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The closure that Booth always wanted with his father but never got. This story would be mostly true to canon, except the part where Booth's father is still alive. Set not too long after Season 11's The Brother in the Basement.

Booth fell backwards, collapsing onto the bed, Brennan falling on top of him. He stared at the ceiling, panting, trying to catch his breath. He could feel Brennan who was lying on top of him, do the same. His mind was still trying to come to terms with the waves of pleasure his body had just experienced. Much like one would after finishing an extremely decadent and delicious dessert, only this was so much better than dessert. He would never tired of making love to her, not in this lifetime. The room was silent, save for the sounds of their heavy breathing. After some time of both staring wordlessly at their ceiling, Brennan spoke.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Booth breathed. "That was… I have no words."

"That was very pleasurable indeed."

"I'm just glad we didn't wake the kids. You were pretty loud."

"You've just been cleared by your surgeon to resume intercourse. I've missed this."

"On you have no idea how much I've missed this." He moved a hand to play with her hair that was splayed out across his chest. "So waking you up early was worth it huh?"

"Yes. Though we have to be up soon."

"My bones feel like jelly right now so I don't think I can get up."

"It is impossible for your bones to feel gelatinous."

"You sure about that? I'm pretty sure that after what we just did, my Bones feels like jelly right now."

Brennan laughed at his play of words. "I am feeling very sated now, to the point where I have no desire to move."

Brennan's phone chose that moment to ring. Booth groaned, this time, in contrast to moments ago, in annoyance. Brennan rolled onto her side, reaching for the side table, she answered her phone. Booth not yet willing to lose contact with her body, rolled onto his side too. He propped himself up on an elbow, then proceeded to press soft kisses to Brennan's bare shoulder.

"I can be at the lab in an hour." Brennan said to whoever the caller was.

Booth knew there was only one person who would call this early.

"It's too early to call Camille!" He complained loudly into the phone, just before Brennan hung up.

"Cam says to quit complaining." Brennan said as she rolled onto her back, smiling up at Booth.

"So dead body?" He asked, using a finger to trace a line from her neck down to the valley of her breasts.

"Yes. A body washed up from the Potomac. They're bringing it to the lab now."

"We have time for one more round."

"If we make it quick." Brennan replied, already feeling her body ready itself for another round of sex with her husband. She cupped the back of Booth's head pulling him down towards her.

Before their lips met, Hank's cries came over the baby monitor. Sighing, Booth rested his forehead against hers.

"I got this. You should get ready for work."

Brennan brushed her lips briefly against his. "We can continue this tonight."

…

"Female, Caucasian, in her late fifties. Pelvis indicates she's never given birth." Jessica Warren informed her mentor and Cam who were on the forensic platform with her.

"I'll take the clothing when you guys are done." Hodgins said as he jogged up the platform.

"There's evidence of remodelling on the bones, some dating back to two or three months ago." Brennan stated her findings.

"So she's either a thrill-seeking dare devil or what's more likely… a victim of some sort of domestic abuse, judging from the placement of the remodelled fractures." Jessica concluded.

"Yes." Brennan sighed, already knowing that once these facts where made known to her husband, they would take a toll on him. Cases like this always did.

"She had knee replacement surgery done before." Cam stated. "The serial number could help us ID our victim."

"That'll make our job easier." Jessica said. "Save Angela some work on facial reconstruction."

"Although we still need to ascertain cause of death." Brennan noted.

"I'll check for presence of diatoms. See if she drowned." Cam nodded, as if reading Brennan's mind.

…

"We've got an ID on the body from the Potomac." Booth informed Aubrey who had just entered his office, a box of donuts in hand.

"Fifty-eight-year-old Rita Myers. Single. No known next-of-kin." Booth continued as he read from the email he had just received from Cam.

"Got an address?"

"Yeah. Figured we could go to her place, maybe we can find someone who knew her." Booth glanced at Aubrey who was taking a large bite out of his jelly donut. "If you can bare to part with your donuts, you can come with me."

"Yeah, let's go." Aubrey replied, grabbing a chocolate donut as he stood to follow Booth.

An hour later, Booth and Aubrey were standing outside Rita Myers' apartment.

"So Rita lived here by herself?"

"Yes," The apartment super, an bespectacled man named Brian replied.

"She have any family?"

"Not that I know of. She had a boyfriend though. He came by sometimes."

Booth had read Brennan's preliminary findings and knew that there was a suspicion of abuse. He knew Rita's boyfriend would be a person of interest in her death.

"Do you know his name?" Aubrey asked.

"No." Brian replied. "He didn't come round much. She spent more time at his place. When he did come round, neighbors would complain about them arguing."

More alarm bells started ringing in Booth's head.

"Know where we can find him?"

Brian shrugged. "Sorry. Don't know. Rita worked at a diner by Fifth and Lake Avenue. Maybe they know."

