I Love Kol Miakelson and FictionWriter91 Productions present: The Ghost in the Baby. Now, the credit for the original idea goes to I Love Kol Miakelson. Together, we've created this brand new story for you, our readers. We apologize in advance for the heartache this chapter is going to stir in you, and we hope you don't give up reading it right away because we have lots planned! So, without further ado, here is The Ghost in the Baby. Please enjoy.

Brennan stood in a confused daze. The FBI agent in front of her was making no sense, no sense at all. The hospital staff were whirling around her, doing their jobs as usual. Machines were going off, and patients were calling out in pain, but Brennan felt like she was suddenly stuck in a time warp where every noise blended together and sounded as if it was in slow motion. The agent's mouth was still moving.

"W-what are you saying?" she interrupted after a moment, coming out of her stupor. "I just saw him. He went in for surgery! They told me what room he was going to be in after."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Brennan," the agent said. "Seeley Booth is dead."

"No. He isn't," Brennan argued. "I just saw him less than two hours ago! It was a simple procedure! Why are you even here?"

"I came to visit," the agent answered. "I heard what happened at the office."

"You saw him die then?"

"No, the doctor just told me."

"I don't believe you."

"Dr. Brennan, I think you should go home now," the agent suggested.

"I'm not going anywhere until I see Booth!" she cried. She pushed past the agent, ignoring his protests. She burst into what was supposed to be Booth's hospital room after the surgery and found nothing but an empty bed. She felt grief clutch her heart so strongly it almost choked her.

"Booth," she whimpered.

"So sorry," the agent said behind her. She whirled around.

"How did this happen!"

"He went into cardiac arrest during the surgery. His heart couldn't handle it, and he died. I'm sorry."

"I need to speak with a doctor."

"I've got the report right here," the agent said, showing her. She snatched it from him and raced through it. At the very bottom were the words: D.O.D. May 7, 2009 4:23 p.m.

"Oh my God," she said. "Oh my God!" She thrust the papers back into the agent's hands and turned and fled.

...

"I'm coming!" Angela called as the pounding on her door went on and on. She had run home quick to shower and change before going back to the hospital to see how Booth was doing. Everyone had been shocked that he had a brain tumor. She yanked the door open to see her best friend standing there with a tear stained face and an anguished expression.

"Sweetie, what happened?!"

"I...he...Booth..."

"Brennan, talk to me," Angela said, ushering her friend inside and shutting the door.

"Booth...he's..."

"What? He's what? Is he okay?!" Angela was panicking now. She was berating herself for even thinking it was okay to leave the hospital.

"He's dead," Brennan whispered. The words echoed around the entryway. Angela gaped at her.

"No," she said in disbelief.

"I saw the report. He went into cardiac arrest and died during surgery. Ange, oh Ange, what am I going to do?!" Brennan wailed. She had been planning on telling Booth how she felt. Seeing him go into surgery had made her realize just how much she did love him.

"This is a mistake!" Angela cried.

"No, it's not. I...I checked. I saw...I saw the date of death. Angela," Brennan sobbed. "Angela, what am I going to do?" Her friend pulled her into a firm embrace and let her sob on her shoulder. Angela was in shock. How could this be happening? As Brennan sobbed, she felt her heart sink. How on Earth was she going to help her friend get through this?

May 9, 2009

"Sweetie, I really think you should be going to Booth's funeral," Angela said. She was standing in the doorway of Brennan's apartment dressed in all black. Hodgins was waiting in the car on the street.

"I'm not going," Brennan said fiercely. She had made up her mind that morning. She was not going to stand there and watch him be lowered into the ground. She knew she wouldn't be able to handle it.

"You need closure..."

"Screw closure!" Brennan shrieked. Angela moved in to embrace her friend, who was now sobbing uncontrollably.

"If you don't go, you'll only regret it," Angela said quietly.

"I can't. I can't see him in that box."

"He was cremated, sweetie."

"What?"

"Yea."

"You mean, I can't even see him?"

"No."

Brennan gave out a strangled cry and buried her face into Angela's shoulder. How could this have happened? It was a simple procedure! A mere brain tumor they were going to remove! How could he have died?

"Please come," Angela begged. "If not for you then for me. He was my friend too." Brennan looked at her sadly. Of course he was. He had been everyone's friend.

"Okay, but don't expect me to stay long."

...

