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Chapter 2

Confrontation

Walking through the door of her office Brennan was quick to notice that Booth was, of course, sitting in her chair. Really, he can be so rude sometimes!

Looking around she found Agent Boyd sitting on her couch uncomfortably as if he wasn't sure he wanted to be here anymore. But his composure quickly changed when Brennan seated herself next to him on the couch.

Booth stood and walked around the desk. Seeing as how there was no where else to sit, he leaned up against the desk for support, not sure if he was comfortable with his partner's choice to sit so close to Boyd. What's it matter to you she's just your parnter. Focus! "So what's the news Bones?"

"Well although I couldn't tell much from the position the body was laying in, I can tell you one thing for sure." Brennan paused wanting to break the news gently to her partner.

"You know, your silence isn't very comforting. What?" Booth looked at her quizzically.

Taking a quick breath she replied, "It's definitely a child." Looking up at her partner she saw that this upset him. He hated the idea that someone could hurt an innocent child who hadn't even the chance to live their life yet. And his hurt hurt her.

Agent Boyd was slightly confused by the silence and the worried look on Dr. Brennan's face. "Is there something wrong with that?"

Brennan snapped her head up in time to see Booth begin to flare in anger. "Of course their's something wrong with that. It's a child's body that we found out there today, who is about to be lain out onto an examination table because they were killed and now have nothing left except bones and rotting flesh! An innocent child who hadn't even had the chance yet to even begin living their life!"

Boyd stared at him, "Agent Booth you know that you can't begin to get emotionally attached just because we're dealing with a child. That only leaves room for errors. And plus we don't even know why or how the child was killed. In some cases, children have acted irrationally towards others sometimes past the extent of abuse and have even killed. This child may have been killed by someone trying to defend themselves from the attacking child."

Booth looked angrier than ever and was about to blow.

"You know you can't close off any possibilities until we get all the facts, if we do we might get too far down one scenario and be completely wrong and by the time we get to the other which we ignored at first, it's too late." Agent Boyd was now standing, staring straight into Booth's eyes, unwilling to back down. "We don't want a repeat of last time." This caused a mixture of anger and pain to wash over Booth's face.

Brennan just looked between the two confused as ever, but she knew one thing, "Booth," she looked at her partner, afraid of what she was about to say to him. "Agent Boyd is right. We should wait until we get all the evidence before we jump to any conclusions."

"Oh, I see. Sure, take his side and turn against your own partner." Booth felt the her words smack him in the face, she would rather take Boyd's side than his own. Turning back to the other agent he said smoothly, "I didn't mean to jump to conclusions, it's just in our past experiences, Temperance and I have discovered otherwise."

The sound of her first name from his lips sent shivers down her spine and she couldn't help but notice the slight tightness in her stomach as he said it; Temperance and I. But she quickly snapped out of it and gave him a censorious look. Although Booth had technically apologized to Boyd, she still detected the anger that was seething from Booth

Brennan quickly jumped in, "Booth just tends to be over sensitive towards cases dealing with children due to his son."

"Oh, Booth I didn't know you had a child." Agent Boyd just gave him a glance and turned his attention back towards Brennan, smiling at her. "This is slightly embarrassing to admit, but, I actually don't want children."

Brennan tore her stare from her partner and gazed at the other FBI agent giving him her full interest. "You shouldn't be embarrassed, I don't want children either. Most people," quickly giving Booth a look "don't understand how I don't want to. It's nice to meet someone who shares the same idea with me."

Booth just stood there loathing the look that Brennan was giving Boyd at the moment. It was a look of hope and it frightened him. Bones normally only saved that look for those rare occasions, like right after she had been kidnapped and he had come to her rescue. When she realized the she was safe, and in his arms. His arms, not some other person that she just met!

"Well Bones I'm sure you have work to do seeing as how we have a case on our hands. So, ya wanna get crackin'?" Booth tried as hard as he could to not sound jealous or upset. It's not like I have anything to be upset about, she's just my partner. No she's not. Yes she is. You know she means more to you than that. "The sooner you get the preliminaries to us we can figure out who the kid is. Concentrate Bones."

Brennan just turned and glared at Booth. Where five minutes ago she was worried for Booth and defending him, she was now angry with him beyond belief. "Don't try to tell me how to do my job Booth. Zach is working on removing the bones at the moment without destroying them as we speak; they were extremely fragile for some reason. And stop calling me Bones!"

"Fine, whatever." At this point Booth had just given up and had let his anger get the better of him. "Agent Boyd we should be getting back to the office." And with that he started for the door, but turned in time to see the exchange between the two.

"Dr. Brennan, it was nice to meet you and I'm sure I'll be seeing you again."

"Call me Temperance." She said as she shook his hand.

"And you can call me Sam." He gave her a smile and she lit up. "Also, here's my card. Call me if you find anything out and my home and cell number are on the back in case you need to reach me there."

"Agent Boyd, sometime today." Booth growled at him. Causing him to let go of her hand and walk out the door with a quick wave goodbye.

Booth turned and walked back to Brennan as she sat down at her desk. "You know, ther's no need for you to be flirting with every guy that comes in here."

