I do not own Bones.
Summary: The timer's ding made her heart skip a beat. She picked up the test and read the results. –Eventual BB.
AN: I have a story idea that, in order to make full sense, needs a prequel. Instead of having a huge long chapter in brief description of what happened, I'm going to write this. So if it isn't all that great, please hang on! I promise I will try my best, but this is purely for my own satisfaction, if it satisfies you then… goody! - But this is just to explain what happened for the next one.
Chapter One
It was one drunken mistake. It was one time. She never meant to drag him into that room, onto her bed, and into her arms. She never meant to share the kisses, touch his body, or whisper his name. It was all one mistake. She never meant to hurt him like that, to stand up and leave him at night, going to her safe place – her work. She never looked him in the eye again, he asked her over and over what was wrong, but all she could answer was nothing. There were no words as to why or why not it wouldn't work. She couldn't answer his phone calls without bursting into tears, or hear his voice without shaking on the inside. She just felt horrible.
Now she stood in the bathroom eight weeks later. She recently discovered herself throwing up in the morning, craving odd foods, and extremely moody. She thought only about one thing, she might be pregnant. She went to the store and bought a home pregnancy test, if it was negative, she would let it blow over, but if it was positive she would make an appointment with a doctor to make it official. Then she would have to break the news to the team and then to him. She would tell him first since it was his baby; he had all the rights to be beside her to tell the team. When the time went off, her heart skipped a beat. Taking a deep breath, she took unsteady steps to the sink and picked up the test. Her green eyes shut tightly she took in another breath, breathing out slowly before reading the results.
Positive.
The day was dark and cloudy. Rain was falling causing a slight chill. The wind was not helping. She wore a black sweater that tightly hugged her slender figure, which soon would be lost in two months. Her confidence has dropped to an all-time low, thinking they could just see the pregnancy radiating from her abdomen; she now wore a trench coat over shoulders, closing it even on warm days. If it was extremely warm she carried a big purse and carried it over her stomach, not one squint ever becoming suspicious. The appointment was this afternoon and she didn't want anyone to know.
Tempe set the temperature in her office to freezing. It wasn't that she liked the cold; it just gave her a good reason to wear her coat all day. Except in the lab, where she wore the blue lab coat the sufficed. But until her belly grows huge and swollen, she will keep the room freezing to hide the small bump that would form. She put the brown leather purse on the coat rack, keeping her coat tightly wrapped around her. The air conditioner was already set and she began by turning on her computer. She was going to work a little bit on her novel before the day begins, Booth might have a case for her.
In a matter of an hour, Booth arrived in his usual black suit. His tie was a dark purple with orange and yellow flames rising from the triangle tip. He came in and shivered when the icy air hit his skin.
"Geez, it's cold in here." He walked over to the air conditioner, reaching for the dial.
"No, don't!" She stood up holding her arm out, her eyes wide in fright.
"What is the matter?" He held his hands up like she was pointing a gun at him. His right hand holding a manila folder.
"I like the cold." She straightened herself up and sat back down in the leather office chair.
He gave her a puzzled look, her glance not leaving him, and sent a charm smile her way. "Whatever you say." He scoffed, taking a seat in a chair across from her on the other side of the desk.
"Do you want anything?" She asked in an irritable tone.
"Yeah." He answered.
"What?" She sighed, dropping her pen down on her desk.
"Body of a seventeen year old boy found in the girls' locker room at Central High School." He said, plopping the folder on her desk.
"Time of death?" She mechanically asked.
"Forensics team said two weeks."
"Two weeks in a school and no one noticed?"
"The gym is an old one, rarely used."
"You would think his teachers would notice him missing, or his parents." She murmured, studying the file.
"It was during spring break, no one went to school." He replied, noticing her agitation. His smile faded to a business strict face.
She nodded her head, "Is the body here?"
"Of course." He clapped his hands, trying to lighten the mood.