It was incredibly difficult to see Parker standing there in tears as his father's funeral service went on. Brennan's heart broke for him. She had lost a parent too after all. Rebecca was crying as well. Brennan felt a twinge of annoyance. The woman never did care about Booth properly in Brennan's mind. She wouldn't even let him see his son very often and threatened legal action every so often if she suspected that Booth needed a reminder that Parker wasn't in his custody. The public display of bawling was really quite overdoing it. Angela reached over and took her hand, squeezing it. Brennan closed her eyes and tried to remember what Booth's eyes looked like. They had spoken two days ago. How could he be dead? The rest of the service went by in a blur. She remembered being hugged a lot, and she remembered seeing that little urn standing up there, which Rebecca took home with her. Brennan wanted it. She wanted Booth to be with her even though rationally speaking Booth was not in that urn, just his ashes. She suddenly realized that she was becoming more like him every day, that he had started to rub off on her. She wished he knew that.

Parker & Rebecca

They had arrived home after the funeral, and Parker felt so empty. He wished he'd gotten a chance to say goodbye to his father or at least have told him he loved him instead of just talking on the phone about some dumb joke he'd done at school. His dad had laughed though.

"Mom?" he said suddenly.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Is Dad in Heaven?"

"Of course he is," Rebecca answered. She looked at her son sadly. This loss was affecting him badly. He was not coping very well.

"Why did God take him?"

"I don't know, sweetie."

"Is he punishing me? I said I was sorry for picking on that guy at school," Parker went on.

"God does not punish people by taking away loved ones," Rebecca chastised him. "Don't even think something like that!"

"I'm sorry."

"Come here," Rebecca said, pulling Parker close. "Your Dad is in Heaven and watching over you every second of every day. It was his time to go. Why God does this I don't understand. We won't until we die and He can explain it to us."

"I really miss him," Parker cried.

"I know, bud. I miss him too," Rebecca told him. She rocked him back and forth while he cried. She was a little bit mad at God herself. How could this be happening to Parker? A son needed his father. She was glad she had Brent for support. Maybe Parker would stop calling him Captain Fantastic and start bonding with him now that Booth was gone. Rebecca wished this hadn't been the way it happened, though. She sighed. Her son was never going to be the same.

June 9, 2009

Work was not the same without Booth. Brennan found that she had little tolerance for the new Agent Perotta that had taken over Booth's job. The woman annoyed her to no end. Brennan was currently sitting at her desk, scanning the internet for information on a victim that was in her lab. Then her phone rang.

"Brennan."

"Hi this is Doctor Wilson's office. We're calling to inform you that you still have sperm waiting here that you requested about a month ago."

"Excuse me?"

"From a Mr. Seeley Booth?"

"No, that's not possible," Brennan laughed. "He didn't do it." She remembered that he said he hadn't done it. What was this lady talking about?

"Well, it says here he did," the receptionist said. "I am looking at it."

"No way," Brennan argued, sitting up straight in her office chair.

"I can tell you without a doubt 100 percent that I am looking at Mr. Seeley Booth's sperm sample. I am not making this up."

"But...but...he..."

"Did he not tell you?"

"He's dead," Brennan said bluntly.

"Oh...Oh gosh I'm so sorry," the receptionist said, bumbling her speech. Brennan sat in a stunned silence for a moment. Booth's sperm was at her doctor's office. She could have Booth's baby. Booth's baby could be hers. She closed her eyes to keep the tears from falling. If he'd left it, then he obviously wanted her to use it. She made up her mind.

"When can I make an appointment?" she asked.

"I'm sorry?"

"When can I make an appointment? To be inseminated?"

"You...you're sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Um, well, I'll schedule you in for next week."

"Thank you." Brennan hung up. She stared at her screen monitor. She had no idea what she had just done. She just suddenly, inexplicably wanted to have Booth's baby. Was she out of her mind?

If I don't make it...I want you to have my stuff. You know, for a kid.

He had wanted her to have his baby. He wouldn't have said that if he didn't mean it. Was it too crazy though?

"Brennan?"

"Yea?"

"Are you okay?" Angela asked, coming in. She could see her friend was having some kind of conflict. It was all over her face.

"If I told you that I wanted to have Booth's baby, would you call me insane?" Brennan asked.

"Well...how would you even do that?" she asked, confused. Was her friend losing her mind?

"He...he left a sample after all, Ange, at the doctor's. They just called me."

"What?!"

"Yes. I have decided that I want to do it."

"Oh, honey..."

"I want to have Booth's baby," Brennan said more strongly. She held an even stare with Angela.

"I think that if it's something you want to do, then do it," Angela said softly. "I'm behind you one hundred percent."

"Thank you," Brennan whispered.

"Do you want me to come to the appointment?"

"I'll be okay, thanks," Brennan replied. Angela left soon after, and Brennan sat there staring off into space. She was doing this. She was having Booth's baby. She would do it for both of them. She hoped that wherever he was right now that he could see her and how far she had come from the person she used to be.

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