A/N: A new story. This story takes place after the "Hole in the Heart" and just before "Change in the Game". At this point in Booth and Brennan's relationship, they have been together for six weeks and the only one who knows about it is Angela. Since this story is AU I have made one minor change. In this story, Booth is told about Brennan's pregnancy before "The Change in the Game."

Warning: I wrote this story 10 weeks ago before the tragedy in France. Please be aware that this story contains the deaths of children.

I don't own Bones, not even a little bit.

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Their latest case had started out rather gruesomely and involved victims caught in an explosion. Someone had placed two bombs in a post office and when they went off, ten people had died and sixteen others had been hurt, five of them critically. The FBI had been called in immediately and Booth had been assigned the case so the services of the experts at the Jeffersonian could be used.

The crime scene had been horrific and Booth had tried to keep his emotions under control when Brennan discovered that two of the dead were children. Appalled at the sight of the small charred bodies, Booth had used his time to interview the witnesses that were still at the post office. He dispatched a few agents to the hospitals to take statements from the injured as soon as they had been treated for their wounds.

Once all of the murdered victims had been found and officially declared dead, Cam arranged for all of those killed in the explosion to be brought to the Jeffersonian where she and Brennan could examine them.

The bodies of six of the people who had died were hideously destroyed as they were the closest to the bomb and they would require Brennan's expertise. This left the other four bodies for Cam to do autopsies on. Clark remained at the bomb site and helped the FBI techs look for any body parts that had been missed in the first sweep of the building while Hodgins moved through the blast area looking for anything that would reveal who the bomber or bombers had been.

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After working for sixteen straight hours, Brennan was ready to go home. Booth had arrived at the Jeffersonian after his grueling day and had slept on the couch while he waited for Brennan to leave. He knew it wouldn't do any good to harass her about the hours she was putting in, so he just made sure he was there to take her home when she was ready. At eleven p.m., Brennan realized that she had held a small piece of flesh covered bone in her hand for at least fifteen minutes without actually examining it and was no longer able to continue working.

As she left the platform, she rubbed her face and tried to think about what she needed to do next. Entering her office, she noticed Booth asleep on her couch and smiled at her boyfriend. Their relationship was still new and no one knew about their relationship except Angela. This meant that both she and Booth were careful about public displays of affection.

Even though the Lab was all but deserted at that time of night, there were still some guards in the building and the ubiquitous cameras needed to safe guard the area. Leaning over Booth, Brennan shook his shoulder and stepped back as he bolted upright. "Sorry . . . I think we need to go home and rest Booth."

As he stood, Booth stretched his shoulders and back trying to wake up enough to drive them home. "Yeah . . . that's a good idea." Curious, Booth looked at his watch and then glared at his partner. "Eleven Bones? Come on . . . you've been up since seven this morning." He knew it wasn't going to do any good to fuss at her, so he stopped. "Never mind." His jacket on the coffee table, Booth grabbed it as Brennan removed her lab coat and retrieved her purse from her desk. "We'll go to my place, it's closer."

Exhausted, Brennan slowly moved out of her office and glumly looked towards the platform. "I wish I could stay longer, but I'm of no use if I'm too tired to keep my mind on my work."

As they moved towards the exit, Booth placed his hand on her lower back. "You're not a robot, Bones. You have to sleep sometime. You get some sleep and come back in the morning."

Once they were in the parking lot, Brennan slipped her hand in Booth's hand and held it as they walked over to his truck. "I should be able to give the remains to Wendell and Daisy late tomorrow morning. Once they've de-fleshed the bones, I will be able to get a better look at the damage done to the bones. The four victims that Cam are working on won't have to have that treatment so I believe that their families will be able to have an open casket if they wish when it comes time for funerals."

"Okay." After they arrived next to his truck, Booth pulled Brennan into his embrace. "When we get home, I'll heat up that soup that we have in the fridge and you can take a shower. Then we both need to go to bed. It's going to be another long day tomorrow that's for sure."

Her arms around his chest, Brennan leaned her head against his shoulder. "We will find out who killed these people Booth."

Afraid what her answer would be, Booth cleared his throat and looked at the elevator as he held her against his body. "Bones . . . did those kids suffer?"

Brennan knew that Booth abhorred the thought of someone murdering a child. Certain of her facts, she told him the truth. "They were killed instantly Booth. They would have barely registered that something was happening to them before they died."

Relieved, Booth sighed. "Thanks, Bones. The thought of those kids . . ." Releasing her, Booth tried to smile and failed. "Well . . . Come on. Let's go home. We'll worry about this stuff tomorrow."

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While Brennan took her shower, Booth heated up the promised vegetable soup and sliced up a loaf of French bread. When Brennan entered the kitchen the aroma almost made her feel faint she was so ravenous. "Oh, that smells so good."

As she sat down at the table, Booth placed a bowl in front of her, followed by a plate of bread slices and a tub of butter. His bowl of soup in his hand, Booth sat down across from her, grabbed a piece of bread and dunked it in his soup. The bread slice was quickly consumed followed by three more slices. "God, I didn't realize I was so hungry."

Her soup almost gone, Brennan reached for a slice of bread and slathered it with butter. "I'm glad we had this soup ready to eat. We should keep some in the freezer for emergencies."

"Oh, that's a good idea." Scooping up some soup on his spoon, Booth encouraged Brennan to eat. "I know we had lunch, but it doesn't seem like it . . . Are you okay? Why'd you stop eating?"

Feeling guilty, Brennan stared at her spoon. "I didn't eat lunch . . . I was very busy and I'm afraid I didn't think about food until you mentioned this soup."

Exasperated, Booth gripped his spoon and tried to control his temper, but he was unable to keep his voice from rising in volume. "Bones . . . Bones you're pregnant. You can't skip meals like that."

Annoyed, Brennan turned her gaze towards her boyfriend. "I know I'm pregnant Booth. I'm the one who told you remember? I didn't deliberately skip lunch. I just forgot."

He knew it wouldn't do any good to fight over it and they were both too tired anyway. "Well . . . just . . . I'll bring you lunch tomorrow to remind you . . . okay?"

She was so tired and she didn't feel like arguing. "That's sounds fine . . . Thank you."

Finished with his soup, Booth grabbed another piece of bread and ate that while he waited for Brennan to finish eating. "I'm sorry I raised my voice . . . I know you forgot, it's what you do. I'll just remind you in the future."

Wary that his plan could turn into harassment, Brennan frowned at her lover. "I don't need reminders Booth. The only reason why I forgot was because I was so engrossed in our case today. I don't want you to call me every time it is meal time."

He could hear the irritation in her voice and he had no intention of bickering with her when all he wanted to do was to go to bed and get some sleep. "Okay, I won't. I'll just remind you when we have cases that are this . . . um . . . intense."

Not sure he would keep to that plan, Brennan finished her soup. "I need to be back at work by eight tomorrow . . . Once I've finished my cursory examinations, Clark and Daisy can clean the bones. That means if you are available, we will probably have time to eat lunch together."

Taking her empty bowl from her and placing it in the dishwasher along with the other dirty dishes, Booth closed it and turned to face Brennan. "Okay, sounds good. You go to bed and I'll go get a quick shower. I just hope no one calls us tonight."

Brennan knew Booth and she knew he was still upset with the discovery of the murdered children. As she moved across the room, she stopped and placed her arms around him. "We will find out who did this Booth."

His forehead resting on the top of her shoulder, Booth sighed. "I know. It's just . . . we have to get this bastard whoever he is."

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