Yay! Anyone see that episode Thursday?! NO HACKER!!!! WOOO!!! -parties with Lena- Maybe he took Max's hint. I hope so. I really don't like him. XD maybe I should kill him in this story... although it doesn't fit where I have it going.

Congrads Ange and Hodgie! They deserve each other. Let the record show I so saw that kiss coming. The wedding… eh it was debatable, but still. I so saw Sweets' proposal coming too. From right when he walked into the room to talk to Daisy.

): my pulse rate was too high. I didn't get to give blood. –sigh- oh well, maybe next time.

Gomen, It's after Thursday. I had trouble getting this to my beta who didn't even look over this chapter so please tell me any spelling mistakes and I'll fix them… spelling errors drive me up the wall… and I was exausted Friday. Like I got home from school and crashed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. I do own a giant woopie pie cake though. –thinks- what can I compare it too… its bigger than a normal sized paper plate. =D WOOO!!! I can't wait to eat it. Mine.

Informational Note: This chapter has a lot of back and forth from different points of view so just go with it please (still written in 3d person though).

"Umph." A pillow hit Hollie square in the face.

"Wake up Hollie!" Spy grabbed a pitcher and waved it threateningly. "Don't make me use this on you."

Grumbling, Holliee pulled herself to a sitting position. Groping for her phone, she winced as the backlight temporarily blinded her. "SPY!" Grabbing the pitcher, she proceeded to dump it over her friend. "God Damnit! It's 6:30 in the fucking morning during VACATION! No school!"

"I told you yesterday, I want to go to the museum. You said we could." She pouted. "And now I'm all wet."

"Be thankful the floor is wood," Holliee retorted. "If it was carpet, we'd hjave a bigger mess to clean up."

A phone rang in the other room. "My cell! It might be mommy and daddy… I mean daddy." Rushing out of the room, no longer caring that she was soaked, Spy grabbed her cell and answered. "Hello?" Her face fell. "Who is this?"

"Well how did you get this number?"

Holliee came out, still dressed in her pajamas. "What you gonna make for breakfast..." seeing her face she switched to another question. "Who's calling you at 6:30 in the damned morning?"

"Hang on please." She covered the phone with her hand. "A big meanie, that's who."

With a groan, Booth rolled over and cracked an eye open. Parker stared right back at him. "Dadddddddd. are you awake now?"

"Yes bud." Glancing at the clock, it was almost 7am.

"Mommy told me to give this to you." He waved an envelope around in the air until Booth took in from him.

"What's this Park?"

"Saffi's number."

"Uh hu... who's that?"

"Banana's older sister."

"Who's Banana?"

"A girl in my class at school. Her sister is reallllyyyyy nice. She takes us to the park and for ice cream and helps me with my homework sometimes." If uninterrupted, Parker would have gone on about the adventures of Parker and Banana (and their ever present chaperon Saffi) for hours.

"Is Banana her real name?"

"Of course not silly. Dr. Bones is only Dr. Bones to us. Everyone calls her Banana though. Just like no one call Saffi by her name."

"Well, what do they call her?" Had his son always had such strange friends?

"Well... it's kinda like you and Dr. Bones. Everyone calls her by her nickname, but I call her Ninja!"

"And why is that?"

"Because daddy. She's always reading a picture book (manga) about ninjas (naruto)," he answered in that semi annoyed tone kids use when they tell their parents something that should be totally obvious.

"Well ok then Bud. I take it Saffi is the babysitter?" Standing, Booth yanked on some sweatpants and a shirt.

"Uh hu. Mommy thought you might need her number because school is out this week. Ninja said she'd be happy to watch me and that you'd just need to call her to set up drop off and pick up times." Grabbing Booth's arm, Parker pulled him through the hallway. "Can we have pancakes daddy?"

"Sure Bud. Do you know when your mom normally calls Saffi?" If there was one thing Booth knew about teenage girls, is they liked their sleep.

"Early. Mommy says she doesn't know when Ninja sleeps."

"Ok Bud. Why don't you start getting out stuff for pancakes while I call her?"

