I would suggest listening to Nine Days - Absolutly (Story of a Girl when it is prompted, it will help with the setting. The lyrics are in bold italics. This one is for all the wonderful reviewers and lurking readers, I love you guys too.

Disclaimer: I only own April, I wanted Booth, but couldn't afford him.

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How does he know exactly what I need and always manage to give it to me?

God I love him.

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The ride back to the apartment had been tense. But by the time they had made dinner and set the table things were starting to get back to normal, or so it seemed.

"But those particulates Hodgins found match the mix of earth and biomaterial found on that bay. That should be where we look first. The other girl could still be alive."

"Why would they kill one girl and keep the other? It doesn't make any sense. We don't have any facts to support that theory Temperance."

"Well maybe not yet, but what's that you told me once? That believing a child is alive is better than assuming he's dead because it gives you something to look forward to rather than dread."

Booth paused chewing his chicken to think about this.

"You're right. Lets get Hodgins to try and narrow down the search area and we can see what we find tomorrow."

April sat quietly at the table, concentrating on cutting her broccoli into smaller bits, hoping it wouldn't taste so bad that way and wishing Seeley had a dog. While doing this, she missed the fact that the adults had stopped discussing the case and were throwing meaningful glances back and forth across the table.

Booth widened his eyes and pursed his lips at Brennan, fork and knife poised motionless over his plate. Brennan jerked her head in April's direction and raised her eyebrows. Both held the same undeniable stubbornness in their eyes they always wore when arguing.

"Are you guys okay?"

April's voice had both of them immediately returning to their plates as if nothing had happened.

A quirk on her lips, April placed a miniscule bite of broccoli in her mouth and grimaced as it went down.

"C'mon guys, I'm not Parker. You can't just spell something instead of say it and hope I don't understand. I'm not blind. Just tell me."

Booth cleared his throat and set down his silverware, wiping the corners of his mouth before speaking.

"April, Bones and I have to tell you something."

April flicked her gaze between them a few times and deadpanned. "You're pregnant."

Brennan started coughing, choking on her Red wine.

"No!" She gasped, eyes wide and face red as her shirt.

"No." Booth reiterated, a bit more calmly.

April looked between them a few times and shrugged. "Okay, then what is it?"

Booth sighed and clasped his hands while Brennan caught her breath.

"Tomorrow you've got an appointment with a friend of mine. Dr. Wyatt."

April furrowed her brow in confusion so Brennan clarified.

"He's a psychologist. The only reasonable one I've ever met." She said, her composure in tact.

April's eyes widened and she pushed away her plate, still half full of broccoli.

"No."

"April."

"No! I'm not going to se some shrink Seeley!" She crossed her arms in defiance.

"Why not?"

April looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. "Why? Because I'm not crazy that's why! I said I wouldn't do it anymore and I won't. I don't need to see a psychologist." She turned to Brennan. "Please Tempe, I promise I won't do it again."

"April he's just going to talk to you." Booth tried.

"Yeah, he's good. He fixed Booth."

April paused and frowned thoughtfully. "Really?" Now mildly interested, she asked. "Why did you have to go see him?"

"He shot a clown."

"Bones!"

"Seeley! I rest my case!"

"Wait a second okay? It was a clown head on an ice cream truck, not an actual clown." His calming words had the opposite affect.

April stood suddenly, her hands on her hips. "I don't care if it was Pee Wee Herman in a movie theatre. I'm not going." She stormed out of the dining room leaving Booth stunned and Brennan perplexed.

"Pee Wee Herman?"

Booth just shook his head. "I'll explain later, c'mon."

They both rose and went to the living room, where April stood in the middle of the floor, perfectly still with her back to them.

After exchanging a glance, Brennan stepped forward.

"April?" She asked, reaching out to touch her shoulder. April whirled around, a concentrated look on her face.

"Shh…Do you hear that?"

Booth frowned. "Hear what?"

"Shh!" She put up her hand to quiet them and turned, stepping further into the room. "I could have sworn I heard…"

Suddenly she stopped. She held her breath and closed her eyes as a wide grin split her face in two.

Booth and Brennan jumped when she suddenly squealed and ran to the window, throwing it open and sticking her head out into the cool night air.

This is the story of a girl

Immediately the room was filled with a faintly familiar tune, though neither Booth or Brennan noticed right away as they rushed to her side to pull her back in.

Who cried a river and drowned the whole world

"No! Stop, it's Tommy!" April struggled against them, straining toward the window.

And while she looked so sad in photographs

Breaking free, April rushed forward, her heart in her ears, cheeks pained from smiling. She stuck both her arms out and waved down at the street.

"Tommy!" She screamed gleefully.

I absolutely love her

Three stories below three young men had set up an impromptu concert in the middle of the street, no doubt breaking every noise ordinance ever made as they played their hearts out on guitars and drums, one boy singing for all he was worth and hoping to be heard by the girl he loved.

When she smiles

April closed her eyes, her soul filling with a melody she would always associate with Tommy. It wasn't a normal song for a couple to consider their own, it wasn't romantic in the usual way, but it was them. Completely, utterly, unequivocally Tommy and April, and she couldn't have thought of a more perfect moment than this, sticking her head out the window, listening to him play their song as it danced on the breeze and was carried away.

Pulling herself back inside, April made room for Booth and Brennan who leaned out and found not only a jam session in the street, but window after window in the surrounding buildings being opened and lights turned on as people tried to find out where the noise was coming from.

You're clothes never wear as well the next day

April struggled to pull on her shoes, her lips and fingers tingled to touch the boy so much she could hardly think straight.

And you're hair never falls in quite the same way

"He's here he's here." She whispered to herself, one shoe on and hopping with the other in hand toward the door.

But you never seem to run out of things to say

"How did he get here? God I can't believe he's here." She opened the door, shoelaces flying in every direction as she raced down the hall to the stairs, the words to their song playing in her head.

This is the story of a girl

Her grin grew wider and she sang along under her breath, ignoring the sound of Brennan and Booth scrambling after her down the hall.

Who cried a river and drowned the whole world

Shaking her head as she smiled, she wiped away tears of joy and jumped the last few steps. Tommy never was normal.

But while she looked so sad in photographs

Normal boyfriends would have sent flowers, made a phone call.

I absolutely love her.

Not Tommy.

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He sings to me in the street.

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When she smiles

April burst through the door as he hit the last notes on his guitar and looked up, matching her grin for grin.

"Tommy!" She screamed. With a new burst of energy she ran toward him, hardly able to breathe. Tommy scrambled to pull off his guitar and set it aside just in time to catch April as she slammed into him and he stumbled backward. When he regained his balance he pulled her closer and she wrapped her skinny legs around his waist, hugging him like she would never let go.

For a moment, April was in a state of grace.

I hope all enjoyed this, I do so love pleasing you.