(The Party in the Pants)

A/N: This story was the idea of daisesndaffidols and it's definitley AU.

I really don't own Bones.

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"The subject is female, Caucasian between the ages of 25 and 35 . . . she clearly suffered a broken pelvis at around the time of her death . . . numerous signs of old breaks a lot of remodeling . . . she appears to have suffered from a lot of physical abuse for quite awhile." Brennan leaned over the bones laid out on the stainless steel table without touching any of them. When she first began an examination of one of the 'lost ones' in Bones Storage, it was customary for her to lay them out carefully on a table and then observe them.

These particular bones had been found in the Allegheny National Forest in 1981 by a truffle hunter. The McKean county coroner had been unable to identify the victim and when the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal Lab had opened for business, the remains had been sent there in hopes that someday she would be identified and her family given closure. With the bones, the coroner included several small plastic bags of personal effects that had been found with the victim. Most of them had been heavily damaged from exposure to the elements and had provided no clues that could point to the identity of the victim. The coroner had surmised that the victim had been buried in a fairly shallow grave sometime in 1980 and was unearthed by the poor truffle hunter a year later.

While Brennan continued to observe parts of the victim's skeleton, Hodgins was busy with the personal items found with the victim as well as the particulates the Pennsylvania State Police had collected in the grave and surrounding area. The shoes worn by the victim had been cheap leather flats. At one time they had been solid black, but were now a faded deep gray. The grave had also contained a thin silver necklace with a small silver cross attached and a wedding ring. The band of gold was rather plain, but it had value which lead Hodgins to believe that this had not been a robbery gone bad, but a murder. Oddly there had also been a toy soldier in the grave with the woman. It had been found in the pocket of what remained of a pair of navy slacks.

Wendell was the intern assigned that week to help Brennan and he found the victim to be both interesting and tragic. "Murdered and buried in the only national forest in Pennsylvania. Hodgins says there was a toy soldier buried with her."

That piece of information was interesting to Brennan. "She gave birth, so it is possible the toy belonged to her child. That of course is speculation, but still a likely scenario."

It always amused Wendell that his mentor hated conjecture, so when she voiced any theories, she was careful to make sure anyone that heard her knew that it wasn't a fact but speculation. "So a mother, Caucasian, a wedding ring . . . probably married, a silver cross which meant she might have been religious, about 30 years of age, broken bones that were healed and a broken hip and several ribs that weren't. Not enough to ID the body, but it's a start."

"Yes, it's a start." Brennan was through making observations and was now ready to examine the bones. "I see a hairline fracture of the frontal bone . . . I am confident we will be able to add more information including the cause of death."

Wendell picked up the broken pelvis in his gloved hands and began to help in the search of the identity of their poor unfortunate victim. He hoped that they succeeded in finding out who the woman was and perhaps find the murderer as well.

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As part of their search for clues, Wendell was directed by Brennan to remove one of the victim's teeth from her maxilla and use it to determine what isotopes could be found. It was hoped that it would pinpoint where the woman had grown up and it did. She had lived most of her life in the Philadelphia County, Pennsylvania area. This allowed Booth to begin searching missing person's databases for the name of their victim. It didn't take too long to come up with a list and much to Booth's surprise and shock he saw a familiar name on one of the lists.

Checking the data provided by Brennan very carefully, Booth felt a cold chill run down his back and he knew he had to go to the Lab as soon as possible. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

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The entomologist was busy checking the bits of material found with the victim hoping to pinpoint the manufacturer of the clothing when Booth entered his office. "Hodgins, Bones said there was some jewelry found with the victim and a toy. May I see them?"

The look of dread on Booth's face made Hodgins shiver with fear. He didn't know what was going on, but clearly the FBI Agent was upset and that couldn't be good for anyone. "Sure, no problem." Opening a box located on a table near his desk, Hodgins handed Booth three small plastic bags containing the articles the agent wanted to see.

