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Booth's point of view.
I couldn't believe I had a daughter I had never met. I thought Rebecca was bad with Parker but at least Parker knew who his dad was, this girl doesn't have a clue. I can't help wondering who all she's watched get shot besides her mother. I am pacing on the platform being watched by Bones. For some odd reason Bones finds this whole situation amusing, she probably thinks it has some anthropological meaning. I sigh and continue pacing. We are waiting for Saorsa to get done in the shower. Who names their child Saorsa? I could thank god that all the squints had gone home for the night and it was just us. No awkward questions.
"Bones what am I going to do with a sixteen year old girl?" I whine, yes I will admit I'm a whiner at times.
"Well can't you treat her like you do Parker?" Bones asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And to her it is.
I growl under my breathe and speed up my pacing, one two ten steps turn, and back again.
"It's not the same Bones. She didn't even know I was around for all of her life. Plus she is sixteen years old; god only knows what she's been through." My back to Bones.
"All you have to do is ask." A familiar voice says. I spun around on my heel and sucked in my breath.
Saorsa was wearing a halter top and jeans, that didn't bother me, the scars. Scars that started on her chest and moved around her neck to her back, it almost looked like someone had carved into her with a knife. I was impressed at how she held herself. So confident, like nothing in the world could hurt her. Bones all over again.
"How did you get up here without setting off the alarm?" I asked dumbly.
"Temperance let me up here while you had your back to us." She replied simply.
I nodded. She sat down in a chair and spun it in a few circles before she realized we were watching her. She looked guilty and stopped.
"Sorry." Saorsa muttered.
I grinned.
"Your sixteen, spin around in the chair enjoy it." I noticed Bones was missing. "Bones! Bones! Where did you go?"
"I am in my office." Came her reply, I rolled my eyes making Saorsa giggle.
"So I have to ask, how did you get those scars?" I couldn't help it the curiosity was killing me.
"That is a rather long story; I fear you may go on a murderous rampage if I tell you. But since you asked I'll tell you anyhow." Saorsa said settling into her chair while I took the chair opposite.
"It begins with a group of men my mother hung out with."
My fists clenched subconsciously, I had seen the truth of what she was about to say in her eyes earlier.