A/N: I am finally done with all of my papers which means that you finally get a new chapter. Thanks so much for being patient guys, to reward you I'll try to update daily for at least a week. No promises, but this is my goal. So now, another chapter of One Day at a Time. Enjoy!
"Booth, this could be the break in the case we need. If we can get a face of the man the witness saw, we could easily find out who he is and bring him in for questioning. Then we could bring justice to the victim!" Brennan was getting very excited.
"I know, Bones. But we still wouldn't have enough to convict. We would need a confession from the guy. We would still be better off than we are now as far as clues go."
Booth and Brennan continued to discuss the case when Angela burst into the office.
"I have a face! And the name of the victim." Angela said, pulling out her computer. Starting it up and clicking on a link, a face and profile appeared of a young woman. "So this is the victim, Tracy Manahan. She was 32 and lived here in D.C." Angela clicked another link and a computer generated image of a man appeared on the screen. "This is the face of the assailant that the witness described."
"Thanks, Ange. Can you send that to my phone?" Booth asked.
"Sure thing, Booth. I have to get back to the lab, I'll see you later, guys." Angela said, leaving the office.
Brennan looked at Booth. "What do we do now?"
"Now, we look into Tracy's life and find out who this man is and how he is connected to her. I talked to Sweets for a profile of the killer; he said that this did not appear to be random, so the assailant has to be a boyfriend or something along those lines." Booth paused and looked at his partner. "So, Bones, what time were we meeting everyone for drinks tonight?"
"I just told them after work. What time do you think that should be?"
"Well, it could take some time for my guys to dig up info on Tracy, and it is already 5, maybe we should call it an early night and give the squints the good news. What do you say, Bones?"
"I guess we could do that. Getting it over with sounds like a good idea." Brennan looked down at her hands, which were resting in her lap.
"What's wrong, Bones? Change of heart?"
She looked up, shocked. "Of course not, Booth! I just…I find that I am apprehensive about what everyone's reactions will be. Angela was positive, but I am not sure about the rest of our team."
"Bones, I already told you, everyone will be excited about the news. They will be very enthusiastic and supportive, trust me." He said, giving his partner a sympathetic look.
"I know. I'm being irrational. I just don't want our team to split up because of our new relationship."
"Bones, we are the center. As long as we are together, we'll hold. Don't worry so much. Didn't you tell me once that there is no point in worrying."
"Something to that effect, yes, I did." She chuckled. "Okay, why don't we let everyone know to meet us at founding fathers in half an hour?"
"Sounds good. Why don't you call Angela and have her tell the lab and then we can run and get Sweets."
Brennan pulled out her phone and dialed the familiar number. "Angela Montenegro."
"Ange, it's me. Booth and I feel that it would be best if we take the night off and meet at Founding Fathers in about half an hour. Can you tell everyone at the lab?"
"Of course, Sweetie. We'll finish up here and head on over. See you soon, Bren."
"Bye, Ange." Brennan said, closing her phone.
Booth looked at his partner and extended a hand to help her from the chair. "Let's go tell Sweets." Brennan took his hand, stood up and dropped his hand. Booth placed a protective hand in the small of his partners back and the two walked to the young psychologist's office.
"Hey, Sweets, we're headin' out early. Want to hitch a ride with us to Founding Fathers?" Booth said as he and Brennan entered the office.
"Sure, Agent Booth. Hello, Dr. Brennan. How are you doing?" Dr. Lance Sweets said as he got up and started to clean up his office for the night.
"I am fine Dr. Sweets. How are you?"
"I'm curious to find out why we are all gathering at Founding Fathers tonight. Agent Booth only told me that it was important that I attend."
"You'll find out in a few minutes, Sweets. Just hold your horses."
Brennan looked at her partner, confused. "Hold his horses?" Brennan turned to Sweets. "Do you even own horses?"
Booth and Sweets chuckled. "No, Bones, it's a phrase. It just means to be patient."
"Oh, I see. Because when there were no motor vehicles, carriages would have to hold their horses if they needed to wait for someone else to board. That is very clever."
"Well thanks, Bones, I did come up with it." Booth deadpanned.
"You did? That is very interesting."
"No, Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth did not make up the phrase. He was being facetious." Sweets chuckled.
"So, are we ready to go?" Booth jumped in before Brennan had the chance to chastise him.
"Yes, I believe so, Agent Booth."
"Alright, let's go then!" Booth said, clapping his hands together and turning on his heel.
A/N2: Please, Please, Please review! I would love to get your feedback. Also, let me know if there is anything you would like to see in this story because I don't really have anything planned for it after the big announcement and the finishing of the case.