AN: Apparently people are curious about what happened after the night that Booth and Brennan spent together. Did he remember? Were there any consequences? Here's my shot at answering those questions. Enjoy!

As always, I don't own Bones...

Two Months Later

[Sequel to The Alcohol in the Agent]

Chapter 1: The Artist's Apoplexy

"Angela, do you have a minute? I think I may need some advice."

The artist abandoned the work on the desk in front of her, looked up at her best friend and smiled in gleeful anticipation. "I hope it's something juicy. All I do these days is eat, sleep and run to the bathroom." She rubbed her stomach lovingly. "I need to live vicariously through someone and given the way you've been acting the past couple of weeks, I choose you."

Startled, Brennan responded with agitation. "Have I been acting strangely?"

"I didn't mean to upset you, Sweetie. Sit down. Let's talk."

Brennan took the chair opposite her friend's desk, leaned forward and put her palms down on the wooden surface. "Ang, what have I done lately that diverges from my normal regimen?"

Angela took a moment to reflect. There were so many little things and some not so little. Some that Brennan wouldn't even acknowledge as being unusual, like the overly nurturing behavior she'd been exhibiting off and on towards the interns. Wendall had asked Angela just yesterday, only half-jokingly, if Brennan had undergone a religious awakening. Angela focused on one that she knew Brennan would concede was not typical behavior.

"You've been humming."

"Humming?"

"Humming. Just a few unrecognizable tunes under your breath. But Brennan, you never hum."

"No," she said, deadly serious. "I don't hum, do I? I have always thought it a pointless waste of breath. If you want to sing, just sing."

Angela rolled her eyes and laughed. "People often hum when they are happy. That's what Hodgins and I decided it must be. You are very happy about something. We even have a bet."

Lost in thought, Brennan dully repeated, "A bet?"

"Sure, I decided that something must have happened with Booth. He seems to be getting over that debacle with Hannah, and it's felt like the old days between the two of you, including the lingering stares and casual touching, so why not take it to the next level, if you both are willing, I mean." Angela peered at Brennan, seeking some clue in her friend's face to confirm her theory. No response. She sighed in resignation. "On the other hand, Hodgins thinks you have a line on exciting new research. A trip to some exotic dig site."

The artist put her palms together in a praying position. "Please tell me I'm right! It's worth a luxury spa visit after the baby's born if I'm right. Have you and Booth decided to -" She made quotes with two fingers on each hand. "Go there?"

Brennan's eyes cleared and she looked directly at Angela. "No, Ang, Booth and I haven't decided to go anywhere."

She sucked in a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

Angela squealed. "Oh My God!"

Brennan made a hushing movement with her hands. "Ang, please, no one can know yet."

"Oh My God!" Angela exclaimed, more quietly this time. "So, it's not Booth's? What are you, a month or two along? The timing's not right, it can't be Booth's."

"I'm nine weeks and it is Booth's."

"Oh My God!"

"Will you please stop saying that, Angela."

"Sorry. Sorry. I'm just..." Her voice trailed off. She slapped a knee with her hand. "Did you go through with it then? The artificial insemination using Booth's, using Booth's..."

"Semen? No. I didn't use artificial means for the conception."

Angela blinked, confused. "Not artificial...then, how?"

Brennan tilted her head to one side and waved a hand in the direction of Angela's belly. "Surely I don't have to tell you how it's done."

Angela shrilled another "Oh My God!" before she could stop herself. Contrite, she slapped a hand over her own mouth to smother any other involuntary sounds.

Hodgins stepped into the doorway. "Everything alright, Ang? You sound like you are in labor or something. Oh, Dr. B., I didn't realize that you were here." He cast his wife a wide-eyed questioning glance.

Angela shook her head and made a shooing motion with her free hand.

"Okay, then. Don't let me interrupt." Before he left though, he flashed a different look his wife's way, one that clearly communicated that he expected to get all of the details later.

Sliding her fingers from her face, Angela asked in a demanding whisper. "You had sex with Booth nine weeks ago?"

"Yes."

"Wasn't Hannah still here nine weeks ago?"

"Well, technically, no. It was the night she left."

"Oh My-" Angela started again, a huge smile spreading across her face. "Sorry. I can't believe you had sex with Booth the night Hannah left!" Her eyes narrowed. "And more than that, I can't believe you didn't tell me about it!"

"You're not the only one."

"I should hope not. If you told other people and not me, I'd be even more upset."

"No, Ang. When I said that you are not the only one that I haven't told, I was talking about Booth."

"What?" Angela yelped, thoroughly confused now.

"Booth doesn't know we had sexual intercourse either."