Update! Sorry it's so late but after my final I went out wit my guy friend then 2 my other friend's house and I JUST got home. But, hey, better late than never, huh? Enjoy!

Chapter Eight: Almost

"Michelle!" Camille scolded her daughter for her rudeness.

Michelle flinched. "Sorry, mother. That was very rude of me." She turned to Temperance and curtsied. "Hello, sir. May I ask your name?"

Temperance smiled at the young girl, remembering when she had been so innocent. "Yes, you may." She said. "My name is lady Temperance Brennan."

Michelle furrowed her brow at Temperance. "Lady?"

Temperance nodded, taking off her hat, and shaking what little hair she had left, making Michelle even more confused. She turned to her mother for an answer.

"Temperance is a fugitive, baby." She said, and Michelle immediately understood.

"Another one?" she asked. "Wait? Brennan? Like Matthew and Christine?"

Camille nodded. "She's their daughter."

Michelle gave Temperance a wide smile. "I see it now! You have your mother's eyes and your father's nose!

Temperance laughed. "I've been told that before. I hope it's a good thing."

Michelle nodded, her big brown eyes solemn. "It is. You're very pretty."

"It's true." Booth said, smiling shyly. Temperance instantly blushed, and looked down. Booth did the same.

Camille noticed the awkwardness between the two and broke the silence by looking at the clock and exclaiming, "Oh my, look at the time! Michelle, baby, it's time for bed."

"But, mommy!" Michelle whined, stomping her foot. "I'm not tired!"

"Oh, I think you are." Camille said, shooing her daughter through one of three doors on one wall. "You always get cranky when you're getting ready to fall asleep."

"Mo-om!" Michelle whined again, but didn't fight it as her mother pushed her into her room and shut the door behind them, leaving Temperance and Booth in the main room, alone together.

There was a couple of moments of awkward silence before Temperance spoke. "Do-do you think we'll find my parents?" she asked.

Booth looked up. "What? Oh, yeah, yes, I think we will. They can't be too far now. They were able to send a few letters that arrived within days of being written, so I'd say they can't be more than 30 miles from here, in one of their secret hideaways."

"One of them? How many do they have?" Temperance asked.

"Dozens, I'd say. It makes it easier for them to hide, you know?" Temperance nodded. "They'll be back, though. They always come back, no matter what."

"How can you possibly know that?" Temperance asked, taking a seat on one of the couches in the sitting area.

"Because," Booth said, "I don't think- no, I know that they wouldn't leave you. Who could?"

Temperance looked over to see that Booth was now sitting next to her on the couch. She looked instantly at his eyes to see if his words were sincere, which was usually not the case when she talked to men. Most men told her things just to court her, and she usually see the insincerity of their words in their eyes, but not this time.

All Temperance could see in Booth's eyes were the sincerity of his words, and something else. Something that she seemed to be drawn to. She felt and could see her face getting closer to his, and she felt her eyes begin to close and her lips parting, but before either of them could close the tiny distance between their lips, they were interrupted by Cam's voice.

"Um, am I interrupting something?" Cam asked, from behind the couch.

Booth immediately stood up, almost falling flat on his face in the process, earning a tiny giggle from Temperance, and a chuckle from Cam, and stammered. "No, ahem, nothing."

Temperance looked up at him, and felt as if she were about to cry, not exactly knowing the reason why. She had known this man for all of six hours, at the most, and yet she felt the need to cry because he said that them almost kissing was nothing? What was up with that?

She shook her head, and stood up, making sure to look away from Booth, and focus on Camille. "So," she said, "what's the plan?"

Sorry for that little teaser, but I want to incorporate that sexual tension early, you know? Please REVIEW!