What Happens Here...

By InuYashaBaby1

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. There, I said it.

AN: OMG! People like this story! Yeah! Whoot! I appreciate this, really I do. *tearing up*... So Bones and Booth are in a bit of a predicament, aren't they? (lol)

Chapter 2: Couldn't Have Done It

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The Chicken Nuggets

"Bones-what's that smell?" Booth asked as he walked into 'our' kitchen. I was tossing blackened blobs into the trash. First day living here with Booth.

"The chicken Nuggets you asked for," I replied, flicking the last one into the trash. "I burned them."

"But Bones, you're a great cook-how did you burn them?"

"I fell asleep."

"You fell asleep?"

"Yes, my mind temporarily shut down." I hissed, turning to him.

"Jeez-I guess Parker and I can go out to dinner." He said, plopping himself into a kitchen chair.

"I have to get back to the lab anyway."

"Fine, see you later." He shrugged. I shook my head, and turned to the door. I stopped, and turned back to his smiling face.

"You obnoxious fiend." I scowled. He hadn't gone back to get my car yet, and he was picking up Parker in his car.

"Ah, well." He paused, thinking, then added. "Come with Parker and I."

"I couldn't possibly intrude." I gasped.

"Intrude. He loves his Aunty Bones."

"Fine. He better not call me Mommy Bones, though." What was meant to be a joke turned Booth's face into a sad depleted lump. (AN-I love that word...)

"He and Rebecca don't know about this." He turned his face to the wall. "I don't think they ever will." The ferocity in his voice startled me.

"Alright, Booth. I'm sorry." I sat next to him quietly.

"Nah, it's alright. I'm just afraid that Rebecca might take Parker away from me."

"Now, why would she do that, you're a fantastic dad." I complimented.

"Thanks Bones."

"It's one of the many things you excel at, Booth." I smiled. We walked towards the door.

My phone wrung.

"Brennan," I answered.

"Dr. Brennan?" Wendell Bray asked.

"Yes."

"I found some lacerations on the bone, as if the victim was whipped repeatedly."

"Whipped?"

"Yeah. Could be S&M."

"What?"

"Slave and Master, you know."

"Oh right." I nodded. "Anything else?"

"Nope."

"Alright, goodbye." I hung up with Wendell, and turned to Booth who was calling someone on is cell phone. "What?" I asked while grabbing my purse. Angela always commented on how conservative it was, it was just a plain old brown thing.

"I have to cancel dinner with Parker, we found Jessie-she's alive."

"Who?"

"The girl, the threatened girl." Booth sighed angrily, and pressed the number 2 on his cellular. I heard a high pitched voice answer. "Hey Rebecca." He said, leaning on the door. More high pitched words. "I can't have dinner with Parker, there's a huge break in this case, and..." Rebecca's voice interrupted him, and he nodded. "Thank you. Okay-I'll talk to you later."

"What did she say?" I asked as he opened the door and I stepped outside.

"She said Parker would be disappointed, but she'll let me have dinner with him tomorrow night instead."He smiled lightly, and I smiled back.

"That's good."

"Yeah." He agreed.

The Brown House

"Hello, Mrs. Spence," Booth said to the older woman standing in front of us. Her hair was shoulder length, her roots were graying. Her eyes were youthful, but looked decidedly sad.

"Agent Booth, it's good to meet you." The woman nodded, letting us in. She looked blankly at me, her eyes wide with admiration. "Are you...Dr. Temperance Brennan?"

"Why yes, I am." I nodded.

"My daughter admires you greatly. She wants to be a forensic anthropologist when she's older, ever since she was 3 she's dreamt of becoming one."

"Really? It's unorthodox to-" Booth shoved me in the arm, as I was about to finish with 'holding onto dreams that long.

"We would like to speak to Jessica." Booth said.

"She hasn't talked ever since she heard about Michael dying. She loved him so much. They were dating."

"Michael's father didn't seem to know that." I added.

"Well, he was the only one. Mike tried to tell him-but he just wouldn't listen." She paused, then added: "She might just talk knowing you're here. Make yourself comfortable." She walked out of the room and up the stairs. Booth and I sat down on a worn, but comfortable sofa. A girl came into the room. She was wearing long, multi-colored pj pants, a tee-shirt that said "You can't scare me-I'm a Forensic Anthropologist." Her blonde hair was tangled and messy, as if she had been rolling around. There were dark circles under her eyes. Mascara lines were running down her face, and her lower lip was quivering.

