Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, only the character of Lana.

Bones slowly walked out of her office.

"Sweetie, what did you do to the poor girl? She ran out in tears." Angela walked over to her friend.

"I don't know why I did that?" Bones said after explaining the whole thing to Angela and Hodgins.

"Uh... Maybe you're Jealous that Booth likes her so much." Angela said smiling.

"I'm not jealous." Bones said sternly. But she was starting to feel a little unsure about that.

"Lana, hey are you okay?" Booth sat down next to her in the parking lot.

"I'm fine." She said wiping tears away from her face.

"Bones isn't usually like that. Trust me; she doesn't usually talk to people like that, unless they're criminals." Booth frowned.

"You know, everyone keeps saying that, but I'm still hanging out to see the "real her"." Lana frowned back.

"Well, yeah me too. So anyway why are you so upset?." Booth asked.

"No reason." She replied.

Booth looked at her questioningly.

"When I was 15, I had this friend. I'd known him forever. Anyway on New Year's Eve we were at this party and we both got really drunk. He seemed normal though and so when he asked me if I wanted to go to a quieter room cos of how sick I was feeling, I agreed. Next thing I remember he was holding me down on the bed..." Booth watched her with concern on his face as tears started rolling down her face. "...He started doing stuff to me and I was screaming out for help but no one heard me and he had a firm grip so..." She broke down so Booth pulled her head to his chest and held her.

After a few minutes he spoke.

"Did you ever report it?" He asked.

"Nuh, I was too scared and I didn't want to think about it. But Vanessa is the best thing that has ever happened to me." She wiped her eyes again and slowly pulled away from booth, although he kept his arm around her.

"Yeah, I know what you mean I have a son around the same age named Parker." He smiled at the thought of his son.

"We should organise a play date sometime." Lana smiled.

"I have him this weekend actually, my house on Saturday at 11?" He asked.

"Sounds perfect." Lana laughed.

"Wait, what do you mean you have him this weekend?" she asked confused.

He explained all about his wife to her.

Twenty minutes later they walked back inside.

Brennan was standing there waiting.

"Hey, Listen I'm really sorry." She said to Lana.

"That's okay." Lana replied.

"No, it's not. I was out of line; it's nearly three o'clock you better go." She replied in a slightly friendlier voice than usual.

"If you let my daughter stay here I can come back and work for a while." Lana asked. "Sure, booth can look after her." Brennan smiled teasingly at him. Thanks." She replied.

"I'd love to." Booth replied.