Eh, I don't know exactly when/why this popped into my head, but I just wanted to get it out there. I'm not sure where I'm taking it, if I'll cover just the most important [my favorite :P] episodes or what. I know that the episodes I do choose to cover will each be in one story. This story is for the Pilot, and there will be 12 chapters, one for each scene. I'm not a meticulous updater, but please bear with me…And enjoy :) !

"Ugh, we're late..." Angela rushed towards the arrivals display. "This board is broken," She exclaimed after a moment of puzzled examination. Looking around, she repeated, "The arrivals board is not working!"

The artist shifted the sleeping girl in her arms and turned around, frantic. "Did anybody meet the flight from Guatemala? Aviateca Airlines? What gate?"

"Hmm," A sleepy yawn sounded out from the child resting on her shoulder, and Angela turned to find the little girl awake and rubbing her eyes.

"Mama?"

"Sorry sweetie," Angela sighed. "Still me."

"Down," The girl requested. "I can walk, Aunt Angie," She mumbled, still sleepy.

"Of course you can," Angela chuckled, setting her down. "Stay close, okay?"

"Excuse me," She walked towards customer service. "You have a computer glitch at the arrivals board."

The skinny man behind the counter didn't take his eyes away from the computer.

"Hello! Sir, excuse me, yoo-hoo!"

He held up his index finger, drawing a sigh from the anxious woman. "Great. Mikey, give me your other hand and look over there," She turned the girl so that she was facing away from the counter, then opened her top in a quick gesture.

The young man looked up, startled, his full attention now on Angela. "Yeah, hi." She nodded impatiently. "The flight from Guatemala?"

She whirled around when she felt Mikey rip her hand away, running towards something behind them.

"Mikey, get back – Sweetie!"

Brennan grinned, her hands full of luggage and five-year-old. "Tell me you tried excuse me first," She said, rolling her eyes.

"Mama, she did, she did," Mikey said excitedly. "The man was being rude, he ignored us and wouldn't say where you was!"

"Where you were, Michaela. But you're right, he does sound extremely impolite."

"Welcome home," Angela interrupted, excited at seeing her friend, "Are you exhausted? Was Guatemala awful? Was it horribly backward?"

"And yet I was never reduced to flashing my boobs for information," She chuckled.

"Ooh, flash them for any fun reasons?"

Mikey giggled and buried her head in her mother's neck. "Mama, Aunt Ange is being not appropriate like you said."

"Inappropriate," Brennan corrected. "And yes, she is. You should tell her that."

"Aunt Ange," The girl lifted her head and looked at Angela, her face serious. "Mama doesn't like it when you're inappropriate."

"Oh, doesn't she? I think she just doesn't want to answer the question so she's using your adorable face as an excuse to change the subject."

"Mama," Mikey looked back at her mom. "Aunt Ange thinks you're changing the subject."

Brennan rolled her eyes. "I was literally neck-deep in a mass grave. Not romantic."

"You know," Angela huffed. "Diving headfirst in a pit of cadavers is no way to handle a messy break-up."

"Angela, nothing Pete and I ever did was messy."

"Then you were not doing the right things," The artist smirked.

Brennan frowned and paused. "Here, take her for a bit," She shifted her daughter over to Angela and spun around and nearly collided with a burly, suit-dressed man. "Sir, why are you following us?" She demanded.

The man grabbed her arm, but she sidestepped him swiftly and brought him down to the floor with some well-placed kicks.

Mikey was shrieking, close to tears, while Angela backed away and yelled for help. "Attack! Security, hello? Who runs this airport? Kick his ass, sweetie!"

"Police!" A cadre of men arrived, all aiming their guns at Brennan. "Step back now!"

"He attacked me!" She yelled indignantly, raising her arms.

"I'm Homeland Security!" He shouted, still on the ground.

"Oh…" Angela grimaced. "A-a little misunderstanding here."

"You can put away your guns," Brennan said quickly, noting the frightened look on her daughter's face.

The men complied, only to have the Homeland Security agent yell at them in annoyance, "What, is she in charge now? No, I'll tell you when you can lower your weapons!" He stood up and faced Brennan. "Hand over the bag."

"Oh, is that what this is about?" She shrugged and reached down to get her shoulder bag, then passed it over to him.

He unzipped it without preamble, and was shocked to find a graying, decomposed human skull staring back at him.

"Boo," Brennan teased, earning an amused grin from Angela and a startled jolt from the agent, who dropped the bag to the ground.

"Careful with that," She admonished as one of the officers cuffed her. "It's thousands of years old and very fragile."

"Mama," Mikey moaned tearfully, wriggling in Angela's arms and reaching for Brennan. "I wanna go home."

"I'm sorry," She stepped towards the girl and lowered her head to kiss her cheek, frustrated at not being able to raise her arms now that they were in handcuffs. "I can't go with you, Michaela. I have to stay here a while to sort this out, okay? Then I promise I'll come home."

"Our home?"