"Kay." Parker went around the kitchen getting out their 'pancake bowl', milk, eggs, and flour while Booth took out his phone.

Dialing the number, he waited for someone to answer.

"Hello?" came a voice on the other end after a few rings.

"Is this Saffi?"

"Who is this?" At least the girl had some sense to check who was calling.

"Special Agent Booth."

"Well, how did you get this number?" She seemed annoyed.

"Rebecca gave it to me. I'm Parker's father.

He could hear a voice in the background. "Hang on please." Getting out the beater, he held his phone between his ear and shoulder. "Did you need me to watch Parker today?"

"That's what I called about. If you already have plans, I don't want to interrupt them."

"No. I was just going to the museum. I can bring Parker along and stop to pick up my sister as well."

"Which museum?"

"The Jeffersonian Institute. They just opened a new exhibit on pre-Columbus Native Americans." The excitement in her voice made Booth smile. So, Saffi, was a squint to be.

"Well, Saffi, if you meet me there at 8:45 I can get you passes to visit the forensic lab out back."

"Oh my gosh! That would be so awesome! Tell Parker I can't wait to see him."

"Sure. I'll meet you at the front entrance."

"Ok. Thank you again Mr. Booth."

"Oh my gosh Hollie! That Agent Booth isn't such a meanie after all!"

Hollie raised an eyebrow skeptically. "What'd he do?"

"He's getting us passes to visit the forensic platform at the Jeffersonian. That area is usually restricted to employees!" She was literally seconds away from jumping up and down like the child she use to be. When one grows up with only a father and younger sister, they have to learn to be responsible.

"So basically, you'll get to ask that scientist chick some questions." Hollie didn't understand why her friend was so excited. It was science, big woop. Music way way cooler.

"Yeah! It will be awesome! Oh no… I can't wear this… what do I wear… what questions do I ask.. what do I say… I don't want to waste Dr. Brennan's time… Help meee!!!"

"I have an idea." Hollie patted Spy on the shoulder.

"What is it?" she asked hopefully.

"You go get dried off, put on a nice sundress, and go make me some breakfast."

"You cheeky squirrel. Hmph." She walked away in what appeared to be a cross between skipping and stomping angrily. "Only because I'm hungry too."

"Heh heh. Works every time." Hollie waited for her to close the bathroom door before heading to her room to change. Spy may have her odd moments, ok odd days, but she was still a great friend.

Dr. Temperance Brennan's day was not off to a good start. She'd woke up late, at 7:43, locked her keys in her car, got stuck in traffic while taking a cab, and finally arrived at the Jeffersonian to find she forgot her badge.

It took her a good wasted 20 minutes to get a replacement badge for the day. Finally unlocking her office, she sank down on her couch, already starting to feel drained.

Angela knocked on her door and stepped inside. "Hey Sweetie."

"Hey Ange." Her voice sounded tired and cracked to her.

Angela sat on the couch next to her. "I don't mean to be rude, but you sound awful Bren."

She smiled weakly. "I know. I didn't sleep much last night." Correction, she didn't sleep at all.

"You're going to wear yourself down. Maybe you should take a day off." Her eyes emanated concern

"I can't. A young girl was murdered, she needs justice Ange." Through her tired complexion, sadness shown through. "Someone must be missing her."

Angela rested her hand on her shoulder. "You feel really warm Bren. Do yourself a favor and take a nap." Before she could protest, Angela cut her off. "I'll wake you when I finish the facial reconstruction or at 11, whichever happens first."

Brennan bit her lip, but halfheartedly agreed. Smiling, Angela and stood leaving Brennan to catch a few hours of shut eye. "I'll wake you later Sweetie."

On their own accord, her eyes began fluttering shut. She was asleep moments after her head hit the pillow.

A stack of waffles, a cab ride, a 10 year old, and another cab ride later, Spy and Hollie sat outside the entrance to the Jeffersonian museum waiting for Parker and Booth. 'Banana' sat on the edge of a fountain, carefully watched by her sister. Hollie smirked. "Imagine the look on his face when he sees us."

