Bones was visibly shaking. She was siting as far away from me on the couch as possible. Sweet's raised his eyebrows but never said anything. That was a week ago. Bones was "fine" now. She really wasn't though. She never talked to anyone unless it was truley neccasarry. She still showed up for work. She still went every where with me. She just never talked. It was kinda scary. Okay. It was really scary.
"Hey Cam, have you seen Bones?"
"No." Cam looked sad.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm just worried about Dr. Brennan."
"Arn't we all?"
"Well yeah, I guess..." I walked away. Bones wasn't in her office. Wasn't in Angela's office. As I walked by the bathroom I heard someone...throwing up? Cam and Brennan were the only ones here. Obviously it was Bones. My Bones. Is she okay? She walked out of the bathroom and almost ran into me.
"Oooh Booth. Sorry. I didn't see you there."
"It's fine, Bones. You hungry?"
"Um, no actully." I knew she wouldn't be. I had to ask though.
"Do you need a ride home?"
"No. I'm going to stay here awhile longer."
"Can I stay with you?"
"I suppose." She walked away to examine her one of her dead body cases. It was so silent. Once again, she wouldn't say anything unless I asked her a direct question. At eleven we finally went home.
"Good night, Bones." She had tears in her eyes when she answered.
"Good night, Booth. Thanks for the ride." She softly closed the door and walked up the steps slowly. Why was she crying? The next morning she was worse. She wouldn't talk to me at all.
"Hey Bones." No answer.
"What's wrong?" No answer.
"Bones, please talk to me." Nothing. I was worried.
"Bones. If you don't tell me what's wrong. I'm going to have to call someone to help you." Again tears filled her eyes.
"Promise not to tell anyone?" She whispered.
"I promise."
"I- I was-" She broke of mid-sentence and just started sobbing. I pulled her for a hug. What could really be wrong with Bones? Why couldn't she tell me? I pushed for the story. Even though she was crying. I needed details.
"You were what, Bones?"
"I was walking home one day a- and someone r-r-raped me."
"What?" I couldn't beilive I heard her right. No wonder she wouldn't be around me. She was scared of men.
"Look, Bones, you know I would never hurt you." She didn't say anything, but she started crying harder. What should I do with her?
"Booth, That's not even everything."
"What more is there, Bones?"
"I'm kinda, sorta, pregnant." I chocked on air.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry." She cried, into my shoulder. There was no way Bones was pregnant. No way. Unless it was my baby... Which it wasn't.