I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.

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Over an hour later, they made it into the bedroom, laughing at the spontaneity of the situation. Booth pulled her close to him in the bed.

"Can I feel her kick now?"

"Yes, just let me lie still for a few minutes."

She lay down and he placed his hand on her abdomen. Within five minutes, he felt her kick for the first time.

"I felt her."

She turned to look at him, and saw tears in his eyes. He leaned over and kissed her abdomen.

"Hello, baby girl, I love you."

She kicked again.

"She knows my voice."

"Booth, I highly doubt she knows who you are, but studies have shown that babies recognize their parent's voices immediately after birth,"

"So if I talk to her she will know me?"

"Yes."

"I never realized how much I missed with Parker. This is unbelievable."

He lay down keeping his hand on her bump. The baby became more active, as they relaxed. They both fell asleep marveling at the life that was growing inside her.

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They awoke and packed for their first night alone. They had slept separately that one night when they each went to a different place, but this time it was consensual.

Booth left first thing in the morning after dropping her off at the lab. He made Hodgins promise not to let her out of his sight.

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He looked over at the Agent Shaw wishing she were Bones. That was her seat. He wasn't even out of the city and he missed her. He knew he wouldn't sleep well tonight. He turned on the radio hoping to distract himself.

"Agent Booth, how long have you been at the FBI?"

"Almost thirteen years."

"Wow, and have you worked with Dr. Brennan that long?"

"No, I met Bones, eight years ago. I was stuck on a case, and I asked her for advice. She was a great help, and we solved it."

"Bones?"

"Sorry, Dr. Brennan. I've always called her Bones. She hated it at first."

"So you have worked cases together for eight years? That's a long time."

"Well, we took a year off after that first case. We kinda had a fight."

"So, you didn't always get along?"

He laughed remembering when she slapped him across the face.

"No, we fought quite frequently at first."

That's hard to believe, you're so close now."

"It took us seven years to get to where we are now."

They were both quiet for a while. Booth thought about those early days when he first met Bones. She was so stubborn and difficult to work with, but he never wanted to give up. He knew that she was meant for him, and he was glad she finally realized it.

As Agent Shaw sat in the passenger seat next to the legendary Agent Booth, she thought about all the things she could learn from him. She looked over at him and saw a sad smile on his face. It was almost melancholy; she thought that he was probably thinking of her.

They arrived at the house a little after one, and as they parked near the curb, he looked at her.

"Have you ever done this Agent Shaw?"

"No, sir."

"It may be difficult, but try not to get too emotional. It doesn't help the family if we can't control ourselves. Bones says to think of something else, and try to distract yourself from the situation. I tend to recite sports stats in my head; Bones names all the bones of the body. We had a squint who recited all the digits of pi. Whatever works for you. If you find it to be too much you can excuse yourself and wait in the car."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir."

She was terrified, but didn't want him to know. She thought about her family, and how she would feel if someone knocked on her door, and then realized that, that was the opposite of what she was supposed to do. She cleared her mind, and thought of the periodic table. She had to memorize it in ninth grade, and once she got it, she never forgot it. It would help her stay awake on those long drives to Maine to visit her family.

Booth knocked on the door.

"Mr. White, I am Agent Booth, and this is Agent Shaw, we're from the FBI, may we speak to you?"

"Yes, please come in."

He sat down in the nearest chair putting his head in his hands.

"This is about Jacqueline isn't it?"

Booth could see a deep sadness in his eyes. He knew.

"Yes, we found her body at the Jeffersonian Monday morning."

"Is she dead?" a tear ran down his face.

"Yes, sir, we are sorry for your loss."

"I knew she was dead. She would never leave Emily."

"Emily?" asked Agent Shaw.

"Yes, our daughter."

Just then, a little girl with dark hair and bright blue eyes ran into the room. As she saw the agents, she ran to her father. He tried to control himself.

"Emily, can you say hello?"

"Hello."

"Hello, Emily. I like your name." Agent Shaw answered.

"It's my grandma's name. She lives in California."

"Wow, that's far away."

"Yes, we have to take a plane."

"Emily, why don't you go play in your room, so we can talk?"

"Yes, Daddy."

She walked out of the room. He looked at Booth.

"What happened?"

"She was murdered."

"Was it that serial killer?"

"Yes."

"Why haven't you caught him yet? There have been so many murders, and no one can get him? I remember you from the news; you're in charge of the case. What happened? Why didn't you catch him?"

He began to cry.

Booth was having a hard time keeping it together. Agent Shaw spoke first.

"Mr. White, I'm sorry for your loss. We are doing everything we can to apprehend this murderer. We are very close at this point to making an arrest." Agent Shaw took his hands in hers.

Booth resumed the questions. "Mr. White, can I ask you a few questions?"

"Yes, if you think it will help."

"How did your wife disappear?"

"She was driving home from work on Friday night, and her car got stuck. The daycare center called me to pick up Emily, because she never showed up. The police found her car on the side of the road, but she was nowhere near it. How did she get to the Jeffersonian?"

"We think the murderer put her body there."

"That's so far. Why didn't anyone catch him?"

"We don't know sir. We are trying to piece together the events of that night. Did anything strange happen lately? Did she say she was being followed? Did she complain about anybody at work?"

"No, she didn't tell me anything. Do you think he was following her?"

"Yes, we believe he follows them, before taking them."

"So, she could have seen him?"

"It's possible, but wouldn't she tell you if she was being followed?"

"Maybe, she was very independent. She always said she could take care of herself. I guess not huh?"

He started to cry again.

"I'm sorry; this is just difficult for me."

"We are done, Mr. White. Would you like me to contact anyone for you?"

"No, I'm going to call my church, they have been praying for us. Thank you Agent Booth."

"No need, can I give you my number, in case you remember anything?"

"Yes, sure."

They stood up to leave. As they were walking out the door, he stopped them.

"Could he have done something to her car?"

They turned and looked at him.

"What?"

"Her car, the garage where I had it towed said something was wrong with the fuel line. The car was only a year old. Bob couldn't understand what happened."

Booth looked at him, "Where's the car now?"

"Still at the garage, he has to order a part. I didn't see the hurry, since she wasn't here."

"Can we see it?"

"Yes, sure, here's the address. Do you need directions?"

"No, I have GPS, but thank you again."

"Do you think it will help?"

"Maybe."

Agent Shaw stopped.

"Can I ask you one more thing?"

"Yes."

"Where did she work?"

"At an accounting firm in town. Why?"

"Do you know the name?"

"Yes, Thompson and Sons. Is this important?"

"I don't know. We'll contact you if we find anything. I'm very sorry, Mr. White."

"Thank-you. Goodbye."

They left. When they got to the SUV, Booth turned to her.

"What was that about?"

"I thought that maybe the parking lot may have cameras, or someone from her work could have seen him. If he did tamper with the car, it would take some time. Maybe we could find a witness."

"Excellent, well let's get to work."

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