"Angela what is it? What did you find?" Tempe asked later that day as Booth and her rushed into the lab towards Angela's office.

"You'll never guess." She mumbled looking frantically around the room. "I stopped working on this face about a week ago to work on Barbra Johnson's and last night I thought I'd finish this one up, you'll never guess who it looks like."

"Who?" Booth and Tempe said in unison.

"Elizabeth Walters." She mumbled pulling out the picture to show them.

"You're kidding?" Booth mumbled walking over to taking the sketch.

"I'm sorry, who?" Tempe asked confused as she looked down to the sketch of a young girl smiling happily, her long brown hair matched her eyes and her face begged attention.

"Elizabeth Walters, or Lizzie, was a young girl who disappeared two months ago while walking home from school." Angela explained.

"She was seven months along in her pregnancy and was forced to attend a special school for expecting mothers." Booth continued. "her parents called her in missing three weeks after she failed to return home.

"why so long?" Tempe asked taking the picture away.

"Mommy and Daddy never really approved of the little guy, referred to it as a demon child from hell. Or the anti-Christ. They were very religious people and couldn't face the fact little innocent got it on in the back seat of her boyfriends truck." Booth mumbled remembering the file he had skimmed the day she had been reported.

"So her mother and father basically abandoned her?" Tempe mumbled looking out the office window to the middle of the empty lab where the body on the topic lay. "Where is everybody?"

"Sweetie, it's the weekend. They're all home. I only brought you here because my place is a mess and I needed to find my colored pencils." Angela mumbled looking back to her desk to find the pencils under a stack of papers. "I'm sorry I interrupted your weekend, but I felt it was important."

"It's ok," Booth said smiling at her. "Bones, is there any way you can prove that's her?"

"Not without any DNA. We got some for bodies one and two, but I need to run some more tests with the other one before I can say for sure."

"Ok, well good, we'll come back tomorrow for some work, question a few people and see where that leads us."

"Why don't we just do it know? We're all ready here." Tempe asked, getting a look from Booth.

"Aren't you guys going on a Honeymoon?" Angela broke them apart from their conversation. "You know for newlyweds, you don't act like I thought you would."

Booth's eyes widened. Was it all over? Did everything they had worked so hard for just fall to pieces before it was even being finished built? Suddenly, Angela's hand flew to Tempe's stomach and started talking like she would a child.

"Hey, kiddo. Sorry mommy and daddy are so weird, you'll get used to it, at least until you become a teenager, then you can come and hang out with Aunty Ange. Ok?" she said smiling, then stood up to face the parents. "You too better take care of my little niece or nephew. I mean it. When do you find out what it is?"

"We're going to wait until it's born and find out then. More surprising." Booth covered up quickly.

"Whatever, I'll see you guys when you get back from your honeymoon in a week, have fun and try to leave the room at some point. Hell try to leave the bed," she said walking towards the door a huge smile on her face. "No you know what, stay in bed…all day, and have fun." She then turned back around and headed out the door.

"So this Elizabeth Walters will have to wait huh?" Tempe asked upset looking over to Booth as they headed out of Angela's office.

"I forgot all about the Honeymoon, shit this is just getting worse. And we have to do it because it not it will look like we're not married and that will ruin everything." Booth rambled on as Tempe looked to the platform where the three bodies lay.

"Are you kidding me?" she asked suddenly. "We have to go on a Honeymoon too?"

"I'm sorry."

"We just made a break in this case, one I've been waiting for. Another body could turn up at any moment and we have to leave for a week for some thing people in love do? When all along this wedding is a lie just so we can catch a serial killer?" she all, but practically yelled.

"Look Bones, I'm sorry ok?" Booth said beginning to pace. "If I give you a few hours here, with the body could you do what needs to be done? I mean in order to figure something, anything, out?"

"possibly." She mumbled heading towards her office.

"Six hours, ok Bones? You have six hours to find something, and if you don't find a thing, then we're headed off to the damn honeymoon."

"And what if I find something?" she asked pulling her lab coat on.