Tempe stood up and walked to her lab coat, keeping her front hidden from Booth and exchanging coats. Now she donned the royal blue lab coat that had Brennan in script font on the right breast. She pulled her loose, auburn hair away from her face into a ponytail, her bangs falling back into place over her forehead.
The lab was bustling with bust scientists, running this way and that. Some were in pairs, talking about the latest discoveries of some famous, Nobel Prize candidate. They all looked well informed in business suits and briefcases. Some wearing lab coats who were going on the platform to collect samples for tests. Zack, who was hovering over the body, collecting some samples to hand to an intern, looked up when he heard the acceptance of the card box and Tempe and Booth walking in.
"Any observations?" She asked, pulling on some rubber gloves and standing next to him.
"The victim is approximately 17 years old. Caucasian backgrounds, athletic." Zack mechanically answered, his speedy voice finishing the sentence quickly.
"Time of death?" Booth made a look; he already gave her the answer.
"The FBI Forensics team already stated it was two weeks." Booth said.
"Actually, it's only two days." Zack said in a not-quite tone.
"I just want to be sure. When solving a murder, we can't take shortcuts." Tempe told him, not looking up from the victim, starting to scrape some rotting skin off the cheekbone.
Booth distorted his face in disgust turning away with the manila folder in hand.
"Zack, clean the bones, give this sample to Angela to run some DNA tests; also get Hodgins to identify the particles that are lodged in the cut on his cheek, it may give us the location where he was murdered." She ordered, knowing that she had to prepare herself mentally for her appointment. It was the worst time to have a case; there's too much stress for her. But she needed to handle it like an adult and she couldn't let anyone know of the pregnancy yet; she wasn't ready for anyone to know.
"I'll be back in a few hours." She said, turning on her heels and walking away quickly.
Booth and the squad exchanging puzzled expressions. Booth rolled his eyes and followed her, a simple turn of her cheek to see him chasing after her made her sigh in aggravation. She knew he would want an explanation and she wouldn't give it to him and he'd offer to take her to the doctor and she'd say no and he'd be unsure of her decision. It was always like that; he knew she was independent and wanted for everything to stay between just her and herself, but yet he always tried to get in. It's not so annoying usually, but with her hormones mixing with her emotions, it was just making her angrier and angrier.
Making it into her office and changing jackets – again, Tempe went to her desk and started collecting her possessions. Booth comes in, stops in the door frame, both arms blocking the exit. He watches her suspiciously, locking on to her every movement,
"Where are you going?" He finally asked when she straightened up and began to leave,
"I have an appointment." She simply said, not hinting which doctor.
"Which one?"
"The one you never went to."
"And who is that?"
"The gynecologist." It wasn't a lie.
"Wrong. I went there when Rebecca was pregnant for Parker." He said working a cocky smile.
"What does that have to do with my situation?" Her eyes studied him.
"I never said it had anything to do with your situation, I just said that I have been in a gynecologist office before."
"Yes, but you weren't the patient. You were the patient's guest… unless there is something you're not telling me…" She smiled humorously, teasing him.
"Hey! I am all man, 100. And I can prove it." He smiled as he pretended to unbuckle his pants.
She held her hand up in protest, sliding past him and out the door. "Not today, Booth." She said in fake seductive tone. She walked out of the door and to the parking lot, leaving a laughing Booth still in her office.
The waiting room smelled too clean. The sickening smell of sanitizer stung her nostrils, making her cringe her face. She held her purse on her lap, nervously tugging on the strap and fooling with a stray piece of leather. Her nails dug into the rough texture, getting beneath the fingernail and pinching her skin. She kept glancing around at the people around her. One woman was with her husband, a four year old pulling on her leg. The lady across the room was with a man, both had gold rings on their fingers, both looking happy. Then there was another couple. They didn't look older that twenty five. They weren't married, but the woman was heavily pregnant. Then there was Tempe, a single woman, barely pregnant (if at all) all along sitting in the single chair. The nurse in pink scrubs came and called a name that wasn't her own. Seeing the couple walk through the door made her long for the company of the father. She didn't want to tell him until she knew for sure that she was pregnant; she didn't want him worrying over him for nothing.
