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Booth and Brennan sat in the living room of the victim's house, across from her husband and adopted son.

"I'm really sorry Mr. Dower, but I have to ask you a few questions." Booth was, as always, sympathetic.

"No, it's fine." Mr. Dower said solemnly.

"So, were you and your wife having any marital problems?" Booth asked.

The husband shook his head. "No. We were fine. Happily married."

"Uhhuh." Booth nodded. "You notice anything different about your wife the day she disappeared?"

Mr. Dower furrowed his brow. "I don't think so. I came home from work. We all had dinner as a family. Same as usual. Then she headed to her meeting."

"The PTA meeting?" Booth observed the family carefully.

"Uh yeah." The son nodded.

Booth turned to the husband. "You wouldn't happen to have a list of the PTA members?"

"Yeah." Mr. Dower stood. "I'll get it for you."

"Thanks." Booth glanced at the son; as he stood he patted the boy on the shoulder. "You'll be alright."

He and Brennan headed towards the front door.

"You can't promise him that." Brennan whispered heatedly in her partner's ear.

Booth accepted the list of contact information from the husband. "Thanks for your cooperation. I'm sorry for your loss."

Mr. Dower put his arm around his son's shoulders. "Just figure out who did this to my wife."

Booth nodded and both partners headed out the door.

"You can't make promises like that Booth. It's unethical. You have no idea if that child will be all right. He lost his mother." Brennan pointed out angrily.

"Look Bones, the kid was upset. I was just trying to make him feel better. It's a tough time for a kid." Booth explained.

Brennan was fuming. "I know it's a tough time." She slid into the SUV.

Booth buckled his seatbelt.

"Look I'm not going to apologize just because you don't like my tactics." He shrugged, pulling away from the curb.

Brennan sighed, irritated. "Do you think the husband did it?"

"Nah." Booth shook his head. "He seemed genuinely broken up."

"But you always think it's the husband." Brennan countered.

"Well this time I don't, okay Bones?" Booth sighed.

"Perhaps our intercourse last night is interfering with your judgment." Brennan said bluntly.

"My judgment is just fine." Booth argued, a grin spreading across his lips. "Our intercourse?" He turned the full charm of his grin on his partner.

"Just drive." She shoved him.

"Hey! No pushing the driver!" Booth exclaimed, swerving in his lane.

Brennan was clearly annoyed, and for some reason Booth couldn't help but laugh.

"I found some iron oxide particulates imbedded in her wrists." Hodgins told Brennan and Booth.

"Rust." Brennan explained.

"Ah, so our victim was hung from rusty chains?" Booth asked.

Hodgins nodded. "It seems likely. I also found Calcium, Silicon, Aluminum, and Iron particulates imbedded in this part of her skull." He pointed to the area. "Common ingredients found in limestone and clay, which is used to make concrete."

"So our victim was hung by rusty chains, fell and hit her head on concrete?" Booth pieced together.

"It's also likely the fall caused the damage on her ilium." Brennan added. "Miss Wick hasn't discovered cause of death from the bones yet."

"I can have Angela run some scenarios through the Angelator." Hodgins offered.

"Yes, nice work Hodgins." Brennan complimented in her usual way.

Booth reached over to brush a strand of hair over Brennan's shoulder, catching Brennan's eye with one of their usual smoldering glances. Hodgins glanced between them. "Right. I'll go get this information over to Angela."

Booth cleared his throat. "And we'll go question the PTA mothers."

"Uhhuh." Hodgins shook his head and walked away.

Brennan was oblivious as always. Booth grabbed her arm to lead her out of the lab.

"C'mon Bones." Booth noticed her shudder slightly at his touch, making his quippy statement dissolve into thoughts of his partner.

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Fun chapter. I love writing banter.

Fixed the son thing. thanks to the reviewer who pointed out my age discrepancies. yes, it was Alison's adoptive son, Kevin.