Bones, It Was A Mistake

A Somewhat Wonderful Day

(A.N. Sorry I took so long to update! Writer's block hit me like a truck!)

Marc took Brennan to Jessie's. Jessie's restaurant was sworn to be the best in all of Alabama. On the way there, Marc couldn't stop thinking about Jaime, whom now uses the identity 'Andy.'

Marc had always blamed himself for Jaime's kidnapping and Brennan knew that. She refused to bring up Jaime. She didn't talk about him with Marc, Angela, or even Booth!

When they arrived at Jessie's, they walked through the door and heard a man yell, "Welcome to-" they looked at him. The man was African-American and had gages. He was bald and didn't have any noticeable facial hair. He had a very beautiful smile. The type of smile that was very welcoming. A smile that made you smile, you know?

"Well, I'll be damned!" he exclaimed as he ran over to Brennan and hugged her.

"Hey, Jessie," Brennan said with a smile as she hugged him.

They pulled away from each other and sat down at a table together.

"What brings you back, Tempe?" Jessie asked.

"Well... umm... some shit went down in DC," Brennan said quietly.

Brennan didn't elaborate on what happened and Jessie didn't push it. Brennan, Marc, and Jessie ended up talking for hours.

Meanwhile, Booth and Angela arrived in Castle.

"Well, shit," Angela said after Booth explained everything. Their first stop in Castle was the local diner because a) Booth was extremely hungry and b) they had no clue as to where Marc lived.

Angela and Booth walked in. There were only two tables with people at them. One table sat a lovely elderly couple and the other was where Brennan, Marc, and Jessie sat. Booth quietly grabbed a chair and pulled it up beside Brennan.

"So when were you going to tell me?" Booth askef in a low, gravely voice.

Brennan jumped. She had no clue as to what to say.

"Tell you what, Booth?" she asked, her voice colder than usual.

"You should go," Marc snarled, glaring at Booth.

"Why didn't you tell me that you're pregnant?" Booth asked.

Brennan shrugged, "You care more about Hannah than me. Why did-"

"I never once cared more about her than you. I love you, Bones. If I cared more about Hannah, I would be looking for her right now. I wouldn't have been drinking my life away. Trust me, I love you, Bones. Come home to me."

Marc stood up and punched Booth in the face. He was pissed.

Then again, who wouldn't be pissed in this situation?

Booth stood up and punched back. They began to brawl. Jessie tried to break it up, but there was no use.

Brennan stood up and said loudly, "Stop it! Both of you!"

No one paid her any attention. Angela decided to take measures into her own hands. She pulled a gun out of her purse and cocked it. She pointed the gun up and shot the ceiling.

The bang from the gun startled everyone. The fighting stopped and everyone stared at Angela.

"Everyone needs to sit the fuck down!" Angela growled.

Everyone did as she commanded. Angela smiled then sat down.

Angela looked at each one of them, studying them. Marc seemed tense. Like he was hiding something.

"Bren, I love you a lot, but you're not the reason we're here," Angela lied.

"Then wh-"

"Baby Jaime. We're here to try and find him. The police report was sloppy. We just want to see if there is anything we can do," Angela said sympathetically.

Booth looked at her, wondering what was going on. Then he looked around the table. He also noticed Marc was tense.

Now, it was worse. Marc was leaning away from the table. As if trying to put distance between him and everyone else.

Angela then asked, "Marc, you gambled, right? Maybe with the wrong people?"

Marc's eyes widened and Angela sighed, "Who were you gambling with?"

Marc shrugged, "I don't remember. It was 2002. How am I supposed to remember every guy I gamble with?"

"Gamblers remember who they screw over," Booth said coldly, "The people you screw over aren't usually the kind of guys that like to forgive or forget."

Brennan became furious. She looked at Marc and asked, "Who took our son?"

He sighed. He knew when he had been beat. Marc stared at his hands as he said, "Bandit Owens."

Booth was shocked. He asked, "As in the child sex trafficker?"