Another ten minutes and a different nurse came in. "Temperance Brennan?" She looked up and around the room and when she saw Tempe lift herself up from the seat she made warm, she gave her a tender smile. "Follow me please, Mrs. Brennan."
"It's Doctor Brennan, and I'm not married." Tempe said in annoyance. Following the nurse into the hall, the kind woman led her to an empty room.
"Take a seat and Dr. Barnes will be right with you." She said, holding her hand out to the patient's chair: a bed with a sheet of paper covering it. Stirrups were attached to the lower half of the chair, and the back was lifted for the patient to sit up. Brennan slipped onto the seat, fiddling nervously with the hem of her sweater. The tan trench coat she was wearing laid folded in her lap, covering her stomach. She looked around at the charts showing the anatomy of a pregnant woman, the inside of the womb. Tempe studied, if she was pregnant, that would be inside of her, a real human. Fingers, toes, eyes, and a nose all growing inside of her. When she first read the test, the thought of terminating came across, but now, she couldn't. It was against the law of nature. As a female, she has this natural instinct to immediately bond with the one inside of her.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a middle aged woman entered the room, she must've been the doctor because she wore the white coat. A warm smile spread across her worn face, it had been a long day at the office. A patient got in a fight with her mother after the mother set up an appointment for an abortion, and the enraged daughter ignited a yelling matching that ended up with Dr. Barnes having to call the police for inappropriate conduct in a public place. It really stressed her out, but she remained calm and patient with Temperance throughout the appointment.
"Hello, how are we feeling?" Her bubbly voice filled Tempe's head.
"A little uncomfortable. I'm late this month and my home test was positive and I just want to make sure it's not just unbalanced hormones." Tempe said with a quaky voice, it almost seemed like she had been crying.
"Well, we are going to run a blood test that will determine finally if you are pregnant or if you are not." Br. Barnes said walking to the counter in the back to get a needle to draw some blood.
Tempe brought in a quivering breath, she was nervous that she was truly positive. It would add so much more to the stress level not mentioning telling the father and the co-workers.
"Alright, I'll take some blood and send it to be tested." The doctor did her job, pricking Tempe's finger, drawing a little amount of blood, and then putting the blood on a testing tab, smearing it, and then putting it into a sealed bag. "I'll be back shortly with your results, feel free to take some water." She pointed out in the hall to a little water cooler.
Tempe stood up, straightened her back and walked to the front of the office. She told the receptionist that she'd be back shortly; she needed to make a call. She was going to find the father; it was a good idea to let him know her pregnancy is pending and that he should know what he almost got into. If it was negative, than he dodged a really big bullet, if it was positive, she'd like to have dinner with him for arrangements, maybe figure out a shared custody agreement.
Walking out into the cloudy sky, she wrapped herself tighter into the tan trench coat. Pulling out her cell phone, she dialed his number. Ring one, two, and three reverberated in her ear before he answered.
"Booth." The voice said.
She brought in another quivering breath. "Booth, I need your help."
"What is it Bones? Something wrong?" His voice increased with worry and he automatically went into "knight in shining armor mode".
"I need you to help me find somebody."
"What's his name?"
"His name is Dylan Harris. He – uh… he's an old friend that I would like to get in touch with." She didn't want Booth to know yet. This would hurt him, crush him, and she couldn't do that to her partner, not yet, not until she knew what, for sure, is exactly going on. It pained her to know that after all these years with Booth, she still didn't find him attractive, unlike Angela. She couldn't see herself with him, and although sleeping with a guy she's only known that night isn't the best answer, she just couldn't do that with Booth. She just didn't feel the emotional connection.
