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Chapter 5

"Seeley."

Seeley Booth was met by the stern gazes of three teenagers when he stepped through the front door of his apartment "What is this?" he chuckled. "An intervention?"

Emma was sitting in between Drew and Kegan on the couch, and all three of them had extremely serious looks on their faces. "We need to talk, Seeley," Emma said.

"I guess this is an intervention," he muttered, more to himself than to the three teens in front of him.

"We have some news that we don't think you're going to take very well," Drew said. "Well, actually, Kegan and Emma have some news that we don't think you're going to take very well."

Booth's stomach lurched as he began to realize that he had a sinking feeling that he already knew what their news is going to be. Trying his best to ignore this feeling, he asked, "What's the news?"

Kegan took Emma's hand in his and announced, "Emma and I are going out."

Emma read the tightening look on her brother's face as quickly as humanly possible and said, "Before you say anything, Seeley, I want to remind you that I'm sixteen and I'm old enough to choose who I'm going to date. And that I'll be happy with Kegan."

Booth frowned and his hand twitched as he fought the urge to grab his gun and point it directly at Kegan. Kegan bit his lip nervously and squeezed Emma's hand. She squeezed it back, attempting to reassure her boyfriend. Finally, after several long moments of awkward silence, Booth said, "Fine. All right. But there are some rules."

"Like what?" Kegan asked.

"Don't ever keep her out past eleven o'clock," he said, pointing his finger threateningly at the teenage boy before him. "Don't force her into anything."

"I'd never do that," Kegan retorted, looking appalled by the very thought.

"You are not allowed in her room alone with her," he continued. "You are not to touch her anywhere other than her arms and her upper back. Hugs are not allowed to last longer than two seconds-"

"Seeley!" Emma cried, glaring up at her older brother. "I understand that you care for me and this is how you show it, but you're just being ridiculous. How about the first two rules stand?"

"Fine," Booth said, his lips become a thin line. Then he turned back to Kegan. "But if you hurt my little sister in any way, shape, or form, I will take my gun out and shoot you between the eyes."

"Right," Kegan said, nodding his head slowly. With that, Booth stalked into his room.

"Well," Drew said, breaking the silence that followed Booth's exit. "I think that went over really well."

"You think?" Emma said, rolling her eyes and heading for the phone. "Thirty bucks says he's going to Dr. Brennan's house."

"You're on," Kegan said, grinning cockily and shaking hands on it.

Just then, Booth came out of his room and grabbed his jacket. "I'll see you guys later," he said. "I'm going to Bones' house." Pointing at Drew, he said, "Keep an eye on them, okay?"

"Sure, Seeley," Drew said, smiling.

Once the door was closed, Emma grinned and said, "All right, fork it over."

"Damn," Kegan said. "We've only been dating for a day, and you're already sucking out my money."

"Never bet against Emma when the subject is Seeley Booth," Drew advised him. "She knows him better than anybody."

"Don't worry, Kee," Emma told him, taking his hand in hers. "I'll use the thirty bucks you owe me to buy the three of us coffee. Let's go."

TSTLTSTLTSTL

"What are you doing here, Booth?" Bones asked as she let the FBI agent into her apartment.

"I'm sorry for coming unannounced, Bones," Booth replied, "but I was really pissed off and if I didn't get out of my place, I was going to break someone's neck."

"Why? What's wrong?" she asked, as he sat down on her couch. She sat next to him and looked at him curiously.

"Emma is going out with Kegan," Booth replied, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Well, that's great!" Bones said, a smile spreading across her face. "She should be happy."

"What?" Booth asked, looking at her curiously. "How would you know that?"

"Well, when I took her out to dinner like you asked me to, she admitted that she loved Kegan," Bones replied. "Although, I still hold to my belief that love cannot be quantified and is an illogical emotion attached to the need to satisfy certain biological urges."

"Oh, God," Booth said, groaning again. "Do you think she and Kegan have… you know?"

"No, Booth," she told him firmly. "I do not believe so. Your sister did not seem like the type of girl to sleep with someone the day she agrees to date him. Besides, she's Catholic like you, correct?"

"Yeah, but that didn't stop me," he muttered. "Then again, Emma is far more religious than I was as a teenager…"

"I don't understand how such a rational teenage girl could be so religious," Bones said.

"You don't have to be stupid to believe in God, Bones," Booth snapped.

"I'm not saying that," Bones said defensively. "I'm just saying that while you are rational most of the time, you are illogical when it comes to religion."

"Okay, whatever, let's just not have this fight right now," he murmured.

"As for your sister," Bones said, "I know that you are naturally very protective of her, and I know that you don't like the idea of her having a boyfriend, especially one that will be staying in the same apartment of her for the remainder of the summer. But you clearly trust your sister and you had no problem trusting Kegan before all of this. So my advice is to continue trusting both of them. You might not like this whole thing, but isn't your sister's happiness all that matters?"

Sighing, he admitted, "You're right, Bones. For someone who is so bad with people, how could you be right?"

