A/N: Calm Before the Storm is in multiple parts. There is more story and action going on before the end don't worry. There will be occasional time devoted to other characters that will be part of story now or in the immediate future. Don't worry SIG fans, there is a method to my madness and you will enjoy the ride, I promise.

Also, I write character driven stories that I try to make as umbrella ones as much as possible, so if I miss something, feel free to let me know. This is my first Bones fanfic and I want to do it justice.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Bones but I sure as hell should sometimes!

Arastoo and Cam were taking a walk through the Mall lost in their own thoughts as they enjoyed a rare day off together.

Cam was having one of her moments of insecurity. Arastoo Vaziri was almost ten years younger than her and a Muslim. This wasn't a problem now, but she knew of the potential ones for the future. Part of her was terrified of the fact she has been falling so far in love with this man, but was also exhilarated. As much as it shamed her, not even Michelle's father made her feel this way.

She also knew that Arastoo loved children, but she didn't want any more. She knew she needed to talk about her feelings with him, but could never find the right time.

As for Arastoo, his thoughts were as jumbled as hers. He still couldn't believe that he was in a relationship with the most beautiful woman in the world. He knew she got insecure about their age difference at times, but to him it didn't matter. At the same time, he wasn't naïve as he understood that if they were to make the ultimate commitment, there were some obstacles. One being their religions, but he knew they could make it work.

Then there was also the matter of children. He would love a family with her, but he knew in his heart he wanted her more. Fear of scaring her off had made him hesitant about telling her how he truly felt about her.

Suddenly Arastoo stopped as he turned Cam around. Then he kissed her with a kiss that showed her how much he loved her.

Both gave everything they had into the kiss before reluctantly breaking it. Recognizing the look in each other's eyes, they smiled and ran to Cam's car. Some things could wait for another time, but others couldn't.

Brennan was in Limbo examining the mandible from one of four skeletons brought in from a recent discovery at Antietam. After several minutes, she knew she wasn't getting anywhere and put the bone down. If this skeleton was possibly a soldier, he deserved more than 100% and she couldn't give even close to that. Carefully she put the skeleton away and walked to her office.

She shut the door, removed her lab coat, and sat at her desk as she got lost in her thoughts as she picked up a picture of Booth, Christine, Parker, and herself when Parker came to visit last.

She always loved him as her own, but seeing Parker's obvious love for Christine sealed it that he was her son as much as Booth and Rebecca's. She knew that she could never take Rebecca's place, but she always held a spot in her heart just for the younger Booth. He was coming home Father's Day weekend for the summer while Rebecca was coming to Washington for a case. She was worried about Pelant but wanted to make their time with Parker count before he headed back to England.

She knew that Pelant had something to do with Booth and the broken engagement. That part made her feel better. The part about him continuing to lie to her was where her anger was placed.

All the feelings that she thought were resolved from her younger years; abandonment into foster care…anger from being lied to by her parents in regard to her origins…fears of being hurt…..rose again in the last several weeks. More than once recently, a thought crossed her mind recently.

'Was he still angry about when she took Christine last year?' If what I am feeling now was anywhere near where he was feeling, I am receiving it back in clubs.'

Wallowing wasn't the way to get Pelant, she knew. She had to get over it….needed to find a way get over it, but she couldn't. It seemed like every day she felt Booth slipping away from her.

No, that's not correct. They were slipping away from each other.

She needed the truth from Booth but also knew that Pelant has surveillance all over. However, she needed to figure out how to talk to her mate without letting their enemy know. Together they, along with their friends were more dangerous to the enemy mastermind than any of them alone. Christopher Pelant also knew that.

Then she drifted to another photograph of her and Booth at her 15th year high school reunion. He had recently asked her to take a chance on them and she turned him down out of fear. He still was her partner and even her date when it mattered at the reunion in between solving a murder.

She understood now it was selfish to ask him to remain her friend and stay with her when she knew she broke his heart. Everyone before always left her, but he never did. She knew that he would always be there beside her.

There was their short detour with each going half way around the world, with him involved with Hannah when she returned to Washington. She was there for him when that relationship crumbled and she had to help him pick up the pieces. His involvement with Hannah broke her heart, but somewhere in her she had hope that they would be together someday.

When that someday came…..what a someday it was….in more ways than one.

Tears started to flow and she realized she was at work. Needing to purge her thoughts, she grabbed her USB and plugged it in on her portable laptop that she kept the wireless off on. Finding the item she needed, she hit CTRL + End. That's when she saw it.

The missing words…..the words she wrote the night Angela got sick.

'Oh God…..where were they? Did she not save them?' She thought to herself.

The night being a blur, she decided to let it go for the time being. As she began to type, her thoughts were interrupted by a phone call. "Brennan."

A moment of silence. "Hodgins slow down, what is wrong? Is she okay? No, you are not interrupting me…..I'm on my way."

Brennan quickly ended the call and grabbed her messenger bag. She was on her way to tell Cam she was leaving when she remembered that she took a personal day. Remembering where she needed to be, she rushed over to Fisher and gave him instructions on what needed to be done that day before leaving.

