She had been called by Hannah and told Booth probably needed a friend and Brennan, ever faithfully, went to find him. He gave her two choices, one to leave and he would get her a new FBI guy or she could stay and drink. She chose to stay with him and just be there if he needed her.

When she had awakened it was still dark, the clock read 4:47am, but it wasn't her clock, it wasn't her room. Then a body rolled against her and a hand wrapped securely around her. She looked down at the hand illuminated by moonlight, a hand she knew so well. "Oh no, no, no," she thought as she looked at Booth's hand holding onto her naked midsection.

Carefully she slipped out of his bed and found her clothing where they had been tossed haphazardly on the floor. Quietly she made her way out of his bedroom into the living room. Running her hands through her hair, collecting her purse she left, called a cab and wondered on her way home how she was going to face Booth. "What have I done?"

On the ride up the elevator she tried to piece together the night before. She remembers calling a cab and giving the driver Booth's address, she remembers helping him to his door and from there she just has bits and pieces, his hands touching her body, his kisses, and the fire in the pit of her stomach.

As she entered her apartment she closed the door and secured it, leaning against it shaking her head. She closed her eyes and prayed to the universe she didn't mess up what her and Booth had left of a friendship. She pushed off the door and headed for the shower, she needed a shower.


Booth woke up and stretched, wishing the instant he did he wouldn't have. His head reminded him of the night before. Proposing to Hannah came flooding back to him and Brennan coming to sit with him while he tried to drink away the pain.

He had a dream about Brennan and what a dream it was. He tried to shake the image from his head, how could he be dreaming about doing those things to her when he had just proposed to Hannah and been turned down, "Alcohol, just blame the alcohol." Booth said as he pulled himself out of bed and headed for the medicine cabinet.


Work had been slow, no new homicides for her and Booth, which Brennan was silent thankful for, she still did not know how she would face him. Booth had been lost in his own world of pity since Hannah had rejected his proposal and left. He was also thankful for the quiet; he could lock himself in his office and clear up some paperwork that needed to be done.

A month had passed since that night, while Booth and Brennan had spoke on the phone a little, neither pushed to hang out. Booth didn't feel he was good company and Brennan had a new concern, which put her flight mechanism in high alert.

Angela had been keeping an eye on Brennan after she was approached by everyone in the lab at least once about Brennan's uncharacteristic behavior. Angela now stood in the doorway of her friend's office and watched Brennan staring at her far wall not moving for at least 30 minutes that she knew of. Angela cleared her throat, "Bren?"

Brennan turned her head, "Yes Angela, What can I do for you?"

"You can start by telling me what is so interesting about that wall that you have been staring at it for the last 30 minutes?"

"Angela I was thinking about this dig that is starting up in Peru in a couple of months."

"You're not going, are you?"

"I am not sure; it seems to be a very good opportunity…"

"Bren, you can't leave now. Booth needs you."

"Booth is fine Angela, we hardly speak, he doesn't need me he needs time."

"Yes … he does need you, even if he doesn't talk to all the time, he needs you here when he does call." Promise me you will not make any decisions until you talk to me about it okay?"

"That is acceptable." Brennan shut her computer off and grabbed her bag and coat.

"You are leaving early?"

"Yes, my work is done and so I thought I would go home and work on my book some."

"O-Okay." Angela stepped aside as Brennan walked past her and headed for the sliding doors. Angela stared after her, Brennan put up very little resistance when Angela made her promise not to make any decisions about Peru without talking to her first. She also left work early saying her work was done. Brennan's work was never done, at least in her eyes.

After Brennan was out of sight Cam, Hodgins, and Wendell gathered around. "Something has happened. You are right she is not acting like herself at all." Angela stated, "She hasn't seen Booth, so I am not sure if he can help or is in any condition to help."


Brennan arrived home and headed straight to her bathroom with her purchase. She pulled the test out of the bag; opening it she pulled out the instructions and began reading them. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out how to administer an over the counter pregnancy test, however, she was stalling and she knew she was stalling.

Finally as ready as she was ever going to be she took the test. She sat the small plastic device on her sink and she walked out of the bathroom. She couldn't just stand there and wait and watch, so she paced her bedroom for 3 minutes.

The result she dreaded was the one she had to face; she was pregnant with his child. She slid down the wall and pulled her knees up to her chest. Carrying Seeley Booth's child was not what she dreaded, the way she conceived that child was done at a time when he was weak and vulnerable and angry, very very angry with all women, especially her.

Peru would be a good cover, the dig started in two months, before she would start showing and ended in one year. She couldn't ask Booth for his support, not after what she did. All she could hope for was his forgiveness when she came back with their child.


As she sat in her office staring at her vacation rental agreement for the house she would be living at during her pregnancy, she didn't hear Angela come up behind her. "Sweetie?"

Brennan startled and quickly closed the window she had been looking at. "Angela, you startled me. What can I do for you?"

Angela glanced at the computer screen and then back to Brennan's face. "You can start by telling what you are up to?"

"I am not up to anything. I was browsing the internet for a vacation rental. It might be nice to get away and take some time to just write my book."

Red Flags, alarms, and red flashing lights were going off in Angela's head. Brennan take a vacation? She was definitely trying to hide something, Angela just had to find out what and before she left. "Sweetie, this is me, you don't go on vacation. What is going on with you, everyone is worried sick and you … well you are not yourself."

