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Seeley sped towards the diner, barely noticing the other cars.

"Flip on the siren, why don't you. It'll keep everyone safe." I was clinging to the seat for dear life. He was looking at me as if to say "really?"

"JESUS, SEELEY, WATCH THE ROAD!" I was scared to death. And they sat women are awful drivers.

"Jay, you shouldn't say 'Jesus' unless you're praying."

"Thank you, Parker. I know you're right." Seeley chuckled as he let his lead foot off the gas a little. Not much, not under the speed limit, but it was better than the three billion miles an hour he was flying at before. He flipped on his blinker and pulled into the diner. Parker's sweet face came up over the console, looking at his dad.

"Breakfast?" he said, his voice anxious and excited. Seeley got out and quickly came around to open my door. I was surprised. No one had ever opened a car door and helped me out before. He stretched his hand out to me with a sweet smile on his face as he helped me down.

"Yeah," he said, responding to Parker's question, then giving credit to all due parties: "It was Jay's idea." Parker leapt out and gave me a big hug around my waist.

"Dad, I like her." I giggled lightly as Seeley intertwined our fingers.

"Me too, kid." I looked down, letting my hair fall in my face as I blushed bright red. Parker let go of me and ran inside, staking out his favorite table. Seeley and I sauntered in after him.

"Wow," Seeley said as I glanced up at him, "You are so beautiful embarrassed." My already rose face got exponentially darker. Just before we stepped through the door, he backed me into the wall and kissed me. My embarrassment disappeared momentarily, then swelled as I remembered we were on a public street corner. I gently pushed him back with my hands on his chest, but his lips stayed secure against mine. I laughed through his kiss.

"Jeeze, Seeley, it's like you've never kissed before."

"I'm offended," his said jokingly, holding my close, his arms around me.

"I meant," I amended, "That you can't keep your hands off me," I said, with a tone of voice suggesting I didn't mind at all. A man tried to squeeze past us. A muttered "'scuse me," was responded to by Seeley with such a man's response: "Sorry, man, but can you blame me?" he struck like a cobra to kiss me again, quickly but softly, but I was faster, turning my head so his sweet lips simply, sweetly brushed my residually pink cheek. I twisted out of his arms in the same motion and skipped into the Diner. I took the seat across from Parker and ran a hand through my silky straight hair.

"You look just like your dad," I told Parker with a smile.

"Yeah. He's my dad. You had better not make his so sad like Hannah did. That wouldn't be cool and I'd be mad at you. And it would take you like six breakfasts to make up for it," he told me and I smiled. The world is so beautiful and simple through the eyes of a child. I could pay for breaking his own father's heart with six breakfasts at this crappy old diner.

"Okay. I promise." I ignored the part about Hannah. I didn't know anything, but it must have really cut Seeley deep if Parker knew about it. Seeley took the seat next to Parker, sweetly bumping his feet with mine. After a minute or two of looking over the menu, a woman's voice sounded above all the other little diner sounds: the quiet early morning chatter, the clinking of silverware, the screeching of chairs as people stood to use the bathroom or leave.

"No, Angela, if the pelvis is narrower, it's male."

"What if it was just a really skinny little girl?"

"Prepubescent?"

"A child, you mean? No, um, slim. Small in stature."

"Bones?" Seeley said loudly, as if interjecting in the conversation, asking if they were really talking about dead people as we were eating.

"Booth!" the first woman, the one who knew her bones, exclaimed in recognition.

"Booth," the second girl, Angela, said in a coo, nearly.

"Bones, Ang, what's up? Do we have a case? No one called me."

"No, no case," said Angela, a tall, very beautiful, woman with an Asian influence in her features, but spoke with a voice free of accent.

"It's a man," the first woman began, shooting a glance at Angela, "from the early to mid-fifteen hundreds."

"Oh," Seeley said, now completely uninterested. The first woman, the bone lady, was beautiful in a cold sense. There was no love in her eyes, they looked to be clouded with too much logic, not enough faith.

"Jay, this is Dr. Brennan from the Jeffersonian, she's a forensic anthropologist—"

"The best forensic anthropologist," she said, not joking or smiling, but serious as I had gathered she was ninety eight percent of the time. Seeley then continued:

"Which means she works with bones. This is Angela Montenegro, she does facial reconstruction for identification and makes graphics and stuff." I smiled cordially at them, very uncomfortable. "Bones, Ang, this is Jay." Dr. Brennan ignored m completely.

"Hi, Parker," she said with a smile.

"Hey, Bones." Parker said, still very focused on the dog he was drawing on a napkin with a pen his father had given him. He called her Bones, just like his dad.

"Parker, come on, kid, Dt. Brennan, please. Try to be respectful," Seeley scolded. Angela sat on the stool by the counter, facing us, and Dr. Brennan did the same.

"So you guys are like together, huh?" Angela said, gesturing at me and Seeley.

"Well, it's only our second date…" Angela turned to me.

"Booth is very loved. We will all, at the Jeffersonian, act out the perfect murder on you. Dr. Brennan's got it the whole thing planned out."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said with a gulp.

"The squint squad is something to fear," Seeley said, clearly trying to make a joke.

"We are," Dr. Brennan said matter-of-factly, "Zack Addy was a squint and he ate somebody. "

I shot a frightened look at Seeley. "Did he really?"

"Yeah, but he was a little out there." He gestured his hand and whistled like something was moving farther away.

"Zack Addy was a genius," Dr. Brennan defended, offense in her voice.

"He was creepy, Bones."

"Brilliant, Booth. He was the brightest grad student I've ever had the pleasure to know." I stayed very quiet while the conversation existed around me. Before long, my food was placed in front of me: two buttermilk pancakes, hash browns, and two pieces of bacon. It was the biggest breakfast I'd had in a long time; I usually just had half a grapefruit and water or a sliced apple and peanut butter. Lots of fruit. I didn't want to get fat; I wanted to hang on to my college-volleyball body as long as I could.

I looked up at Seeley, examining his strikingly handsome face. His eye met mine. He placed his fork beside his plate and draped his hand sweetly over mine.

Day two—I was smitten.