Brennan looked behind her as she sped around the corner. Her pursuer was still on her tail, and was beginning to catch up. She cursed under her breath and began to accelerate, trying desperately to get some distance between herself and the one chasing her. Why did this have to happen when Booth wasn't with her? How come she had to be chased down when he wasn't with her?

Again, she glanced back. Her pursuer was right behind her, so close, the bumpers of the vehicles were almost touching.

"Damn it," she murmured and tried to speed up again. It was no use. The car behind her held the pace, and if she sped up anymore, she'd crash heading round a corner. She sped around another corner, and looked at the other driver. There was a glint in his eye as he kept pace. He was enjoying this! He was enjoying trying to run her off the road. Well, this would call for drastic measures.

Temperance swerved, hoping to throw off the other driver, but he was just too good. She let out a frustrated cry and tried to swerve in the other direction. There had to be something she could do to distance herself from the other driver. Again she cursed under her breath. What she could use was some guidance right about now.

At that moment, her cell phone rang. She debated about the safety of answering the phone versus losing control, but she needed help, and this might be the only way to get it. After racing around a corner, she dug the phone from her pocket and held it to her ear with her shoulder. She wasn't going to risk taking her hands off the wheel and more than necessary.

"Brennan."

"Bones, what's going on?"

"I can't shake him, Booth! He's right behind me!"

"You can't shake him? What are you talking about?"

"He's going to get me! How do I get away? I've tried everything, but he just stays right on my tail."

"Okay, first, you need to calm down, getting worked up isn't going to help you any."

"All right, I can calm down. Now what?"

"Now, I suggest you just slow down, and let Parker win. I knew that letting you go cart race against him was a bad idea."

"But it's a race! I can't just let him win!"

"Bones, he's five. You most definitely are not, now let the kid win. It'll boost his self-esteem." Temperance sighed into the phone and took the next turn on the track much slower. As Parker whipped by in his go-cart, he was laughing hysterically. Tempe looked to the bleachers that lined the track, frowning at Booth as she whipped by.

"There, I hope you're happy."

"Oh, I am, but I promise to make it up to you for you being such a good sport and letting my son win."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"How do you think?" A million inappropriate thoughts ran through Tempe's mind in a nano-second, long enough for her to not pay attention to the track. As a wall fast approached, she shrieked and whipped the steering wheel around, narrowly missing a head on collision. "Easy there, Bones, and get your mind out of the gutter. I simply meant that we could go to the shooting range for a little competition of our own."

"You only want me there because you love it when I can handle what you're packing. Booth? Hello?" With a shrug, Brennan put her phone away. After all, she still had a race to finish.