"Yes, our home. The apartment, I promise," Brennan repeated. "I'll try to be very quick, alright? You go to Angela's place now, and I'll pick you up later today and we'll go home."

"Just me and you?"

"Yeah Mick, just us," She kissed the little girl's cheek again then turned to Angela. "I'm sorry, Ange."

"It's no problem, sweetie," Angela glared at the agent. "It's not your fault. We'll be waiting for you at my place, okay?"

"Yes, okay. Thank you."

An hour later, Brennan was sitting in an unfamiliar car heading somewhere that was most definitely not Angela's, listening to FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth ramble about a body found at a cemetery.

"If you drive one more block," She said, exasperated. "I'm screaming 'kidnap' out the window. I can't work right now."

Her phone rang, interrupting his answer.

"Hello?"

"Mama, it's been an hour. Where are you?" A sobby voice questioned.

Brennan's face fell. "I already left the airport, Mick. I'm going home, I promise, okay? Don't cry."

Booth snickered, but grew serious again when Brennan shot him an angry, aggressive glare.

"You promised before," Mikey said, sniffling. "How long?"

"Fifteen minutes. We'll go home, just the two of us, okay? Like you asked."

"Aunt Angie's asking who you're with."

"It doesn't matter who I'm with," She glowered at the driver.

"Okay," Mikey whispered. "Bye, mama."

"Bye, Mickey. I'll be home soon."

"Boyfriend?" Booth questioned after she hung up.

"It's none of your business. Pull over."

"Sounds like a bit of a sissy. 'Don't cry'," He smirked.

"Mick," Brennan repeated angrily. "Is my daughter, Michaela. I hadn't seen her in two months. She came to get me at the airport but I couldn't go with her because of the stunt you pulled. Now let me out. You can find some other forensic anthropologist to help you. Try Montreal."

"Look, I'm sorry," Booth said. "I didn't know you had a daughter…Before, you never mentioned-"

"Yes, because it's none of your business. Now pull over."

"No, no, I'll drop you off. Where is it?"

Brennan hesitated. He's just being nice so that you'll help him on the case. But then her mind replayed the teary voice begging her to come home. "Fine," She conceded, then told him the address.

"So how old is she?" He asked after a long stretch of silence.

"Five."

"She staying with her dad?"

"No. She's staying with my friend Angela."

"Oh. You know, I have a kid too. Parker," He smiled. "He's four."

"Hmm," Brennan nodded absently.

A while later he was pulling up beside Angela's building and getting out to help Brennan with her luggage.

"Agent Booth, I have one bag. I can carry it by myself, thank you."

"I know, I know," He took it anyway. "Just, being a gentleman."

She glared at him. "I don't want you to come up."

"Why? I wanna meet your little girl," Booth grinned.

"I'm sure she's hardly interesting company to an FBI Agent. And you're hardly interesting company to her. Give me my bag," She held out her hand.

"Come on, Brennan. Just let me be polite, alright? Geez."

The anthropologist rolled her eyes then marched into the building and up the stairs without sparing him a second glance. A minute later they were waiting outside Angela's apartment.

The door was thrown open and a small dark-haired person flew outside, hugging Brennan's legs fiercely.

The woman chuckled and reached down to pull Mikey into her arms. "Were you making your Aunt Angie wait by the door?"

"No," Mike answered guiltily.

Brennan raised her eyebrow. "Yes," The little girl nodded, sighing. "I wanted to know when you got here!"

She looked back at Angela, who was staring at something to Brennan's right. Mikey followed her look and spotted the tall man standing beside her mother. "Mama," She mumbled, turning away and burying her face into Brennan's neck. "You said just us."

"It is just us," Brennan glared at Booth for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. "Agent Booth here was just leaving."

"Why is he here?"

"He wanted to bring my bag up for me."

"Why? Does he think you can't carry it?" She turned to face Booth. "She can carry it."

"Oh, I believe you," He chuckled. "I just wanted to do something nice."

"Hmm," Mikey nodded. "Thank you," She nudged Brennan's shoulder. "Mama, say thank you."

"Thank you, Booth," Brennan said grudgingly.

"Goodbye now. You can go after you say you're welcome," Mikey continued.

Booth looked a little taken aback, but Brennan and Angela just smirked. "Uh, okay. Well, you're welcome. And…Well, no. I can't say goodbye yet. I need to talk to your mom."

"Ugh," Brennan shook her head. "I knew it."

"Come on, Brennan, please. I need you on this. What's it going to take?"

She thought for a moment. "Full participation in the case."

"Fine."

"Not just lab work," Brennan clarified. "Everything."

"What, do you want to spit in my hand? We're Scully and Mulder."

"I don't…Know what that means."

Booth rolled his eyes. "It means I accept. I'll call you tomorrow? After tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow. At…After lunch," She turned to Angela. "Ange, can you call Zack and inform him that Agent Booth will be picking him up to assist with a recovery?"

"Yeah, you got it. Just go now, sweetie. The two of you."

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