"Hello." She choked out, and her eyes widened when she looked at me. "Dr. Temperance Brennan?"

"Hello," I greeted, forcing out a smile.

"So, his remains were that bad, huh?" She smiled weakly. "I enjoyed all of your books. The writing was really good- and the cases were interesting. Of course, the writer herself is the world's best forensic anthropologist, so how could I expect anything less." She sat down in a chair across from me.

"Thank you."

"So, could I talk to you about Michael?" Booth asked.

"Sure." She shrugged.

"Were you two a couple?" Booth asked, placing a small Digital Recorder on the coffee table between us.

"Yeah, we had been dating for about a year."

"If you had been dating so long, why hadn't his father known?"

"We didn't talk about it a lot, especially not with his dad. My close friends, my parents knew, the football team knew, but every time Mike would try to tell his dad, his dad would totally change the subject."

"Were you two...sexually involved?" Booth asked, she blushed.

"Uhhh...I guess, yeah." She tucked one of the many loose strands of hair behind her ear. "We had sex, lots of sex. He was a jock. He was respectful in that he waited. It was about 6 months after we started dating that we actually did it for the first time. I had had boyfriends, but I was still a virgin. \"

"I hate to ask you this, but were you his only partner?" Booth asked kindly.

"Was I the only one he had sex with? Yeah. That whore Nina was obsessed with him, though. She kept jumping all over him, even when I was around. I heard she has Herpes, so I would know if he was, you know, sleeping with her." She chuckled a bit. "Besides, Mike wasn't the cheating type. He told me everyday how much he loved me, and..." She paused, pulling out a locket. "He gave me this. It was his mothers. She passed, and...well, read the engraving." She inched towards us, pulling off a necklace on an oversized chain. She handed the locket to me, and I opened it. On the inside, inscribed in neat cursive letters was 'Forever my Love'. She started crying. It wasn't the obnoxious type of crying, it was the type that just leaked from a person's face like a leaky faucet, the type that just wouldn't stop dripping.

"There's something she isn't telling you," Mrs. Spence scolded. "She's pregnant." Jessie moaned.

"You know, in the world of birth control and-" I started to say, but she interrupted me.

"It happened quite strangely, I assure you." Jessica said, wiping away the tears and suddenly looking serious. "I was on birth control, and we used condoms, but it just so happened that I had walking pneumonia, so I was on antibiotics and the condom broke. Bad luck, huh?" She shrugged.

"Wait-what does antibiotics have to do with anything?" Booth asked.

"Well," The clearly intelligent girl before us answered before I could. "If a woman is on birth control, the antibiotics interfere with the birth control effectiveness by about 1 percent. The chances are-"

"Really, really slim." I finished. "That's really quite unfortunate."

"Do you think that Mike had any enemies?" I asked.

"Mike? Enemies?" She scoffed. "Never. He's like-a saint." She laughed at that, as if it were some type of joke.

"Did you two engage in any...different ways of intercourse?" Booth struggled out.

"What do you mean different? Like threesomes? I'm not into that kind of thing." She shrugged.

"No-I mean like dominance, that kinda stuff." Booth said awkwardly.

"S&M? No, I don't dig that either."

"There goes that theory." I rolled my eyes.

"What theory?" She asked curiously.

"We're not allowed to share any details on the case with you."

"Oh, alright." Jess sighed reluctantly.

"Now, the FBI is going to take you in until this whole matter is set out."

"Matter? Can't I just stay with Dr. Brennan? The chances are very slim that I'll keep my scholarship to Harvard. So, I guess I'll learn more from her than..."

"Sure," I said without thinking.

"Sure?" Booth ground his teeth protectively. "This girl is a suspect!"

"I'm a suspect?" The girl asked innocently, in a high pitched manner. "I couldn't have done it."

"I haven't even told you when the date was you needed an alibi for." Booth said quietly.

"I mean it's unlikely I could physically do it." Jess explained.

"Why not?" I probed.

"I have preeclampsia." She said dryly.

"Oh." I sighed. Poor girl.

"So, high blood pressure right?"

