A/N: You guys are being lovely about reviewing (most of you) so here's the next chapter that I already had prepared. It's some B/B which all of you have been bugging me for and then some more information about what happened to Parker (which I know is KILLING you).

As always I appreciate you taking out the time to write out what you think. It really inspires me and is the reason you guys have received about 6 updates this week instead of just one.

So here you are!

26CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

Two days. That number passed through Booth's mind over and over again as he paced back and forth in his office. After waking up from his short nap (exactly an hour thanks to Temperance) he had went right back to work. Well, the work that he was allowed to do since he was personally involved. If Cam thought he wasn't going to even try she had to be out of her mind. Booth knew Cam relatively well, as they had dated, and he knew she was a lot of things but out of her mind wasn't one of them. Hopefully she'd put up with him looking through the files over and over again, and if not, she'd have to deal.

Seeley sighed, very frustrated and though he had been staring at copies of files having to do with Harold for at least two hours straight he just couldn't focus. He had never been a files kind of guy and the fact that his son and coworker were in the crazy man's grasp wasn't helping. The frustration increasing to its boiling point he let out a loud yell and threw the folder at the wall, the pieces of paper flew around the room. Some lofted in the air swaying back and forth like leaves from a tree.

"I somehow doubt that approach will provide us with any assistance for this case." Temperance spoke up from the doorway which caused Seeley to suddenly turn his head around with accusing eyes though it didn't affect Temperance.

"Listen you.." Seeley began in a firm voice when he didn't know who it was, looking about ready to attack whoever had barged in when he saw it was Temperance. Almost immediately his facial expression softened and became more worn as he looked down at the floor with a sigh. "Oh. It's you Bones." Lifting his hand he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"That would be a very good deduction based on the facts." Temperance gave a nod still in her scientific mode (if she ever came out of it).

"I just turned my head around." Seeley sighed, not really in the mood to debate so he hoped she'd let it drop. "No science mumbo jumbo involved." A hint of a smile at his lips, though a tired one, as he looked back up and saw that his partner was holding something close to her waist. Why he was looking there he didn't question out of fear of what other 'scientific deductions' it would lead to, but he was curious never the less. "What you got there Bones?"

The anthropologist stepped into the room, holding the small black container. "I brought you pie." She then looked down at the box seeming thoughtful for a moment. "I don't like it but I thought you might appreciate it." Looking back up matter of factly she held out the box for Booth to take.

Seeley seemed unsure at first, or at least surprised as he studied his partner and then the black box. He hadn't eaten in a while, he didn't have the time nor the patience to even sit down, perhaps some food would do him some good. Maybe Temperance Brennan did know best in other fields other than science. She seemed to know him incredibly well.

Reaching out Seeley took the box from her, never breaking eye contact with the woman. "Thanks."

Without thinking, as was her style with common sense subjects, Temperance blurted out: "It was two dollars and twenty seven cents. With tax." Seeley blinked at her but still Temperance looked unphased. "My treat." She had rehearsed those two words over and over again. People said them on television shows and people always seemed to find them more than socially inept. But apparently her intentions and her words came across quite different.

"Okay Bones, I get it." Seeley sighed, moving around his desk toward the chair to his coat, pushing his hand into the coat pocket.

"What are you doing?" Temperance asked curiously, horribly confused (as she often was in this office).

"Getting your money." Seeley responded simply, his fingers pressing further into the fabric in search for a few dollar bills.

"Why?" Temperance was growing increasingly confused. Had she said the words incorrectly? This wasn't at all like in the old movies or television shows.

"Because you said it was two dollars and twenty seven..." Seeley counted the dollars and was now counting the change out in his palm. "Cents." He finished with a weak, cocky little smile as he marched right over to her. "I made it fifty cents. Two quarters. Count it out. Interest." Seeley decided to rub it in holding out his fist to give Temperance the money but she wouldn't hold out her hand.