Not like she felt it with Dylan. It was just pure sexual attraction, his dark brown hair, his brown eyes, and his strong physique. She felt driven to connect physically with someone like that. There was no emotional strings attached, it was pure sexual urge. It wasn't wrong, Tempe knew that there is always going to be a male whom you feel a sexual attraction to, not emotional. Just like you can love someone on the inside so well, you just love him, but the sex is just really bad. She didn't know Dylan, not his favorite color, music, or food, but she knew his body well enough, his appearance drove her to bring him to her apartment and treat him with a gift that didn't give her the feelings she was supposed to feel. But it wasn't all attraction and urge, alcohol also helped.
"Dylan Harris." Booth must've been writing his name down, because his voice was mumbled and unclear, but Temp could recognize that name from a mile away. "Okay, I'll find him, but why?"
"I just want to talk to him. It may not be a big deal, just a matter to deal with."
"Alright. I'll search for him." Booth knew she was acting suspiciously, for about three weeks now. Maybe this Dylan guy was the source of all of it. If he was harming her in any way, it will be the last thing he does when Booth meets him.
"Thank you. There is no hurry, it's may not even be that big of a deal." She said before hanging up the phone, exchanging soft goodbyes. She walked back into the office and into the patient room in which she was placed. She sat back on the chair giving Dr. Barnes just enough time to come back with the results.
"Are you ready for the results?" She asked, holding the file in her hand.
"Yes." She quickly replied, anxiety not letting her think.
"Ms. Brennan…"
"It's Dr. Brennan."
Dr. Barnes faltered a little. "I'm sorry… Doctor Brennan, the results of your test prove that you are pregnant. Next week we want you to come back for an ultrasound."
Tempe was silent. 'I am pregnant.' She thought. Her eyes widened, blanking out the whole doctor scene and images of her future haunting her thoughts. There she was, in her mind, holding a little child, crying madly. The dream Tempe looked tired, her eyes were red rimmed, her face: washed out. The baby must've been crying forever. Then there was Tempe cleaning up a mess, missing a work day. All the attention that she used to put into work is not put into caring for the baby. The accident baby that was never meant to happen. This feeling tightened in her gut and all she felt like doing now was crying. But to not upset the doctor, she held it together.
"How far along am I?" After a long moment of silence, she asked a question. The doctor had been staring at her for a long time.
"You are closing in on three months now, Dr. Brennan." She smiled.
Tempe nodded her head.
"We'll make the appointment for your ultrasound. Talk to the nurse at the receptionist desk, she'll give you the notification if you give her your information." Dr. Barnes turned around and went to the left of out the door. She tightly held the folder in her hand and talked with the receptionist who kept nodding in agreement.
Tempe walked to the desk.
"Alright, Dr. Brennan, we have an appointment next Thursday for an ultrasound at 1:00." She said, handed Tempe a paper that read her appointment.
"That's okay." She said, accepting the notice. She stuck in carelessly in her leather purse, paid the bill and left. Hopefully, Dylan could be found before that appointment so he can be there for the baby.
Booth had typed in the name Dylan Harris in the database. It processed the name for a while before coming up to a selection of three people with the name Dylan Harris. Opening each file in separate windows, he tried to find the one Bones would associate with. One was a blonde surfer in California, if that was the Dylan Harris she was talking about she must've went on a night time trip to California that she didn't tell Booth about. The second Dylan Harris was from Montana, he owned a ranch in the far south part of it. He was arrested for aggravated rape of a minor and put in jail, still unlikely to have associated with her. Then the last one, he was a teacher at Central High School, the same school that the boy was found dead in. This was the guy she talked to, it had to be. He was near her and didn't have any bad crimes, except as a teenager he was arrested for theft of his neighbor. He returned the stolen item and paid the fine, so it didn't really matter. Booth stared at the photo, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. It was almost a smaller version of him, his height was three inches shorter than Booth, making him 5'8", two inches taller than Bones. What could be the deal with him?
I know, Booth isn't the father and you probably all hate me for it. But like I said this is just an introduction to the real deal which is coming after this story. I just want this to be about her pregnancy. The case will be incorporated into the story, but mainly this is just character issues. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.