"Yeah, I can hardly walk, let alone lift a gun or knife over my head." She ran her hand through her hair. "I have an increase risk for miscarriage, so the news didn't go over with baby." She smiled brightly, as if the fetus was her one light. Her eyes glittered at the bare mention of a child. How could someone love something so much?

"You should get packed, everything you'll need for a couple of days. " Booth added, smiling weakly.

"Oh," She said looking at me. "We were in a band together."

"A band?" I questioned.

"Yeah, me, him, Dylan and Jamie." She turned to leave, balancing on her mother for support. "I was vocals and keyboard, Mike was guitar, Dylan was drums and Jamie was base guitar."

"Looks like we got some more band nerds on our hands." I nodded, proud of my street knowledge.

"Band geeks, bones." Booth shook his head. "Band Geeks."

I was disappointed, but I was a quick learner. I'd figure it out someday.

Guitars

"We practice in Dylan's garage." Jess said, pointing to a blue house on the corner. "That's it." She opened her car door as soon as the black SUV pulled to a stop. A short boy with shoulder length hair came out of the garage. He was not very good looking, he had a big nose, but he had an appealing air. A taller, thinner boy with a 5 o'clock shadow walked out. He had a nose ring, and I winced for a second.

"Hey, 7-11." Jess said, I assumed to the tall boy, but was surprised when the shortie smiled at her.

"Hey Jess," He said.

"Hey, Jessie." The tall one said, his voice cracking on the 'e' in Jessie.

"Hey Jamie."

"So, you here for practice?" The boy I assumed to be Dylan asked.

"No, I can't." Jessie's eyes filled with disdain. "It wouldn't be the same without Mickey,"

"Yeah, I know." Jamie sighed, running his hand through his oily hair. "So, who are these guys?"

"This is Dr. Temperance Brennan and Special Agent Seely Booth." Jess completed confidently.

"Ah, you workin' for the FBI?" Dylan asked, rocking back and forth on his muddy converse.

"Yes." I nodded as Booth drifted towards the garage, leaving me alone to interrogate the kids. "What did you know about Michael?"

"Ah, man. We loved Mike." Jamie explained. I directed Jessica to a lawn chair situated conveniently near. "He was the best guitar player for yards around. He had no enemies. I'd say his biggest feature was his-awesomeness. I remember, this one time, Jessie went over to share the mike with him, and he made out with her on stage, during the guitar solo! It was flawless."

"Uh-huh." I accepted, looking towards Jess who was blushing. "What's the name of this band?" I asked, not out of concern for the case, but for amusement.

"Nun of Habit." Jessie said.

"Ah, So-" I was about to question more when I heard guitar playing from the garage. I wondered if Booth had turned on the radio. "We'll have to continue this line of questioning later." I said, walking with purpose to the garage. What I saw shocked me, although it probably shouldn't have.

Booth had taken off his suit jacket, which was now draped over the drum kit. His tie was loosened and his sleeves were rolled up. The guitar he was holding-a Les Paul-seemed to melt under his fingers as he played it. He was playing guitar! The notes were flurried, and had a edge to him as he played every cord. The boys beside me were in a mumble of Omigawds and wows, but I was just speechless. Just speechless. He looked up at me, and his talented fingers stopped.

"You play the guitar?" I asked, astonished.

"Yup." He smiled, straitening his 'cocky' belt.

"Dude, you wanna join our band?" Dylan asked, his pupils dialated.

"Are you high?" Jessie asked him.

" Higher than high," He replied, his grin reaching his ears.

"Where did you get your drugs from?" Booth asked, putting down the beautiful guitar.

"Hahaha, drugs?" Jamie asked. "What drugs?"

"just some pot," Dylan said Jamie looked shock, but Jessie remained composed. "I got it from some kid named Roy-he's the local dealer. Grows it himself."

"Roy Baker?" Jessie said quietly.

"Yeah," Dylan replied.

"What?" Booth turned to Jess, leaning on the amplifier.

"I had a restraining order against him." She replied.

End Chapter 2

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AN: Sorry it took so long! Love you all! Keep reviewing! Mntlloner101, you are awesome! (she probably won't read this...so...) shipporinKIMS11, you're awesome Emmy, and of course, the great SilenceX, I couldn't do this without your Zach Addy obsessions and your restraining orders, 'baby'! LOL! This chapter was more about the case, but next chapter there will be more BXB fluffiness. Promise.