His throat felt tight as he took the bags. Booth was afraid to look at what was in his hand, but he didn't really have a choice. He had to make sure. Carefully, he looked at the gold ring, the silver necklace and finally he examined the toy soldier. Feeling ill, Booth handed the bags back to Hodgins and stared at them while Hodgins fidgeted in front of him. Unable to say anything, the agent abruptly turned on his heels and marched out of the entomologist's office, down the hallway and out of the Lab.

Not sure what had happened, Hodgins raced out of his office and down the hall to Brennan's office. Finding her there, he told her what had transpired in his office, hoping she'd know what was going on.

His worse fears had been confirmed and Booth felt numb. For 32 years he had wondered where she was, but he had never actively searched for her. She had run away and he had assumed she didn't want to be found. That time in his life was a messy blur to Booth and he rarely thought about it, but when he did, he remembered his father had told him that after he had taken his wife to the hospital she had stayed for a few weeks to recover and then disappeared from the hospital. She had run away because she didn't want to be a mother and wife anymore. Marianne Booth had run away because she didn't love her family anymore.

It had been a lie. Now he knew what had really happened. His father had probably murdered his mother, buried her on the other side of the state and claimed she had run away. How was he supposed to accept that? How could he wrap his head around the horror of his discovery? He truly was an orphan and he had been since his father had died.

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After Hodgins had left her office, Brennan sat down at her desk and made a list of the facts about the victim she was working on and it dawned on her that if Booth had run what they had in missing person's databases he might have found someone listed that he knew. With that in mind, Brennan had Angela run the data through the same databases that Booth had access to and once it was compiled they both read the lists. One name glaringly popped out of the list and Brennan knew why Booth was so upset.

She tried numerous times to call Booth, but each call ended up in Voice Mail. After leaving two messages, she stopped leaving messages and called every fifteen minutes. Once an hour had passed and still no word from Booth, Brennan told Cam that she had to leave. Cam was just as concerned as Brennan was and offered to help search for him, but Brennan declined. Not sure where to look, she started at the Hoover. Not finding him in the building, she drove home and eventually found him sitting in the back yard on the patio.

Closing the back door behind her, Brennan moved across the patio and sat down next to Booth. "I know Booth and I'm sorry for your loss."

His mind far away, Booth wasn't aware that he had company. The thoughts that stormed through his mind were dark and terrible. He remembered the night his mother disappeared from his life, but until now he had never questioned what he had seen.

His father had come home drunk and after taking his shoes off at the door he had staggered over to the stairs only to feel sharp pain lance through his left foot. Outraged, he had leaned over and found a toy soldier under his foot. Furious the man had charged up the stairs, threw open his son's bedroom door and roared in anger about the toy soldier. Booth remembered being snatched from his bed and his father hitting him over and over. His mother had charged into the room and grabbed her son from her drunken husband, probably saving his life.

Edwin had screamed at his wife and threw the toy soldier at her. She had put Booth down on the floor, picked up the toy and had told him to run and hide. The boy had fled down the stairs and hid in the kitchen closet. Soon he had heard his father come down the stairs pulling his mother with him. Terrified he had heard his father threaten to kill him and his mother screaming that Edwin had to leave her son alone. Booth had stood in the closet his small body shaking.

Apparently his father had thought his son was in the basement, opened the door and shoved Marianne down the stairs to get their son. Something had happened and Booth had heard her scream. The noises made him believe that she had fallen down the stairs. Horrified he had left the closet and stood at the top of the stairs as he watched his father lean over his mother to check on her. Marianne's screams still rang in his ears. She had been in a lot of pain and Edwin carried her back upstairs into the kitchen. Spying his oldest son, he had told Booth to watch over Jared and that he was taking Marianne to the hospital. The sight of her being carried out into the driveway, her moans accenting every step Edwin made was the last memories he had of his mother.

"Booth." Brennan could see that Booth was in shock. How he had got home was beyond her, but he had and she was afraid for him. Leaving her chair, she placed her arms around him and heard him suddenly start to cry. It was the saddest thing she had ever heard and she hoped she would never hear it again.

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