"If you find something there's a good chance we could postpone it and get to work on the case. Depending on what you find we may not be on this case for very long."

"Great, I'll get to work now."

The next six hours were spent with just the two of them in the lab. Tempe had examined the bones so many times she felt she could place every little fracture just by memory. Sometimes it was really unnecessary to even look at the body, but she knew there was something she had overlooked, anything at all, she had missed.

Walking from her office from a short lunch break with Booth, she headed back to the body and examined the other two as well. So far all she had was the basics, all three women died of the same thing. The women had been beaten, placed in a position where something heavy ran over the still breathing tied up body, supporting the car theory, most likely killing them in the process, and if they weren't dead than the fact of being set on fire did it. Which was why she stood there looking over bodies that had been given to her just hours after the death occurred.

Hodgins had left her notes saying that the cloth found bound around the wrists and ankles was doused in a chemical, upon closer inspection Zach and she had found the rest of the body had it. After Hodgins had it analyzed he had concluded it was kerosene. Each pregnant woman suffered a horrible death and didn't deserve to be like this. Who knew how many others were still out there. Obviously this guy wasn't new to the idea, he had everything planned out, he had been doing this for years. Who knew how many other expecting mothers were the target. And as she thought it over she began to wonder if she was a target yet. Was the creep was watching her every move? Did he know she was pregnant? Would she have to wait to be considered a target for when she placed 'Tammy the Bulging Tummy' on?

As she stood there she felt something, her brother had called it a sense as if someone was watching her. She hadn't believed it was possible to know if someone had there eyes on you, but now she did. With a quick turn she came face to face with the person causing her uncomforting feeling.

"Jeeze, Bones what the hell?" Booth asked as she quickly turned to him.

"You scared the hell out of me." she mumbled. She had gotten so caught up in the case she had forgotten he was still in the lab with her. "What the hell do you want?"

"What have you found?" he asked looking to the body.

"Nothing, she matches the others perfectly. Same death, everything."

"Is it Elizabeth Walters?"

"It's female, the bones of a highly developed fetus were found, the skull structure of the fetus is that of a male. The woman is in her late teens early twenties. Mixed race, possibly Native American and European."

"That's what Elizabeth was, her great grandfather on her mother's side was a medicine man and grandfather on her father's side came from England." Booth said lowering his head; this was not how he wanted her life to end. She was only seventeen, a mother. She still had a life to live, a life to protect. "Did she try to fight off her attacker?"

"Yes, the break in the wrist was not brought on by a force as heavy as the rest of her breaks, it was twisted back and broken, most likely to stop the attacker from the blows delivered."

Elizabeth was a mother; young as she may have been she had fought for the life of her child, just like the rest had. She was a mother till death.

"How far along was the fetus?"

"At least eight months, judging from the development she was near birth, just like the other two."

"So she was alive for at least a month after she was kidnapped, then she was murdered."

"I would say at least a month and a half." Tempe mumbled.

"Ok, I'll call Cullen ask him to get the file on her, we'll look the father of the baby up and question him." Booth said walking with her to her office where he grabbed his cell phone.

"So no honeymoon?" she asked happily after he hung up. He looked upset.

"Cullen said the family with be taken care of by another agent, he wants us to leave somewhere by tomorrow and not show up for at least a week. We have to appear we're married. If they see us back at work the weekend after our wedding then we'll ruin everything." He said placing his phone back in his pocket.

"But this is our case, we should be he ones talking to the family."

"I know it will be recorded and given to us to analyze, if we feel another interrogation is in order than we can ask for one, but we can't get out of this."

"Shit!"

"You said it."

"So where do we go and when do we leave?"

"We leave tomorrow morning, where do we go? I'm not sure but we have a few hours to think of some place." He said looking over to her, it was going to be a long night.

Where will they go? Will they ever catch a break? Can the case be solved before Tempe is a target? Will they ever get over their damn stubbornness and just face the facts? Are there facts to face? The answers will be answered soon, along with many others next time on "Mother on the Freeway." PLS review, I look forward to your input. I will update soon, thank you all for your support I could not do this without you guys.