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"And what?" Booth prodded.

"It's all my fault." She whispered silently, not really talking to him.

"What is?" Booth asked as he took a step closer to her.

"He killed the girl and gave her to me because I put his friend in jail. If I hadn't put Dave in jail she'd still be alive, Booth it's all my fault." She told him with an vacant expression on her face. Booth placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

"Tempe, look at me. Temperance." He said softly and she met his gaze. He never called her by her first name unless it was really serious. She looked up into his face and he was surprised to see tears in her eyes.

"Hey. Hey. This is NOT your fault. All you did was put a killer behind bars and did you actually kill Kelly? No." He said softly. He placed his arm around her shoulder."Come on. Let's go see the judge and don't worry. I'll do all the talking; you can stay in the car if you want." He said. Tempe nodded and let him lead her out towards the entrance of the building but before she walked outside she glanced backwards and thought she had seen Jack. Shaking that off, and with Booth's arm slung over her shoulders, the two of them walked to his car.

Earlier on . . .

Jack watched, from behind a corner, Booth and Dr. Brennan talking and smiled as he watched Booth place an arm around her shoulder. This was going to be too easy. He did another fist pump as he thought about the dates he was going to get with Angela. He knew that they could make it work if they really tried but Angela didn't want to risk it. If he could show her that it could work between Booth and Dr. Brennan, hopefully she would see that it could work between them. He ran behind the wall as Dr. Brennan looked back and he hoped that she hadn't seen him. She kept walking and he let out a sigh of relief and then went to talk to Angela.

At the Judge's house . . .

Booth held onto the dashboard tightly as Tempe turned a hard left into the Judge's long driveway and drove to the end of it, coming to a halt with a screech.

"Thanks for letting me drive. Hey, I wasn't that bad, was I?" She asked him, noticing his white knuckles.

"Noo, you only ran like five red lights and got beeped at like a hundred times and now you see why I drive." He teased.

"Hey I wasn't that bad." She protested and he looked at her.

"Alright, maybe I'm not the best driver." She admitted.

"Maybe?" He joked. She swatted him on the arm and smiled.

"Thanks Booth." She said softly.

"No problem." He answered and leaned back in his seat. They sat there in silence and Tempe stared at the house in front of her. It was an old Victorian house that had four pillars that decorated the front porch nicely. Vines crept on the side of the house adding that much more flare to it. She was startled out of her thoughts by Booth placing his hand on hers and giving it a squeeze.

"Do you want to go in?" He asked her. She let out a deep breathe and nodded.

"Let's go then." He said and he let go of her hand. They both climbed out of the silver SUV and walked to the front of the house side by side and Booth rang the doorbell. A few seconds later the sound of footsteps could be heard and the door swung open and Temperance's mouth dropped open.

"Judge Summers?" She said in disbelief.

"Bones." Booth hissed, but he could see why she was looking at him like that. The judge was dressed in a white tank top and boxer shorts, his brown hair was rustled, his eyes bloodshot and there were bags under his eyes revealing how long it had been since he had slept.

"You found her didn't you?" He said hoarsely. Booth looked at her and then back at the judge.

"We're so sorry for your loss." He said sincerely. Tears streamed down the judge's face.

"Not Kelly. Why did it have to be Kelly?" He sobbed, placing a hand over his mouth. Booth and Tempe waited a few minutes until he composed himself.

"Do-do you know who did it? Who killed her? Can I go see her?" He asked them.

"I'm afraid we're still working on your daughter's b-body." Tempe said, catching herself before she said bones in order to lessen his pain.

"You're lying. I can tell. I'm a judge. You don't think I can't tell when someone's lying?" He shouted angrily at her and grabbed her roughly by the arm. Booth stepped in and shoved the judge back, making him let go of her.

"Hey look buddy; she was just trying to help you. You want the truth; I'll give you the truth." Booth snapped angrily.

"Booth . . ." Tempe warned, rubbing her arm gently from where Judge Summers had grabbed her.

"Your daughter's bones" He said, emphasizing the word bones, "were found on Bones' doorstep. She has been busting her butt to see what has happened, which was that your daughter's neck was brok. . ."

"Seely, that's enough." Tempe shouted at him, surprised to see their roles reversed. It was usually her that had to be told to shut up and even then, she still managed to blab the wrong thing.

"B-bones? She's only been missing for a few days." Judge Summers said as he began to cry again.

"I'm sorry. That was rude." Booth muttered and he took a step back."Can we come in?" Tempe asked softly and the judge nodded and allowed them in. In front of them was a huge staircase that went up to a platform and then split off into two separate sets of staircases, one going to the left and the other to the right. He led them into a room to the right of the staircase and inside the room was a black leather couch, a big screened television and a fireplace. He led them to the couch and the three of them sat down on it. Booth gained control of his emotions and sat quietly as Tempe explained to Judge Summers what they believed had happened so far.

"We're so sorry for your loss but we will find out who did this." Booth said quietly. The judge just stared at them looking shell shocked.

"Let me get this straight. The guy I just put away had killed his daughter in the same way mine died and you think he has an accomplice that is copycatting his moves and started with my daughter because I put his friend away and on top of that, he placed her bones" He swallowed thickly. "On Dr. Brennan's doorstep?" He said. Booth nodded and he stood up.

"E-excuse me. I think I need to get a drink." He said softly and they watched as he trudged out of the room and took a right.

"Whaddya think Bones?" Booth asked her.

"I think that he is genuinely sad and I can see why. What I can't see is why he hasn't blamed me yet." She said softly.

"Because you did nothing wrong. Trust me Bones." Booth insisted. The two of them sat there in silence for about twenty minutes and Booth began to feel uneasy.

"I think our judge has been gone for too long." He said to her. Tempe nodded and the two of them stood up.

"Let's check the kitchen." She advised and he gave her an exasperated look.

"What?" She asked, looking at him in confusion.

"Let's go." He said and they walked out of the room. They turned right and walked on the left side of the stairs where they entered the kitchen. They were halfway through the kitchen when Tempe spoke up.

"Pull out your gun." She whispered from behind him, causing him to jump.

"I scared you didn't I?" She said, a grin spreading across her face as he turned to face her.

"No you did not scare me and I think that I've got this under control . . ." He began.

"Look out." She shouted and Booth whirled around to . . .