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This chapter is dedicated to my grandmother. May she rest in peace.
*1929-2009*
Chapter Eleven
It was June 17th, 2002. Temperance Brennan pulled her small car up the winding cracked driveway, knocking on the front door of the cottage. Marissa answered the door, her three year-old son Eddy clinging to her right leg and her one year-old daughter Kaetlin in her arms.
"Hey Tempe, how are you?" Marissa asked handing Brennan the little girl, "Please hold Kay for a second, the phone is ringing." The small woman rushed into the kitchen. Temperance sat down on the living room couch, bouncing Kaetlin on her knee.
"Hi Temperance, I didn't know you were visiting today," Peter said, walking into the room. Eddy bounded up to him, unbalanced. Pete ruffled his son's hair.
"Yes, I Marissa called this morning; she said she needed to tell me something," Temperance told him. Marissa came back into the room and sat down next to Bones.
"Ok, sweetie, here it goes. Seeley has finally contacted us. He wants to see you," Marissa said nervously, glancing up at Peter.
Temperance's heart skipped a beat.
"What? I haven't seen him since he left for the army. He wasn't even at your wedding! I don't want to see him," she concluded angrily. Marissa sighed and patted Temperance's free hand.
"He just wants to talk to you."
"I'm sorry, I-I can't," Brennan protested. She handed Kaetlin to Marissa, grabbed her purse, and flew out of the house.
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Special Agent Seeley Booth stepped onto the crime scene where a skeleton had just been discovered. He noticed an auburn-haired woman crouched down next to the remains.
"Hey," he nudged a fellow Agent, "Who's that?"
"She's a Forensic Anthropologist, she's supposed to be here," the Agent told Booth. There was something familiar about this woman. Where do I know her from, he thought.
"Hey, do you know what her name is?" Seeley persisted. The other Agent shrugged.
"Her first name is weird, I don't remember it. But her last name is Brennan. Dr. Brennan." Seeley's eyes grew wide.
"Temperance? Is it Temperance Brennan?" He asked frantically. The Agent nodded.
"Yeah, that's it." Seeley ran over to the working woman. He grasped her slim shoulders and the anthropologist whirled around.
"Bones!" Seeley exclaimed. He was grinning from ear to ear. She didn't return his smile, just a look of surprise.
"Seeley? What are you doing here?" She demanded angrily. His smile faded.
"I'm a Special Agent for the FBI, Temperance. How long have you been working for the Jeffersonian?" Temperance turned back to her work.
"Four years, now if you excuse me, I have work to do," she said casually. He was clearly not done talking to her.
"Temperance, can we please talk about-about what happened?" Seeley pleaded.
"This is a crime scene, Agent Booth," Temperance informed him, examining the victim's phalanges.
"No, I mean over lunch," he offered, "I'll buy." She sighed, looking at him.
"Fine, pick me up at the lab at 2," the doctor told him, and resumed her work.
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