"Does it matter?" Parker was a good kid. While parents and children may share blood, that doesn't make them the same. She wasn't her father or her sister. She may never know if she was like her mother.

"Yes, Spy, it does matter."

"I think you're the one who should be worrying. You did tell him off yesterday."

"Yeah, but he…"

"Ninja!" It was a good thing she was sitting, or Parker would have knocked her flat on her butt, if not her back.

"Hey Park. You look so much bigger now. You must have grown a foot." She ruffled his hair affectionately.

"Dr. Bones says that's impossible. People don't grow more than a few inches in a year unless they have a growth spurt. I'm too young to have a growth spurt."

"Oh really."

Before Parker could reply, Banana came racing over. "Parker!"

"Banana!"

Booth laughed at his son tackled the older girl. She looked vaguely familiar. Walking over, he noticed the mouthy girl from yesterday's crime scene.

"Well, well." She grinned wolfishly. "If it isn't the copper from yesterday. Nice to see you again."

Booth let out an internal sigh of relief. Her voice was wrong, it wasn't the one he'd heard over the phone.

Spy stood and looked at Booth. "Hello Agent Booth. I'm sorry about yesterday, my name if a rather touchy subject."

Hollie snorted.

Booth brushed it off and turned to Spy. "I'm sorry for offending you. You said your name is Saffi?" She nodded. "Then why does everyone, minus Parker, call you Spy?"

"Saffi Paj Yusi at your service. When I was born, they told my mother Spy wasn't a real name. She settled for my initials." Grabbing her sisters arm, she pulled her to a straighter position. "This is my little sister Sirree, but everyone calls her Banana."

"Dare I ask why?" These were a lot of odd names for one family.

"It's the first word she ever said. Banana. That, and she gets grumpy if she doesn't have a banana, or banana bread, or something made from real bananas every day."

"That must be tough to work into her diet." Booth found it hard enough to get Parker to eat his vegetables.

She shrugged. "Not really. Bananas one day, Banana bread or chips another. I just find different ways to use them so she doesn't get bored."

Parker pulled at the hem of her dress. "Ninja, Ninja. Can we go see the museum now?"

"Sure Parks. He started tugging her and Hollie towards the entrance.

"Hold it right there Buddy." Parker froze.

"Unlike you, the girls don't have passes to visit the lab." Parkers face fell. "Well, we'll just have to get them some won't we."

"Yeah!" He dropped their hands and hugged Booth. "Thank you Daddy. You're the best dad in the world. I can't want to show them Dr. Bones and Auntie Angela and Uncle Jack and Cam (XD notice how there's no endearment added to her name.) and Mr. George!"

Laughing, Booth led the way towards the lab's main entrance.

The darkness was absolute. Had one stood in it, they would have seen nothing, not even a finger in front of their eye. No amount of carrots could ever improve a human's eyesight enough to see even a fraction of an inch into the oppressive darkness.

She moved slowly through the room, caution, although she now knew the room by heart. The ever present darkness made it hard to keep track of time.

If one simply takes the time to relax, completely cut off from the world, they will find that time appears to move in a different fashion. For most it slows down, becomes lazy and low compared to a day in the hectic world we live in. However, this was not the case of the girl.

She didn't know how long she'd been locked down here. She didn't know why either. People didn't make since to her. Despite it being summer, the room, a basement she suspected, was cool, if not a bit chilly.

How she got there, she didn't know. One time, she'd awoke in darkness and felt the cold, stone walls around her. At some point after waking up, a beam of light had flashed through room, illuminating a plate with some bread and a jug of water. That was the last time she saw light.

The walls were stone, built one on top of another as if meant to be a wall for livestock. One entire wall was metal bars like a jail cell. In those brief moments of light, she'd seen an old fashioned, rusted padlock.

Sitting in the corner on an old window seat cushion, she stared out into darkness wondering what was to become of her. No one cared for a foster child and she strongly suspected her foster parents put her down here. On the outside, they appeared kind and friendly, but as soon as the social worker's back was turned they turned nasty.

