Here is the third chapter. The fourth will be up before the season opener on Thursday. This chapter might make a little more sense if you have read "An Unexpected Visitor" just because but you don't need it.

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: Think what you want

Brennan, Hodgens, Angela, and Sweets sat waiting. What they were waiting none of them knew exactly. They all looked up as Camille walked in the door. She sat down next to Sweets and folded her hands on top of the table. As much as she wanted to go hide in a corner and leave this mess behind, but she knew she could not. Her team needed someone to keep it together. No, she corrected herself mentally, the team, not her team. Either way she needed it to keep it together at least until Booth got his memory back, or they would all fall apart.

Camille looked around at the people sitting around the table. Sweets was sitting on her right and staring vaguely at the door as if he was waiting for something or someone. Temperance was sitting on her left. She was completely unreadable once again, except for her eyes. Somewhere in the depth of her eyes you could tell how much she was hurting. Angela was on Temperance's right. Camille was surprised by how calm and collected Angela was being. Usually Angela would be in tears by this point but the woman had stayed strong for her friend. Hodgens was not doing much, but Camille knew that he was squeezing Angela's hand underneath the table.

"Did you have any luck with Booth?" Angela asked hopefully, more to break the silence than anything else.

"Sort of," Camille replied keeping her voice calm and bland. "I explained to him what had happened with the whole brain tumor, but I didn't tell him anything that was not absolutely necessary."

"Why?" Temperance asked.

Camille looked at Sweets but he did not answer, so she shrugged and answered for herself. "If I told him everything about his past life he would find it difficult to distinguish between what he remembers and what he has been told."

"We need to find someway to remind him of his past without telling him everything," Angela summed up.

"I think I know someone who can help with that," Sweets said still staring at the door, "they should be here by now, but I guess they are—"

"Don't say late," a voice from the doorway, told him. Everyone turned to look at the doorway.

"Right on time," Sweets finished under his breath.

"Good save," said the brunette Sweets had talked to the week before.

A smile spread across Angela's face. "Katharine," Angela exclaimed standing up and hugging the other woman, "long time no see."

Hodgens looked at the two of them confused. Camille and Temperance both offered Katharine a smile but neither one of them moved to get up. Sweets just watched the two amused. Finally, Camille spoke, "Katharine, I am as glad to see you as Angela is, but how are you going to help Booth?"

"Easy," Katharine replied with a grin, "I'm not." Everybody turned to stare at her.

"Then who…" Angela asked.

"My boyfriend," Katharine said smiling.

"You mean?" Angela asked hopefully, and Katharine nodded. They all turned around to face the door as a very familiar figure walked hesitantly through the door.

Temperance and Camille stood up their expressions both lifting slightly. Hodgens rose too his face pure shock. Zack stood looking at them.

He saw them all as though in a trance. He had dreamed of seeing them again but wished that it could be under happier circumstances. Hodgens, his best friend, stood looking at him as if he was a ghost. His bosses, Camille and Brennan, were looking back at him with small smiles on their faces. Lastly he looked to Angela and Katharine. Angela looked please yet shell shocked, but Katharine gave him a small smile before elbowing Angela in the ribs.

Angela out of the daze she was in and went forward to hug Zack. Camille and Temperance followed suit, though Katharine doubted the later even realized what she was doing. Hodgens walked forward and clapped Zack on the back. Then the others regained their seats leaving Katharine and Zack standing. Katharine rolled her eyes at them and led Zack to the chair next to Hodgens before taking the chair next to him.

The team was still in a surprised dazed causing Katharine to raise an eyebrow and smile wickedly. "Focus people, we have a criminal to catch," rang across the room and everyone came to looking for the source of the voice. All eyes flashed to Katharine who held up her phone, revealing what had made the noise.

"You can leave if you want," Sweets offered.

Katharine just glared at him. "Do you know how often he," she pointed at Zack, "gets out of the loony bin?" Sweets raised his eyebrow but nodded. "I'll be quiet," she promised.

"Does anyone want to introduce me," Hodgens asked the room at large.

"This is Katharine," Angela told him, then added, "Zack's girlfriend."

"Zack has a girlfriend?" Hodgens said looking from Zack to Katharine and back again.

"Yes I do," Zack informed him, "now if you can we concentrate on Booth instead of my personal life."

Right," Camille said nodding, "So how are we going to do this?"

"If we could find something that affected him deeply," Camille started.

"We can do anything to hurt him," Temperance said almost absently.

"Okay," Katharine said finally unable to restrain herself anymore, "You don't have to hurt him. Describing something that happen to anyone in his family would be more affective."

"Nothing traumatic has happened to Parker," Temperance pointed out.

"Not that family," Katharine said rolling her eyes.

"She means us, sweetie," Angela explained seeing the confused look on Temperance's face.

"None of us are biologically related to Booth," Zack said looking from Angela to Katharine confused.

"True," Camille told him, "but we are all close to Booth and anyone in this room would take a bullet for him or any of the rest of us. That is the kind of family we are talking about."

I am not fond of this chapter but I am on a deadline so… what ever. Next chapter will be up soon. Note Katharine is my character and she is based off me. She belongs to me and me alone. End of story.