"I said my treat." Temperance frowned, her brow furrowed she shook her head filled with misunderstanding. "I said that. Just because I said the price doesn't mean it negates the latter part of the equation. If that was the case in mathematics no principles would work." This made plenty of sense to her, why not Booth?

"Just take it." Seeley retorted, his smile now gone and looking far less triumphant.

"No. It's not negated! You can't negate!" Temperance retaliated, taking a step back and out of Booth's reach.

"I can negate all I want." Seeley, caught up in their 'fight' approached her like a stubborn child on the playground having an argument. He wasn't going to give up. "And you negating my negated isn't helping anything."

"That isn't even phrased correctly." Temperance couldn't help but smile when Seeley reached out and grabbed her side when she bent over so to avoid the touch and failed. It tickled. It tickled her right in the side.

"Oh?" Seeley, in catching Temperance's smile, couldn't help but smile himself. A real smile. She was the only one that had the power to do that to him in times like these. "Negate. Negate. Negate." He repeated with a smile as he tickled her again and again causing her to laugh and squirm.

Temperance in this attack of kind tickles from the muscular agent soon found herself up against the wall but caught up in her fit of laughs. There was so little of this nowadays, especially with Temperance. She rarely ever laughed, let alone while on the job. Her hands raised up to shield herself from the 'assault' and ended up grasping Booth's warm hands with her own cold, slender ones firmly enough to make him stop.

Now he stood toe to toe with the woman, their chests touching as his shoulders rose and fell heavily matching Bones' as they both tried to catch their breath. Smiles still lingered on both their lips, a warmth shared between both of their bodies that Booth felt comforting and nerve wrecking all at the same time. Soon he found his thumbs making little circles on the outsides of Temperance's hands without realizing it. His head bowed he looked down at the pretty anthropologist, one of his best friends in the entire world. His partner.

"You should really give it a chance." He found himself speaking in a soft voice from a dry mouth as he gazed down at the woman with soft, warm, welcoming brown eyes.

Temperance felt the cold air move into her lungs before she spoke. "What?"

"Pie." Seeley's voice was gravely yet heated despite the innocent topic he was talking about, mainly, the pie on his desk.

"I told you before. I find it too sweet." Temperance told him quietly, tilting her head back against the wall as she looked up at him. She felt her heart begin to thud quicker than usual. She blamed it on the recent rush of activity she had just went through. The two of them had just went through.

"Oh. That's right." Booth nodded, his voice still soft as he tilted his head. His hands being lowered in front of him by Temperance's gentle guidance. He could smell her perfume. It was so enticing. "It deserves a chance though..." He offered as his eyes fell on her lips. He had no idea what was possessing him, alright he had some idea, but there was no questioning it now as his face began to fill in the distance between their pairs of lips.

That's when the door swung open, causing Booth to immediately take a step back looking over his shoulder. Temperance did the same, her lips slightly opened from the wonder that she possessed. There was Cam, standing in the doorway. She had snuck up on them, everyone seemed to be able to do that around here.

"Oh." The woman blinked obviously surprised fearing that she had walked in on something that she wasn't supposed to. Seeley and Doctor Brennan? Really? "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you two were busy..." For a moment she almost forgot the exciting news that she had come to deliver. Luckily she grasped it again quickly. "They found Parker."

Seeley's eyes widened first in disbelief as though he couldn't function, like the news hadn't registered.

"He was driven to the county hospital when he stopped a car." Cam continued on, thumbing through her papers as she rattled off the details. "The driver had to leave, his wife was giving birth at another hospital but he left his contact information." Now Seeley was on the move, grabbing his coat as he headed toward the door, Cam continued talking to him. "He's fine. A few cuts and bruises according to the doctor on duty. A bit dehydrated but awake and alert." Now Seeley was heading out the door in a rush which left Cam with the only option but to yell after him, and now Temperance as she seemed to decide on following him.

"Keep your phone on!"