Stiffening, she pressed up against the wall, trying to make herself scarce and feigned sleep. In the direction of the door, she could hear what sounded like footsteps and they were getting closer. As they got closer, so did an odd glow. 'Light,' she realized. The glow grew from a faint speck into the steady beam of a flashlight.

Her eyes hurt even though the beam was directed at the wall on the other side of the bars. She'd been in darkness for so long.

As the beam got brighter, she was forced to turn her eyes away. The steps were close now. They seemed to be passing by then… they stopped.

Leading the group over to George, Parker began talking so excitedly fast, that only portions of words could be deciphered. "Well, that's all swell and dandy Mr. Parker. Why don't you introduce me to your friends; if I'm not mistake, they've never been here before."

"Ok!" He pointed to everyone in turn. "Well, you already know daddy. This is my friend Hollie and this is Banana. She's in my class at school. And this is Banana's older sister, Ninja!"

While Parker took a breath, Spy introduced herself and her sister with actual names. "I'm Saffi, please call me Spy. This is my sister Sirree aka Banana."

"She's really smart, but not as smart as Dr. Bones. No one is as smart as Dr. Bones. Right Daddy?"

"That's right Bud. No one is smarter than Bones, especially when it comes to science." Booth looked at George "These young ladies need passes to visit the lab here once they're done with the museum. Spy here is looking after Parker for the day."

"No problem. I will warn you guys though," he looked at the kids, Parker in particular. "Dr. Brennan isn't feeling very well. Don't go into her office or bother her without need."

Parker nodded seriously. "Can I say hi if she's on the platform?"

It was Booth who nodded this time. "You can say hi, but don't disturb her. She's working on a case right now."

"Ok daddy. Can we go to the museum now?"

"Sure. Listen to Spy." As Parker pulled Banana towards the museum entrance, Booth handed Spy some money. When she looked questioningly at him he told her, "For lunch and if he wants something at the gift shop. You can keep whatever's left."

"Thank you." Grabbing Hollie, who was frowning like she couldn't figure out a puzzle, she followed Parker.

Booth was left to head to the hover building to get some work done before dragging Bones out for lunch. No matter how awkward it would be with the previous day's conversation, she needed to eat. He'd upset her. People follow patterns. Bones's pattern was to throw herself into work and forget until she could compartmentalize it.

(A/N: I'm warning you people now. If you're a fan of Christopher Columbus, you might not like this next section. I am a Christopher Columbus basher and had to restrain myself during this part. He was a cruel man. He saw the Native Americans and was like "We should totally enslave them!"... but it more like old words and possibly in Spanish.")

As Spy's attention was focused on the exhibit, Hollie's was focused on any cute guys who might walk by. The museum was not her thing.

Parker tapped Spy's arm. "Hey."

"Yeah Parker?"

"If Columbus was such a bad guy why do we have Columbus Day?" (A very excellent question Parker.)

"Even though Columbus was a very mean man who enslaved the Native Americans and took their own land, in a sense of the word, he did 'discover' America. If he hadn't come along trying to find a quicker way to India, the United States might not be here. We celebrate Columbus day because he paved the path that other explorers followed as did countries who were seeking to gain land."

"Oh…" Parker thought for a minute. "Can we celebrate someone else instead? Like President Lincoln? We learned about him in school. He should get his own day."

She laughed. "We could, but for everyone to celebrate that we'd have to declare it a national holiday."

"Can we?"

"No." His face fell. "Only the government can do that Parker."

"Then I'll become the president and change it!"

"You've got my vote."

"And mine," chimed Hollie and Banana.

It had been 3 years since he'd set a foot down here.

His father had been drunker than normal that and his brother hadn't helped. God, his brother was such an idiot. Always leaving things where they weren't supposed to be and being in the wrong place when he was told not to be.

The underground passages had been his one chance to just get away and pretend that he had a normal life with a normal happy family. His mother still greeted him when he got home from school every day; his father took him to baseball games and played catch in the yard; he wasn't constantly taking the blame for his younger brother.

Maybe someday, it would all be ok. Maybe someday he'd be happy and have a family of his own where his children would know they were loved and his wife would be… different. Somehow the stereotypical stay-at-home wife didn't appeal to him. Where was the fun in that? He wanted someone who would climb Everest with him, dive the oceans, take a risk, laugh wholeheartedly at his jokes, and make him laugh in return.