"I am not sure what you are talking about." Just as she finished her sentence she took a bite of her sandwich she had sitting on her desk. She froze in the middle of chewing, held up her hand to Angela and bolted from her office.

Angela followed Brennan to the bathroom and stopped just as she pushed the door open. "You're pregnant."

After Brennan emptied her stomach contents, she sat back against the wall. "Angela you are being absurd, I simply ate something that didn't agree with me."

Angela shook her head, "ut uh, you are pregnant. Why are you trying to hide it? Sweetie, that means our kids will be close to the same age and can grow up together." Angela moved over to hug Brennan. "This is why you are going on a vacation, isn't it?"

"Angela, you tend to jump to conclusions about …"

"Not this time I am right, aren't I?" She refused to let Brennan look away from her, "Who's the father?" As she continued to look into Brennan's eyes the smile slowly slid from her face. "Oh my God, it's Booth … isn't it? That is why you are running?" Brennan eyes answered for her, "What did he say?" Brennan just looked into her lap "You have to tell him."

"Angela I can't, I-I … we were drunk and vulnerable, it shouldn't have happened." She swallowed hard, "All I can do now is hope he will forgive me."

"Sweetie, Booth is hurting, but he loves you, deep down inside he loves you. He has a right to know."

"And he will … after."

"Bren …"

"No, you didn't see him that night, you didn't see the anger."

"No I didn't, but I know Booth. He loves you."

"He proposed to Hannah."

"So, he settled because he thought there was no chance with you."

"But I told him I didn't want any regrets."

"And he was probably scared as hell when you said that, scared you would run from him if you saw how much he loves you. Yes, he is probably hurting from the rejection, but he loves you. While you and he have a lot to work out, he would ecstatic about this baby. You need to give him a chance to show you he will be there. Bren, you need to tell him and you need to tell him now."

Brennan turned her red rimmed eyes to her friend and nodded. She got up and splashed some cold water on her face and headed to her office. She picked up her cell phone and pushed the well worn speed dial button.

"Booth"

"Hey"

"Hey Bones, what can I do for you?"

"Can you come over tonight?"


Brennan was nervous while she stood in the kitchen cook the Mac and cheese he loved so much. She doesn't know why but maybe it would lessen the blow. She had been running it over and over in her head how to tell him, trying to anticipate his reactions from anger to joy and she felt lost and very alone at this particular moment.

The knock on the door brought her back to her senses. She opened the door and all the breath left her body. There he stood in a pair of jeans, a black T shirt that strained against his physique and the brown leather jacket he wore to cover his shoulder holster. "Hey Bones, I brought this." He handed her a bottle of wine as he hesitantly entered the apartment.

It had been months since he had been here he carefully laid his jacket over the back of a chair and took off his shoulder holster. When he turned she was still standing there holding the bottle of wine he handed her. He smiled as he walked towards her, "Hey give me that, I think I still remember where everything is." He took the wine and headed off for the kitchen. "Bones, are you making Mac and cheese." He turned his Booth smile on her and she thought her knees were going to give out on her.

"Yeah, I thought you might enjoy it."

"Whatever you want to tell me must be big if you are cooking me Mac and cheese." He said teasingly. She smiled a nervous smile in return.

He poured them both a glass of wine and handed her a glass. He took a sip, "Okay I'm not big on wine, but this isn't bad. Try some."

She felt her heart stop as stared into the glass, "I can't." She sat the glass down on the counter.

"Sure you can Bones, it is just one sip…" he stopped when he saw her face, she was staring down at her hand resting around the stem of the glass. He gently hooked his finger under her chin and brought her eyes to his. He studied her face for a moment as he watched tears well up in her eyes. He sat his glass down and pulled her to him. "Oh Bones, it is okay, everything is going to be okay."

She closed her eyes and held on to him. "I will be here to help you in anyway that I can. Does the father know?" She shook her head against him. "Bones you have to tell him, he has a right to know." She nodded against his chest. Booth stared at the stove that was opposite where they were standing. He felt his heart faltering knowing she was pregnant, hell he had been so wrapped up in self pity, he didn't even know she was dating. "So this guy, the father, is he a good guy." Again she nodded. "Good then I won't have to beat him up." Booth chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

Booth continued to hold her running his hands up and down her back. She finally pulled away from him to check the Mac and cheese. The Mac and cheese had passes slightly overcooked and moved onto a blackened state. She sat it on top of her stove and as if the dam suddenly couldn't hold anymore water, the tears erupted from her eyes. Booth was immediately at her side, "Hey, hey, it is okay. I will get us some Thai and we will sit back and you can tell me all about what has been going on in your life … aside … umm .. yeah." He headed to the chair to retrieve his jacket when her voice stopped him.

"Booth"

"Yeah Bones."

"Before you go I need to say something and I will understand if you need time and space."

"Bones you know you can tell me anything." She stared at him her eyes pleading for something. He chuckled, "What is Sully back and he is the father?"

"No you are … You are the father." He just stood there staring at her emotions flying across his face so fast she had no idea how he felt. "Booth, say something."

He moved his eyes off her and stared at the floor. He slowly slid his shoulder holster on and picked up his jacket. "I …I need time to think"

"Booth"

He glanced back at her and walked out of her door.