Sorry it took so long, the next chapter should come out sooner, I promise. I just want to thank you for the nice reviews and it really makes the writing so much better knowing your interested and waiting for more. I hope you enjoy this next part...

Fridays are a sacred day; that is to most Americans.

Brennan got home around 5 am. She could tell that Alison had been there at one point and that she took care of the mess in the sink and her bathroom. After showering and changing, Bones headed off to the Jeffersonian. At this point she had been up for more then a good 28 hours, and wasn't planning on resting during the day. All the anguish and fatigue her body held didn't effect her, she was used to it by now. But all the same she got to the lab, sat down at her desk and began her daily schedule of morning email replies.

Angela stopped by when she arrived in the morning, but disappeared after that. Hodgin's was completing testing a soil samples from the crime scene, and the interns were finishing up bone cleaning and making initial observations. Brennan stayed in her office and finished paperwork for the last limbo case she worked on. Booth hadn't stopped by yet, and it was around lunchtime, but Brennan pretended not to notice.

"You look tired." Angela said from the doorway to Bone's office.

"Didn't get much sleep last night." Brennan didn't even look up from the file in-front of her.

"Alison called me this morning around 3. She was wondering where you were. She was worried"

"She wasn't there when I got home, I'm sure she found something better and more interesting to use her mind for."

"Do you know where she is? Did she leave a note?" Angela had now moved to a seat across from Brennan's desk.

"I didn't look specifically for a note, but I doubt she left one. She probably went back to Langley."

"Do you even know why she's in town? Have you asked her about her life lately? I get it your upset with her, you have every right to be, but she's in Washington DC, she's your responsibility and you know it." With that Angela got up and left her office.

Brennan reached for her phone.

"Hello." Said a bright and cheerful voice on the other end of the phone.

"Alison where are you and where did you go last night? I heard you called Angela at 3 in the morning was everything okay?"

" Yeah, you know its all good. But, we can talk about this in more depth if you hang up the phone, take about eight steps and turn approximately 105 degrees." Alison said with a silly tone that Bones used to infer she was once again happy like she usually is.

Bones hung up the phone and stepped out of her office. She spotted Alison walking down towards her in a giddy fashion. There was something about her style and demeanor that could easily make everyone around her feel the same way as she did. Bones couldn't help but smile and relax in her presence now. They were quickly falling back into the pattern they established all those years ago.

"I missed your smile." Alison said looking lovingly at Brennan.

"I did too. We have a lot to talk about. I never really found out why you are even here. Plus we never discussed the whole leaving situation." Bones said quietly as if she was afraid to even bring up any of the unresolved issues of their relationship.

"So, lets talk."

"Well right now is not a good time, and later I have a meeting with Booth and Sweets so how about dinner, we can make sandwiches, and eat them on the kitchen floor, you know like before."

"Sounds like a brillant idea." She said and picked her laptop bag up to leave when something struck her, "Who the hell is Sweets?"

"Oh, uh he's Booth and my therapist." Once again she said this quietly hoping she wouldn't actually understand it and instead pretend no one ever mentioned it.

Alison first checked Bone's expression to make sure she wasn't being tricked, but her face only confirmed what she already expected. Unable to control it, Alison burst out laughing. "You and him have a therapist, like couples counseling?" She spouted out between laughing fits.

"No, it is mandatory for us to have sessions with him to access our partnership. We've gone through some issues previously that they think we need to be careful with. Also, he is studying us for his book, so he evaluates us while research about our dynamic and there was something about how our partnership was uncommon or rare. I don't remember exactly."

"I get to come to the session right?" her eyes were reflecting her eager attitude.

"WHAT, no."

"Come on, you want to know what his research entails and what he is pointing to in his book correct?"

"Well he does have a history of playing out experiments on us without consent or warrant."

"See, I totally should be able to go. I will be a colleuge and look into his information and file, see what he has about your so-called "dynamic" and report back to you. And most likely Angela."

"Fine, but you don't get to sit in on the session, and you don't get to analyze this. You may not realize or understand this but, if this gets messed up, I'm losing my best friend." She said with a very heartfelt concern.

"Oh, believe me, I know." With that she turned to leave, but on her way out she bumped into Angela.

"Hey, about last night sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your sleep."

"That's okay, I'm sorry I wasn't any help to what ever you needed. But I did hear you left after that pretty late, where did you go off to in the middle of the night?"

"Oh stopped over to see an old friends" A smile quickly spread across her lips and her whole essence seemed to glow with happiness.

"An old friend, I know?"

"Yeah, It's not a big deal."

Angela lit up realizing what was happening, "Cohen is at Georgetown isn't he."

"Well right now he is standing behind you."

Angela spun around to be face to face with a gorgeous brunette young man, about 17 years old. She flung her arms around him and told him how much she missed him.

"I missed you too, actually I was thinking about visiting you guys for awhile." His attention then shifted to Alison, and he smiled at her. "I was coming by cause I thought you'd be in with Temperance."

"Yeah just finished talking to her, you want to go to lunch now?"

"Ummm. Sure I'll just be a moment, I am going to stop in and say hello. That's the polite thing to do right?" He asked her hoping for some guildence.

"Yeah, that would be smart." She shooed him over to the office of the spectacular Forensic Anthropologist then returned to her discussion about Sweets and getting his files with Angela.

Cohen stepped into Brennan's office without her noticing, she was busy reading a case file. He made no motion to make his presents know. He quietly walked over to her couch and sat down that cleared his throat. "So we meet again."

Brennan looks up, surprised anyone is in her office. She recognized the voice bu couldn't place it. Then upon see the person in front of her she smiled. "Well, its good to see you. It's been to long." She walked over to him and openly offered a hug.

"Me and Alis are going out, I figured I'd stop in and say hello."

"I'm glad you did. You look so different."

"Years of our kind of work and you become different. I have to say, you look surprisingly the same."

"Well, I guess I haven't changed much then." She simply stated

He moved to the door for passing but left her with last words, "Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative."

She looked over at him more steadily, "Well, hey apparently you haven't changed that much either."


How do you like the sudden new character? I hope you enjoyed it.

Extra Tidbit: Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative - Oscar Wilde

Next Chapter; Sweets, maybe a conversation about the past, and a little more Booth Bones conversation...