A/N: I know, I know I haven't updated in ages and I hope you can forgive me. Nothing annoys me more than really liking a story and then finding that the author doesn't update regularly so I can guess how you guys are feeling. University does kind of take over your life though. In a good way but still... I hope you enjoy this addition. I'll try and update soon. I have ideas though so... that's a start. Hope you guys aren't mad at me, enjoy the update!


Chapter Six - Something Different

"The park?" Booth couldn't disguise his surprise. "Why?"

"Why ever not?" Brennan looked pleased with her decision. In fact, now that she had made the decision, she was practically glowing with excitement. She swapped her shoes for some that would be more appropriate for their day. Booth meanwhile was still suspicious. Whatever could the great Dr Temperance Brennan want at the park?

"Come on, Booth." She beckoned from the door whilst he stood in the middle of the room, the same perplexed look on his face. He looked up again.

"The park?" Booth could not work out for the life of him why she would want to go there of all places. It just seemed... so unlike her. But then, he thought again, you never can tell with her.

"Yes. Let's go." She was champing at the bit.

"What? Now?" Booth looked down at his bare chest and loose-fitting pyjama bottoms. He glanced up to see the not particularly amused face of Dr Temperance Brennan frowning back.

"I was hoping to leave fairly promptly. Preferably soon." She looked at his attire. "You'll be wanting to put on more clothes I presume." She folded her arms.

"You presume?" Booth asked incredulously. There was a modest pause.

"Should I take that as a yes?"

"Yes you should take that as a yes! Sheesh Bones!" He picked up a pile of clothing and stalked to the bathroom shutting the door with force. When he returned, fully dressed as Ryan Miller, Brennan was sitting on the sofa studying a point on the floor about two feet in front of her. She didn't look up when he entered but he could tell that she'd seen him arrive. He walked across the room and sat next to her in silence. They were there for what seemed like ages before Brennan spoke, still not looking up.

"Do you think that if I were someone else, someone else's daughter, people would prefer to be around me?" Booth looked up in surprise and put his arm around her shoulders before replying.

"Hey there Bones, where did this come from?"

"I was just..." she rubbed her forehead. "I used to enjoy going to the park, sitting on the swings, having picnics... but ever since..." She looked up, "My parents left, I've never really... enjoyed it the same. I've never had someone with which I feel I could enjoy it—You look perplexed."

Booth shook his head with a sigh. "No Bones, I understand perfectly. What I don't understand is why you think people don't like being around you. I love being around you. And what has that to do with who your parents are?"

"They are criminals, Booth—"

"But you aren't. Temperance," He put a hand under her chin, bringing her face round to look at him. "Is that what you were worried about? No one thinks any less of you because of your parents and certainly not me." He pulled her into a tight hug. "Come on, you and I are going to the park." He lifted her to her feet and gave her the coat that she had slung over the arm of the sofa.

"But—" She started.

"No buts, Brennan." He took the coat from her idle hands and helped her into it before leading her to the door.

As it turned out, going to the park had been an excellent idea. They sat, side by side on a pretty park bench in an idyllically perfect place. They were, in all intents and purposes a perfect couple in love. Bones couldn't remember the last time she had been so relaxed, her hand loosely clasped in Booth's, purely for appearances obviously. She couldn't help but feel a flush of happiness when he began to rub her hand with his thumb without realising. But this wasn't why it was such a good idea. No, what convinced the pair that they had made the right decision was the appearance of one of their case's key witnesses.

"Booth! Hey, Booth! Wake up!" She nudged him sharply in the sides, breaking his trance.

"Jeez Bones, I'm awake and anyway, Katherine, aren't you forgetting something?" he answered but was completely ignored. She was instead focused on a young woman who looked around 22 years old who was chasing a two year old round the play area.

"That's her Boo—Ryan. That's her. Amanda Morris. She was friends with Cecelia. Come on let's go talk to her!" She all but leapt to her feet and the only thing that stopped her running straight over, was Booth's hand on the back of her jacket.

"Woah! Where d'you think you're going? What do you think you're going to say? 'Oh, hello, I'm Katherine Miller and I'm a teacher, would you like to tell me about your best friend who was murdered?' Well? You are a stranger. She will not want to talk to you."

"But I can be very—" Brennan started.

"No." He pulled her back down on to the seat beside him. This needs to be done carefully and needs to be well planned. We can't just go over there, we need a reason to talk to her."

Brennan looked at him and grinned. "I have just the idea." Booth didn't know why he was suddenly so apprehensive but knowing Bones, it was probably completely justified. Who knew what went through her mind?