They'd agreed that to keep up appearances, they should stay at the correct homes. So for the second night in a row, Booth used a key to get into his partner's apartment. Once inside, he paused, like he had the night before, looking around. It felt like reconnaissance, but he was secretly glad for the opportunity to study her surroundings without her knowing. It was weird as hell to be doing it while trapped in her body, but…they'd heard the weather forecast, and there was another really nasty storm headed their way in two mornings. So if they could just survive two more nights, and one more day, they could try and re-create the scenario and switch back.

Booth walked around the apartment, letting his fingers linger over books and artifacts and photos. When he came to a closed door, he opened it, and discovered it was her private office. He leaned against the doorway for a moment, wondering if this was an invasion of privacy. But curiousity got the better of him, and he entered, flicking on a small lamp beside the door.

A warm glow cast over the room, and there was an immediate feeling of comfort. Whether or not that was her body responding to the environment, or the aesthetics themselves, he wasn't sure. But as he smoothed his hand against her desk, his eyes caught on something he never would have imagined.

It was a picture frame, one of those ones where you could add a flower and a photo, and as Booth picked it up, he was surprised to see a photo of himself smiling back. It was a goofy smile, kind of charming, he supposed, one of the ones she claimed to dislike so much. He didn't remember when it had been taken, but his hair was a bit longer, so he guessed it had been a few years. It looked like there were presents of some kind in the background…Christmas?

Hmmm…oh, wait…

Booth smiled as he remembered the time they'd all been locked in the Jeffersonian near Christmas. He supposed Angela had taken this picture at some point, and he also supposed he may have been on drugs when it had been taken.

But what really surprised him was that in the spot there was supposed to be a flower, instead, there was a branch from an evergreen tree. It matched the Christmas photo, he supposed, but instinctively he knew that this branch was from the tree he'd gotten her for Christmas. He and Parker…

Booth smiled as he returned the frame, then tensed. Parker! Oh!

Reaching for his phone, he dialed quickly.

"Hello?"

"Bones, it's me. Listen…I'm supposed to call Parker tonight, so I need your help. Can you help me?"

"Sure, I'll help you" she answered.

"Now, Bones…this isn't like a lecture or a hockey game…this is Parker, so everything has to be right."

There was silence on the other end for a moment.

"Uh, Bones…you there?"

"Don't you trust me, Booth?"

Booth leaned back against the wall, looking once again at the framed photo on her desk. "Okay, yeah, Bones. I trust you."

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Brennan hung up the phone, then set her keys down inside the cup by Booth's door. Walking over to the fridge, she scrolled over a list of numbers with her finger before finding the right one.

After dialing, she sat at the small table in the kitchen, wondering how many times Booth had done the exact same thing.

"Hello?"

"Um, yes. Is Parker available?"

Rebecca laughed on the other line, and Brennan winced. Obviously that is not how Booth normally asked.

"Sure, Seeley" Rebecca answered. "I'll get him."

Brennan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey Dad!" Parker's voice came through the line, and Brennan felt a surge in her chest. Was that Booth's heart in reaction to his son's voice?

Her throat closed a bit. "Hi Parker. I, um…I don't have much time to talk, but I wanted to let you know that I love you, very much. I don't get to see you as much as I'd like to, but you should know that I think about you every day."

Brennan bit her lip, wondering if she was saying to much.

"I know, Dad" Parker's tone was casual. "I love you too. Gotta go, bye."

Brennan chuckled and closed the phone, looking at it for a moment before getting up to move back toward Booth's bedroom.

And for the second night in a row, she moved over to his dresser, and picked up the side by side frame he had resting there. One on side was a picture of Booth, with Parker, at some sporting event. She guessed football, since it was outside, but there wasn't enough evidence to make a final conclusion.

And on the other side was a photo of her, with Booth. They were sitting in the inside of the group table at the diner. It was from the day Zack had been hired.

The day she'd told him they were all his squints.

The day he'd told her there was more than one kind of family..

Feeling kind of melancholy, she set the frame down and noticed a scrap of paper. As she picked it up, she realized it was a schedule, from Sweets.

Oh no…

Her phone rang and she answered right away.

"Hello?"

"Bones…what are we going to do about Sweets tomorrow?"

"I was just thinking that same thing."

They were both quiet as they considered.

"If we cancel, he'll know something's up, and he'll dig around."

"I concur"

"So, I guess we'll just have to put on the best show ever."

"It will be like undercover!"

Booth chuckled. 'Yeah, Bones…like undercover"