"Thanks." Aubrey nodded as Brian unlocked Rita's door, leaving Booth and Aubrey to search her apartment.

The Agents entered. The apartment was a mess, empty beer cans and bottles of scotch lay strewn over the coffee table and kitchen counter, along with a stack of unpaid bills. The smell of liquor was unmistakably in the air.

"Looks like she drank." Booth verbalised his thoughts.

"Yeah." Aubrey pulled on a pair of latex gloves then scanned through her mail. "She wasn't in the habit of paying her bills ." He regarded the messy apartment, "Hard to tell if there're signs of a struggle with all this mess."

"I don't think she was killed here but we should get the squints out here, maybe they'd find something. In the meantime, we should find this boyfriend of hers."

"Think he has something to do with it?"

"Maybe. Probably."

"I'm glad she works at a diner, cause I'm getting hungry."

Booth shook his head in amusement. His partner's appetite still never ceased to amaze and confound him.

…

Booth and Aubrey managed to find out where Rita's boyfriend lived from the head chef at the diner. The address led them to a run down single-storey house about half-an-hour's drive from the diner where Rita worked. The general appearance of the neighbourhood was in disarray. It was apparent that most of the people who lived there did not bother about upkeep of their residence. An elderly woman smoking a cigarette while standing at her gate watched Booth and Aubrey with disdain.

"What a charming neighbourhood." Aubrey remarked, noting the broken fences and streetlights.

"Yeah not the best part of town to be living in," Booth agreed as he pushed open the squeaky front gate and walked along the short path towards the house. "This guy didn't care about how the outside of his house looked like." He stopped, glancing over his back. "Stay sharp Aubrey, people here probably hate cops."

Aubrey nodded, following closely behind. "Think he's home?"

"Only one way to find out." Booth knocked on the door. With no reply, he knocked harder, then stepped back waiting. Beside him he could feel Aubrey tense up as if preparing for trouble. He didn't blame his partner, he himself felt on edge.

"This time of day, maybe the boyfriend's at work."

"Hopefully not." Booth replied, knocking again.

The two men heard shuffling behind the door, then the lock turned and minutes later the door opened. An older man, with greying hair stared back angrily at them. He was clad only in pyjama pants and it appeared as if he had hastily threw on his robe. It would seem as if Booth and Aubrey had interrupted his afternoon nap. The man pushed open the screen door, stepping outside.

"Yeah? Whaddaya want?" The man growled in a gruff voice, not bothering to mask his annoyance.

Booth stared at the man, hardly daring to blink. He wondered if he was hallucinating. Could it be him? Conditioned by his childhood, he felt a wave of fear course through him but that was quickly replaced by hatred that simmered beneath an intense anger.

The man's eyes darted from Booth to Aubrey. Wondering why Booth wasn't making any introductions, Aubrey waited. After a moment of awkward silence, he decided he should speak up. "FBI Special Agent Aubrey."

He flashed his badge. "This is my partner SAC Booth. We're here because of Rita Myers. You know her?"

"Rita? Yeah I know her. What about?"

The man stared at Booth, a tiny slither of recognition in his eyes. "Did you say Agent Booth?"

"Uh yeah." Aubrey glanced over at Booth who seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move. It wasn't like his partner at all.

"Booth you okay?" Aubrey whispered.

As if Aubrey's words broke a spell, Booth reacted in an instant. He whipped out his handcuffs and grabbed the older man roughly by the shoulder, shoving him against the door with more force than necessary.

"Not so tough now are you?" Booth growled. "You're under arrest for the murder of Rita Myers."

Booth then cuffed the man behind his back, yanking him back and turning him towards the street.

"Booth?! What the hell man? Why are you arresting him? Does he have some outstanding warrant or something?" Aubrey asked as he hurried after Booth who was marching the man along the path that led to the gate, as if driven by a vengeance.

Booth didn't reply. And to Aubrey's surprise, the man that Booth had arrested did not protest either. Simply allowed Booth to pull him toward the entrance of the gate. Aubrey knew Booth had a temper that got the better of him at times, and he also knew cases like this, where there was a suspicion of domestic abuse, had the propensity to get under his skin.

"Do you know this man? What's going on?" Aubrey asked, hurrying after his partner.

Arriving at the SUV parked along the street, Booth opened the back door, shoving the man in then slamming the door shut. He pressed a hand against the car, breathing heavily, his head hung low as if trying to catch his breath after a run. He visibly inhaled, composing himself. Another deep breath later, he turned to face Aubrey, his face set in a mask of anger.

Aubrey glanced at the man inside the car who had an equally angry look on his face. It was unlike Booth to react this way, even with a suspect. He glanced back at Booth.

"What's going?"

"That's…" Booth started as if out of breath, "… that's… my Dad."

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