A thick layer of sunray spotlighted dust floats in the dense air as Brennan wipes off the label of the flattened plastic bag she had hidden in the back of her Freshman year science book, Fuzzy Logic written by McNeill and Freiberger. Brennan has always been a clean and well kept person, but this is one bag she thought she would never open again. The snap of surgical gloves has become a customary noise to her, as has the safety net they seem to represent. The quietness of her empty apartment and the reverberation of the plastic do not manage to distract Brennan from her fixed concentration - hardly anything ever does. The label's paper surface is scratched and the sharpie is smudged a bit, but it still clearly reads "For Future Reference – September 8th, 1995". For sixteen years, the objects in this bag have not been touched nor seen. Even the science book cracks while she opens it as if its spine is like the back of a sixty-two year old stretching before the intake of his morning coffee. Careful not to disturb the contents in the bag, she slowly opens the seal and reaches for a folded envelope.

From the outside of her locked door, a man's voice carries over into her living room, "Hey, Bones! It's me! I've got a great idea!"

The one thing that breaks her focus is his voice. Leaving the plastic bag and the book on the edge of her coffee table, Brennan rises from her seat, straightens out her blouse, and quickly scuffles towards the door.

"One second, Booth!"

The routine peephole check (which has become increasingly significant over the last six years) reveals an ear to ear grin on a wide-eyed Booth. She is forced to squeak out a quick leer in his direction, but as she opens the passageway she takes complete control of her feelings. Brennan's facial expressions now resemble those of a retired Naval Officer – straight and cold, yet somehow thoughtful.

For a woman whose public affections are normally kept tucked away, worry always tends to find its way into her life. With Booth's sudden surprise visit and anxious tone, this seems like the most relevant time for such a reaction.

"What's going on, Booth?" The muscles in Brennan's eyebrows cause them to shift closer together – thus, creating the legendary 'squint look'.

"First, I need to say 'Hello'."

"But, you already did that a few seconds ago. Are you getting amnesia, Booth? You know, studies by the groups of highest ranking neurologists in the world have shown that when a person's number of age increases, they are more likely to fail to recall sensory and recollection derived ideas that are momentarily stored in the temporal lobe. It is a process called 'endocytosis'... it aids in the depletion of short-term memory. Maybe I should examine you to be entirely positive that your brain is processing correctly. You may have some lingering complications from your coma."

Booth gives her a little smirk. "Bones... I meant that I need to say 'Hello' to our baby boy." Kneeling in front of her, he gently places his hands on Brennan's belly bump and mumbles some incoherent words which, to Brennan, seem quite unnatural.

"Or girl..." Brennan adds. Soaking in the moment feels nice, but murder cases, especially ones involving deceased military soldiers, cannot wait forever. Booth always makes sure that the soldiers and their families receive the respect they deserve. "Booth, what's the great idea you've thought of?"

"I was thinking... well..."

"Go on, Booth. You can tell me."

"I was thinking about how we should tell everyone about... about us and our little Bones Jr."

Brennan pauses to regain her thoughts. She had previously had the notion that Booth had come up with a theory for the possible social implications of Mrs. Westbrook in the murder of her husband, Army Lieutenant Anthony Westbrook. They had been working the case for a few days now and every piece of evidence was pointing to Megan Westbrook - the DNA on Anthony's bloody clothes found in the storage component of her trunk (which she thought was well hidden) matching her brother Taylor, Megan being the last person to see Anthony alive, the phony alibi of her visiting a cousin in the next state over which did not fully check out, and the overwhelming sight of worry lines just across the center of her forehead during the first interrogation. Sweets was sure to point out that the lines had been there since day one. So, why is Booth not trying to find and bring her into custody, or come up with some reason to do so?

All of the investigative work aside, Brennan secretly wonders why Booth would bring up the subject of telling other people their news when they don't even have all of the many complex factors sorted themselves. Parenting is a difficult and challenging task, and after all, she has by no means done anything remotely similar to raising a child before. But, instead of dwelling on her not-yet-mature expressive thoughts, Brennan chooses to do something she has never done before; she has decided to completely trust in a man, and that man is Seeley Booth.

"Om... what ... what's your plan of execution?"

"Whoa, Bones. You sound like I'm the one going to jail for murder here and not that soap opera army wife we're trying to find."

"I'm sorry, Booth. I don't know what that means. I was just wondering how you were planning to tell everyone. That's all."

"No, no, no. You know me, Bones. I was just kidding. It was a joke."

The subtle smile on Brennan's face reassures Booth that the awkward situation is resolved, but something keeps nagging at him. Something just isn't right, and he knows it. Still, he continues on. Booth has known her long enough to know that whatever is bothering Brennan will be explained in her own time.

"Well, there's this FBI... government... party type thing this weekend. I'm supposed to be getting some kind of fancy award for bringing in Broadsky, and I want you and all of the squints to be there. It'll be nice. We're all like family... well, we are a family now."

While taking a few seconds to reflect on the idea, Brennan works out the pros and cons like a well oiled thought machine. The pros include the making of the official announcement of their expectance and, since it's only Wednesday, the timing would also allow for her and Booth to talk about other things before the party. On the other hand, the idea of such a public declaration scares her. Sure, blatant and truthful statements are what she does best, but this is about a baby – their baby. And, shouldn't Angela and Max know before anyone else? She is Brennan's best friend and he is her father. What about Parker and the rest of Booth's relatives? Shouldn't they know? Nonetheless, if Brennan sticks with this plan then maybe it will help her overcome some of her lingering emotional fears, and she must keep in mind that there are still a few days left for her to talk with Booth if things do not seem to pan out the way she thinks they should.

"Okay. Let's go along with that plan, but I anticipate that we will have private discussions between ourselves before the announcement." Brennan pauses to take in a breath of fresh air. "We don't even know what we are, Booth. What are we... really?"

Her puzzled face explains it all. This is what was troubling Booth earlier. He understands Brennan a lot better than she is capable of imagining right now, but one day they will be on the same page... he hopes.

"Bones, I don't know what we are, but we are. We are together. We will be the most incredible lovers, friends, partners, and parents that anyone has ever seen. We're unstoppable... like gravity."

"That is the most scientifically appropriate thing you've ever said, Booth. Because, you know... gravity actually is ultimately incessant. It holds our bodies against the terrain due to the Earth's rotation and the gravitational force..."

"It keeps us from floating away into the Milky Way, Bones."

A beaming Brennan reaches up to embrace the hug awaiting her. Just as she leans on the strength of his beating chest, she whispers in Booth's ear, "It's also the most satisfying thing anyone has ever told me."

Next chapter hint: Before finding new evidence in the following chapter, and based on your speculations so far, who do you suppose is the killer? There is still much more for our squints to examine under their microscopes. For a little bonus, when does the audience ever catch Brennan daydreaming? Click on the next chapter to find out.

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