Lance Sweets was leaving Booth's office when he saw Agent Olivia Sparling in the bullpen. Feeling a spring in his step, he walked over to her. "Hi, Olivia."

She turned to a voice she knew well. It took everything she had to keep it professional. She really liked him, but didn't want to get her hopes up with him again after last time. "Hi Dr. Sweets."

Getting his courage up, Sweets remembered the advice Booth gave him a few minutes earlier.

'Slow down, talk to her, take her someplace simple, like for coffee, and see where it goes. Don't get shrinky with her.

He took a deep breath before stammering, "I….I was…I was wondering if….maybe if you wanted…"

Genny saw Sweets was anxious and got up. "I need to make some copies."

After she left, Agent Sparling turned back to the psychologist. Seeing he was nervous, she decided to cut him some slack. "How can I help you, Lance?"

'She called me Lance!' He thought before he began to stutter until he looked at Agent Booth's office and saw him at his desk. If Booth could win the heart of Doctor Temperance Brennan, he could do a simple thing as asking an FBI agent out.

He took another deep breath. "If you are free right now, would you like to go for coffee with me, Agent Sparling? Just coffee….no sex!"

Sweets' eye bulged out as he realized what he said. 'Oh my God…I am such a dork!'

She turned beet red and looked around, thankful the bullpen was empty at the moment. She was wary, but Genny said to give him a chance.

'That girl should take her own advice.' she thought, but she knew the words were sound and coffee couldn't hurt.

"Sure, Lance, I will go for just coffee with you."

'Yes! Score!' Sweets internally screamed but held his excitement back as Olivia got up and joined him before they walked out of the bullpen.

When they got to the elevator, Olivia saw Agent Perotta coming out of the break room with a gleam in her eyes as her vision looked to be directed at their supervisor's office.

'Uh oh,' Olivia thought.

Genny Shaw watched as her friend and Doctor Sweets left together. He was dorky but a nice guy. She also noted that Agent Perotta was walking back towards her desk, but kept looking at Agent Booth's office from time to time.

'Damn can she be any more obvious? She thinks no one knows what she's up to. Whatever. Coloring her hair darker only makes her look desperate. Does that ho really think she can steal Agent Booth away from Dr. Brennan? Dr. Brennan has more class and is sooooo beautiful without all the crap Perotta uses.'

She walked back to her desk and couldn't stop herself when she saw the other agent looking at the office again. "Give it up, Perotta. He's not going to give you the time of day. He adores Doctor Brennan and he has a family. Why would he give all that up for a roll in the hay with you?"

Agent Perotta turned to her colleague. "Don't be jealous because I have what I have and you have….what you have. He is handsome, charming, and oh so sexy. He needs someone who can appreciate that, not an uptight scientist who thinks she better than everyone else."

Her fellow agent turned to her colleague. "Don't be jealous because I have what I have and you have….what you have. He is handsome, charming, and oh so sexy. He needs someone who can appreciate that, not an uptight scientist who thinks she better than everyone else."

Perotta struck a nerve, but Shaw was determined not to show that the obvious insult hurt. "Maybe Peyton that's because she is better than anyone else. People are more interested in her and the men around here seem to check her out more than you."

"Just because you don't get the attention I do…"

Suddenly feeling a buzz, Shaw ignored the other agent's hot air and picked up her phone. When she saw the text message, she lit up in spite of herself.

Scored tickets 2 Orioles game this wknd. Danny & I would like 2 go if that's OK. Will u go w/ us?

Butterflies were in her stomach as she thought of Wendell Bray. She didn't understand how a handsome, smart guy like Wendell would be interested in someone like her….a single mother whose looks weren't more than….eh. She saw girls flirt with him whenever the group got together after a case at the Founding Fathers and he could have any girl he wanted.

They had an unexpected kiss several weeks ago and she had to admit there were sparks. However, she also had sparks with Danny's father and she remembered how that turned out. Ever since, she tried to avoid him if Danny or work colleagues weren't around. She didn't trust herself alone with him.

She came back when she felt another buzz and looked at the message.

Pwease Mommy?

Genny started laughing. 'How could she say no?' she thought before texting back a reply.

Yes u can go. B good 4 Wendell & I will c u l8r.

Realizing where she was, she opened a file to study the latest on the Pelant case.

'It's just a baseball game,' She thought. 'What could it hurt?'

At Rock Creek Park, Danny and Wendell were with Finn and Michelle. Michelle was playing catch with Danny while Finn and Wendell were talking after he finished texting.

"Please say yes, Genny….please."

Finn was laughing. "Man, you are drowning in molasses for this gal, aren't you? Why don't you talk to her? You've already kissed her. I'd say that a mighty fine way to get to know a gal."

"Dude I'm trying, but she avoids me whenever possible. I think I spooked her when I kissed her. I get the impression Danny's father was a major douche and doesn't want to risk another one."

He looked at the phone in anticipation. "I hope she I can get her to go to the Orioles with Danny and I if she lets him go. Scoring those three tickets was not an easy thing on my wallet, but it would be worth it."

Finn laughed, and then had an idea. "Hey Danny."