"Booth, what are you talking about?"

"Does the name Will Hastings mean anything to you? You know killed his own brother, yet you still end up on a date with him. There was also Charlie the overnight guy, not to mention every other guy in that town that you were flirting with. Hell, you even dated your old mentor." He was overflowing with anger as he continued.

"You know Bones, you seem to have real trouble with overstepping the boundary between personal and professional. And somehow it always ends up endangering our case and in the end your life too!"

All too late Booth realize what he had said, as the pain of what he had said flashed in her eyes. But she quickly recovered and the pain was replaced with anger.

"Get out of my office." She whispered it so softly he could barely hear her. But as she repeated herself a second time she was much louder and anyone from across the lab could hear the bitterness dripping from her voice.

Before she could take a breath to repeat herself a third time, Booth had stormed out of her office not giving a glance back, caring less whether or not she was upset.

Which she was.

Angela ran in seconds later and took her friend up in her arms. Only to get a grunt in return. "Ange, I'm fine. Now could you please let go of me?"

"There is no way you are alright. Bren, I could here you guys yelling from across the lab."

"We just had a professional disagreement. Now I think I just need to go splash some water on my face and I should be fine." She headed for the bathroom and stopped before she entered. "Really, I can do this by myself."

"Fine, but I want an explanation when you get back." And with that Angela walked away towards a speechless Hodgins and a confused Zach.

Brennan entered the bathroom and quickly made sure she was alone before locking the door behind her and sliding down the wall and turning into a quivering puddle on the floor. She let the tears pour from her as she sat there trying to understand why so was so upset. Why does he seem to affect me so much?

After a few minutes she was finally able to collect herself and walk towards the sink. Splashing some water over her face, Brennan looked up into the mirror. She was hoping it wasn't obvious that she had just been crying, which unfortunately it was. She quickly splashed her face a few more times and deemed herself reasonable, deciding that it was now safe to leave the bathroom.

Brennan walked into her office and sat down at her desk, unable to believe how men could be so chauvinistic and pigheaded. She opened up the file that had been left by Cam for her to look over, trying to calm down. She thought back to what had just occurred in her office only minutes before.

"So who's this Agent Boyd? And why is he giving you his number?" Angela popped her head up from the couch, where she had apparently been laying, waiting for Brennan to come back.

"Oh, he's just the other agent who's working on the case." She replied, praying that the warmth of her cheeks weren't noticed by her friend.

"Bren, is this what has Booth's boxers in a twist?"

"I don't know what that means and I would rather not talk about Booth right now."

"Alright." Angela sat for a minute in silence, but just couldn't keep quiet. "Well, then tell me about this guy giving you his number."

"He just left his number so I could call him once we've learned something."

"Honey, he gave you his cell and home number too. I don't think he left those for the case, I think he left them for you." Sometimes she didn't understand how Brennan could be so unaware to all the guys hitting on her.

"I highly doubt that Sam was implying anything, Ange."

A squeal erupted from the couch. "Your on a first name basis with this agent already! Was he the guy that just left before? Because he was so hot!"

"Dr. Brennan, the skeleton has been removed from the washing machine." Zach popped his head in the door, much to Angela's disappointment, interrupting her interrogation.

"That was quicker than expected."

"Well, the body hadn't fully decomposed yet, so the remaining flesh and muscles had helped hold all the bones together." He reported as they scanned into the platform and walked over to the remains.

"The victim appears to be male. Approximately five to eight years old. Race is caucasian. Time of death, I'd say about three weeks ago. Has Hodgins gotten his sample from the body?"

"Yes, Dr. Brennan."

"Anything else you would like to add Zach?"

"The bones were, well, they were extremely brittle and light."

"Alright, clean the bones and do a preliminary examination to see if you can find a cause of death and get back to me."

Although Brennan was beyond extremely angry with her partner at the moment she knew that she should share this information with him right away. Picking up the phone in her office she quickly dialed the number that she knew by heart, only for it to ring twice and be sent to his voicemail recording 'You've reached Booth, leave a mess-' She hung up the phone and contemplated her options.

Booth stormed from her office, unsure whether he should be more mad at her or at himself.

He knew that he had hit her low, he knew that she had weaknesses with relationships. She had trouble with trusting people and it was extremely rare for her to let them in, but when she did, they always turned out to hurt her. And now he had hurt her too. He hated himself for that.

But she deserved it. She had turned on her own partner, her friend, him. And then took the side with that pompous jackass Boyd. 'You can call me Sam' Well I can think of a few other names to call you!

Booth was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't even notice that he was walking straight into someone until he was on his back on the floor with papers flying everywhere.

Booth quickly jumped up, gathered up the papers, and held out his hand to help her up. "I'm really sorry. My head wasn't exactly keeping up with me I guess."

"It's alright." She took his hand and stood up realizing that something was wrong. "Seeley, is everything alright? Are you okay?" She placed her hand on his arm trying to comfort him.

He looked down and saw the concern etched on her face. He just shook his head. "I'm just overly stressed."

She looked up at him with a devilish glint in her eye. "I know how to calm you down."

He had to smile at that.