"My brother did what he did because he wanted me to be happy," she told him. "I may not have liked it at the time, but in the long run, I appreciate it. Though he may have done the wrong thing, I appreciate the fact that he did what he thought would make me happy. When she looks back on all of this, Emma should feel the same way."

TSTLTSTLTSTL

"So… you're Tony Ansley. You were Riley's boyfriend?"

Booth and Bones sat across from Tony Ansley in the interrogation room. The boy was about seventeen years of age, and he had the build of a football player. He had blonde hair and striking blue eyes. "That's right," Tony replied. Shaking his head, he said, "God, I just can't get used to the fact that she's gone."

"We're both very sorry for your loss," Booth said softly. "However, there are a few questions we'd like to ask you."

"Sure," Tony said. "Anything to catch the son of a bitch who killed Riley."

"How was your relationship with Riley?" Bones asked. "Did the two of you have any problems?"

"Well, sure, every couple has problems," Tony said. "I mean, don't the two of you?"

Booth and Bones froze. Both refused to make eye contact with the other, and both were blushing a furious red color. "We're not a couple," Booth informed him.

"Sorry, my bad," Tony continued. "But our problems were minor arguments. We never had any substantial problems. I loved her."

"But did she love you?" Booth asked.

"You know, she never said it," Tony admitted. "And I kept hoping that one day she would. I tried to convince myself that she was just shy, but… I think she had her eye on someone else."

"And did that make you angry?" Bones asked.

"Miserable, yes. Depressed, yes. Angry, no," Tony said. Suspiciously, he asked, "Wait, you guys think I killed her don't you?"

"To be frank, Tony, we've deemed it a possibility," Booth told him. "You had means and a motive."

"I didn't kill her, I swear," he said desperately. "I loved her more than anything."

"Well, we'll see," Booth said. "Where were you on the evening of June 3?"

"I was on vacation with my parents in San Francisco," Tony replied. "I saw Riley the day before we left. We just got back three days ago. Riley's best friend Jennifer called me to tell me that she was dead."

TSTLTSTLTSTL

"Hey, are you Booth's little sister?"

Emma turned to face the speaker and recognized the woman as one who worked at the Jeffersonian. "Yeah, I'm Emma Booth," she replied, shaking the woman's hand. "And you are…?"

"I'm Angela Montenegro," the woman told her. "I'm Brennan's best friend."

"Ah," Emma said. "Well, it's nice to meet you Ms. Montenegro."

"Please, call me Angela," Angela told her. "And it's nice to meet you, Emma. Are you here by yourself?"

"Actually, yeah," Emma replied. "I'm picking up lunch for Kegan, Drew, and me."

"You know, I'm sure Booth wouldn't like you being here all by yourself," Angela told her.

"Yeah, well, my brother is also under the impression that I'm going to be killed every time I walk across the street, so I'm not too concerned," Emma grinned.

"Why don't you let me drive you back?" Angela asked, as Emma paid and was handing a plastic bag full of to-go boxes.

"I wouldn't want to be a burden," she said, but Angela shook her head.

"It's no problem, I'm done eating anyway," Angela replied, hopping off of the barstool. "Just as long as you can direct me to Booth's apartment."

"Sure," Emma grinned. "Thanks."

"So…" Angela said, once they were in the car. "You've met Brennan, right?"

"Yeah, I met her the first day I was here," she replied. "I really like her. I want to be a forensic anthropologist one day."

"Well, Brennan is the best of the best," Angela confirmed. "So… have you noticed-"

"The sexual tension between Seeley and Brennan?" Emma asked. "Hell, yeah. It's thick enough to cut with a knife."

"So I'm not the only one, that's good," Angela chuckled. "I've been trying to come up with a way to get them together for years."

"Hmmm," Emma mused. "See, I know that Seeley loves her. That was as obvious as it could possibly be. But Dr. Brennan is harder to read."

"She loves him," Angela said firmly. "Whether or not she believes in love, she loves him."

"All right, I'll trust your judgment on that," she said. "See, Brennan is the very rational type. She doesn't buy into anything unless she can reason it out in her head."

"So what are you saying?" she asked. "That they're never going to get together because love isn't rational?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying," Emma said. "Brennan is an empiricist, she starts with a set of base principles and works from there. She has to form her own base principles. No one else can do that for her. So at some point in time, she will come to her own realization."

"You're a smart kid," Angela commented. "Brennan must like you."

"She seems to," she replied. "She took me out to dinner the other day because Seeley asked her to."

"She'd do anything that man asked her to," Angela said, shaking her head. "Except jump into bed with him."

"Can we not… discuss my brother in bed?" Emma asked, making a face. "Awkward conversation topic, for me, at least."

"Oh, sorry," she chuckled. "I'm sure I can imagine."

"It'll happen one day, Angela," Emma reassured her. "I always believed that when Seeley found the woman that was for him, he would never give up on her, never abandon her. And I know Seeley better than anyone. Brennan is the right woman for him. And he's not going anywhere."

Angela grinned. "That's good to know, because, for a genius, Brennan's pretty dense when it comes to people. It could be a while."