Michelle and Danny walked over before Finn knelt down to the small child. "Wanna help Wendell with asking your mom if you can see the baseball game?"

"Ya!"

Finn took Wendell's phone before the other guy could stop him. "Okay what do you want to say?"

Danny smiled an impish grin. "Pwease Mommy?"

Everyone laughed as Finn sent the message to Genny before giving the phone back to Wendell. "Now we wait."

About a couple minutes later the phone buzzed. Wendell looked up, smiled a big grin and yelled, "YES! BOOYAH!"

He then started dancing a jig to the delight of his companions and people passing by.

Agent Perotta watched the events of the bullpen after she got herself coffee. When she saw Agent Sparling leave with Doctor Lance Sweets, she felt a quick tug before she pushed it down. For a geek, Sweets is smart and kind of cute. He was very impressive during the first case we worked on together. Might have considered him for a good time, but he was with that annoying as fuck Daisy from the Jeffersonian.

For a moment, she felt another tug of something as she remembered the friendship and respect she had noticed between Agents Shaw and Sparling for a while now. Realizing this, she pushed it down.

'I have it all over those two.'

She got back to the desk and felt another moment of envy when she saw Genny again. Once again, thoughts raced through her.

'I have more experience in the field and seniority. Why does Agent Shaw get to work with Agent Booth more than I do? Obviously she can't be a better agent than me. Probably Doctor Brennan feels threatened by me. I can't imagine anyone threatened by Genny Shaw.'

She did further research into Christopher Pelant, but looked across the room from time to time in Seeley Booth's office. She could imagine a delicious encounter on his office desk after hours. Something annoying broke her thoughts.

"Give it up, Perotta. He's not going to give you the time of day. He adores Doctor Brennan and he has a family. Why would he give all that up for a roll in the hay with you?"

She noted after a few minutes of conversation she was ignored for Agent Shaw's phone.

'Why does she have a stupid grin on her face? It's not like any hot guys would be interested in her anyway. Who wants to be saddled with a kid?'

Deciding that she won her tête-à-tête with the other agent, she went back to her work, but kept glancing back into her supervisor's office.

'I bet sex with him would be amazing. I can't wait to find out.'

Booth watched all the happenings from his office. Taking a needed break from his duties, he smiled as he observed Sweets taking his advice successfully. A short time later, he saw Agents Shaw and Perotta back at their desks having a conversation.

When he saw Agent Shaw smile at her phone, he suspected that Wendell was the reason behind it. His phone buzzed and his opinion was confirmed.

Dude we r going 2 Orioles game! She's going on a date w/ me! Almost, but BOOYAH!

Booth laughed as he was happy for his hockey teammate. He cautioned him in his hospital room that he faced obstacles with dating an FBI agent and a single mother to boot. However, he liked both of them and if anyone deserved someone decent, it was Shaw.

Agent Genevieve Shaw was frankly one of the best agents he had ever worked with. She was bright, flexible, quick on her feet, and used the fact people would underestimate her due to her size and age to get what she needed to close a case. He felt a kindred soul in her and was proud to be her mentor.

He knew she would go places in the Bureau. If he ever moved up to Hacker's job, he would do what he could to make her the SAC in Major Crimes or somewhere.

He also noted from time to time Agent Perotta would look in his office. Sweets said the agent wanted to hook up with him, but even if FBI regulations permitted it, he wasn't interested.

Agent Peyton Perotta was an excellent agent who could charm witnesses and suspects into confessions, but her teamwork skills in the last several months left a bit to be desired. Besides, women who were that obvious usually were insecure and needy and he didn't need that.

What he had at home had no comparison….no matter where they were at the moment.

Turning around in his chair, he saw his picture of Bones on his desk and his melancholy came back with a vengeance. He was so good at giving advice to others but when it came to his own love life, it was ruled by a mentally adolescent sociopath.

He was forty-two years old and Bones was almost thirty-seven. It took them almost a decade to get to this point in their lives and were happy. Bones even proposed to him. They were going to get married, but he had to break her heart to protect her.

'God had a reason for this, right?' Booth lamented. He never gives a person more than they can handle, at least he always believed that, but doubts made him waver.

'Am I being punished for my life as a sniper? Did I not do enough for Jared when we were younger and my penitence is to suffer?'

Booth shook those thoughts off. 'No, my God isn't like that'.

Feeling himself swept up in emotion, he grabbed his notebook and began to write. Someday he would show Bones this notebook….show all the love he had for her, a love so strong at times it could be overpowering to his senses. The rush he got from her love made the rush that he got from gambling seem like nothing.

Suddenly his phone rang. Seeing the number, he groaned before answering. "Booth."

His face changed to one of sympathy as he listed to the caller, his usual impatience towards the person while working together gone.

"Meet me here in thirty minutes," He said before listening for a minute. "It's fine. There's not much going on today anyway. Max left here a short time ago with Christine to the park I think, so bring Michael here. I'll text him that you are on your way…..don't worry about it Hodgins. It's better that we talk without your son around. I'll see you soon."

Booth hung up his phone and worked to finish. After texting Max, he worked to finish his thoughts in his notebook.