Okay, well here we are. Another (very) long awaited chapter of Jimmy. Once again, I apologize for taking so long to update. I recently switched to a MacBook, and have been in the process of switching over all my documents. AND I've been on holiday, so I've been lazy. ;) But anyway, here it is, and I hope that you enjoy it! Please don't forget to review!

They had reached a stalemate. There was no more information that could be gathered from Barry's file – in fact, the whole thing was only a few sheets of paper, and it just reiterated everything Brennan had already told Booth. Barry has problems getting along with the other children, one social worker wrote. He seems to be isolated, and lonely wrote another. One set of foster parents even wrote a note to their social worker asking for Barry to be placed in a different home: He doesn't get along with any of the kids because he is constantly spying and tattling on them – it would be beneficial for the environment of our home if Barry was moved elsewhere.

It was made worse by the fact that there was nothing that could be gained from the bones. The only soil on the body was generic gardening soil that could be bought and found anywhere, which also gave them nothing. However, the fact that there was more than one type of soil in the bones indicated that the body had been dug up from its original grave, and moved to the location in which it was found.

But they had nothing. It was horrible, waiting every day for any sort of new details on the case to dribble in. It felt like months to Brennan, even though it had only been a few weeks since they had discovered the remains. She was ruminating over their lack of leads when her partner knocked on her office door, takeout in hand. "You've barely left your office these past few days, and I don't think you've eaten a proper meal." He looked down at the bag in his hand. "Well, I don't know if really counts as a proper meal, but it's still something to eat. And after dinner, I'll tell you the plan."

She looked up at him. "Plan?"

"Yes," Booth looked down at his partner indignantly. "You think I'm just going to let you wither away in the little office, simply waiting for something to happen?"

"Well, no. I just didn't think there was anything that we could."

Booth shook his head, with a slight smile on his face. "You underestimate me," he said, while distributing the food. "But we'll eat and then I'll inform you of my brilliant plan."

They ate in relative silence, only the sounds of the lab breaking the quiet. When Temperance had finished her meal – which truly was the best thing she had consumed for a while – she looked expectantly at her partner. When he just returned her gaze, and continued chewing thoughtfully, she spoke up. "I'm done."

He grinned, and stretched out lazily on the sofa. "I see that. I, however, still have food to eat. I said that I would tell you when we were done eating – 'we' being both of us." Brennan didn't reply, instead choosing to cross her arms under her chest, and glare at him.

Finally, Booth sighed in contentment, and started to clean up. When everything was to his satisfaction, he turned to face Brennan. "So you ready to hear it?" She didn't do anything but look at him with an expression that told him everything. "Right. So I think what we should do is go to Chicago, and see what we can turn up there. None of the social workers that Barry had still work there, and I've had a hard time contacting any of his foster families. I think if we were to go there, we could question the people who knew Barry the most."

As Booth had been speaking, Brennan's face had gone from annoyed, to thoughtful, to hopeful. "That might work." She nodded her head. "Actually, that's a rather good plan. It would be easier to get in touch with people in Chicago than here…yes, I can see the logic in going there…" She trailed off, and Booth could see the wheels turning in her mind. He knew that he was going to lose her to her musings soon, so he hurried to get out what he wanted to say.

"I've booked the tickets for tomorrow afternoon. I'll pick you up at two, and the flight leaves at three-thirty. Is that okay?"

Brennan nodded. "Sure. I'll see you then."

Booth looked over at his partner, watching her clutch her armrest so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. Reaching over, he placed his fingers over hers, uncurling them the best he could. "Are you going to be okay, Bones?"

She nodded, still somewhat uncertain. "Yes. I just haven't been to Chicago for a while, and it brings back some rather unpleasant memories. And I hate flying."

He brought her fingers – still intertwined in his – up, and gently pressed them to his lips. "It's going to be okay. I promise. I'm going to be here, and whenever you just need someone to talk to, I'm here."

Her lips curled into a small smile, and she felt a blush colour her cheeks. Booth had never touched her like that before, no matter how many times she had sometimes dreamed of it. "Thank you." She murmured quietly.

She sat back in her seat, feeling slightly more comfortable than she had before. Now, all that was left was to face feelings she hadn't in more than fifteen years.

The plane touched down, waking the famous Dr. Brennan from a sleep she never thought she'd slip into. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, looking to see Booth undoing his seat belt. "You're supposed to wait to do that until the sign clicks off." She remarked dryly, startling her partner in the process; who still thought she was asleep.

"Whoa, Bones, give me some warning next time. For the past three hours you've been dead to the world. And in answer to your question, we're on the ground. What good is my seat belt now? A seat belt is not going to save me if another plane lands on us, and since we're not going to hit any turbulence, I'll be fine."

Brennan couldn't argue with his logic, so she just gave Booth a tired smile, and undid her own seat belt. She stretched her arms above her head, trying to get out the kinks in her shoulders, and make herself wake up a little bit more.

And then they were at the gate. Booth stood up quickly to retrieve their bags, but Brennan stayed where she was. She both wanted to exit and stay on the plane forever. Part of her just wanted to get this case solved, and put behind her; while the other (and larger) part of her simply wanted to go home, and never open these doors to her past. Booth seemed to understand what she was feeling, and let the other passengers file past them, until they were the last ones.

"Come on, Bones." Booth pulled her up. "They have to clean the plane before it can take off again, and somehow I don't think the FAA will hold it; even for a celebrity author." He offered her his hand and a smile.

Temperance nodded, and followed him off and through O'Hara. Once again, a feeling of apprehension settled in the put of her stomach. By coming back here, after so many years, how many cans of worms was she going to open?

Sorry if it was a tad bit short, but more will be coming VERY soon, and the story will move along a lot more. I wanted to say thanks for all of the readers out here who have stuck with me, and have kept reading - even through the slow updates. You guys rock! And PLEASE don't forget to leave a review. :)

Charlotte