Scoffing at his childhood imaginings, he continued walking. At nearly 18 years of age, he was almost out of high school. He was already enlisted and planned to make something of his life. Yeah, his childhood had been pretty crappy but his grandfather had saved him. Thanks to his grandfather, he was still alive.

Maybe someday he'd find the perfect woman and settle down, but until then he would serve his country in the only way he could. A slight rustling made its way to his heightened sense of hearing.

Turning to an old holding cell, his flashlight stopped on a crumpled figure in the corner.

"Hey." He said quietly, not to startle them. When they didn't respond he called a bit louder. "Are you ok?"

"Hey." It didn't sound like her foster parents. It sounded like… a boy. "Are you ok?"

Whimpering, she turned her face into the wall, trying to protect her eyes from the light.

It moved off her as the boy turned to the padlock door. "I'll have you out in a jiffy. This lock's old." Yanking a knife from his back pocket he then began trying to pick the lock. The rusted lock easily came apart, but the chain was another story. It wrapped and weaved around the door in steel knots.

10 long minutes later, the chain fell to the ground and he yanked the door open. The girl hadn't moved since she turned her face away. Rushing over, he turned her to face him. Her eyes were closed shut, tightly. Shaking her gently, he asked again, "Are you ok?"

The flashlight tumbled from his lap ad the beam stuck her face. A shrill scream pierced the near silence.

"Come on." Parker was dragging Spy and Hollie towards Angela's office. "You've got to see her artwork. It's so awesome."

"We're coming Parker." Hollie removed her arm from his grasp and followed, checking to make sure Banana was coming as well and not sneaking off to visit Dr. Hodgins again. She liked the bugs.

"Auntie Ange!"

Angela looked up from the Angelator control pad. "Hey Parker. Who are all your friends?"

"This is Hollie, Banana, and Banana's sister Spy."

"Oh, interesting names. I like them." Putting the control board down, she went over. "I'm Angela Montenegro. It's nice to meet you all."

"What are you working on?" Parker asked excitedly.

"A facial reconstruction for our newest case. It's almost finished." To the girls, she elaborated. "When all the flesh is gone from a skull, the underlying facial arches are still there. Sometimes I draw the face, but mostly I use this machine called the Angelator to create a 3-d Image that can easily be altered and run through missing persons databases."

"Can we see it?" Banana, like any child, wanted to see the cool 3d image of a face.

"Sure, I just need a few minutes to finish up." She picked up the control pad and continued entering values.

Booth walked in. "Hey Bud, girls, Ange. How are you doing?"

"Daddy. I refuse to celebrate Columbus day." Hollie and Spy giggled. Banana took her friend's side. "I refuse too!"

"Oh, why is that?" It had only been a few a few hours and here Parker was refusing to celebrate a holiday even if it wasn't a present giving holiday.

"Because he was a mean person. We shouldn't celebrate mean people. We should celebrate great people like President Lincoln."

"I got a face." Angela looked up. "Hey Booth."

"Ok Ange, show me then run it." She nodded and a face began to appear on the Angelator.

Hollie and Spy glanced at each other. "It is just me?"

"Or does that look a lot like Liz?" Spy filled in as Hollie nodded.

"Who's Liz?" Booth ask, Agent mode on.

Before they could answer, a scream rang through the Jeffersonian.

Yay! More weird names! XD. I actually do have a friend who I call Banana so… yeah. Parker for President!

Well, from the people on here and a few friends I asked, it's unanimous. Everyone hates Sully more XD.

And I really don't have much to say here except I'm going to try to get back to posting every Thursday.

Inspirational Music for this Chapter:
-Fallen by Sarah McLachlan
-Wherever You Will Go by The Calling
-Words I Couldn't Say by Rascal Flatts
For Anyone Who's A Jibbs fan there's videos to the first two songs on youtube.

Next Time: A Booth and Brennan Moment, more on the victim, possible suspects, and more.

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