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A pregnant Dr Camille Saroyan was finding her patience wearing thin at Dr Brennan's frequent comments about her late-in-life pregnancy. Standing on the raised stage where a body was lying before them, she sighed inwardly and braced herself for another round.
"The incorrectly named morning sickness is the body's way of ridding unwanted toxins," said the forensic anthropologist factually. "Just like a miscarriage would be the body's way of removing a deformed or unwanted foetus."
She instinctively covered her rounded belly as she spotted Seeley trying to gain her partner's attention and put a plug in it. She beat him to it. "Thank you Dr Brennan," Cam said with a tight smile.
"You're welcome," replied the serious woman with a nod before she protested as the agent tugged her away.
"I'm surprised you even knew she is pregnant," said Booth wryly as he walked alongside his partner through the lab.
"Of course I knew she was expecting," said Bones exasperatedly. "There were marked changes in her physical appearance and a distinct change in pigmentation to her facial features that made it all apparent."
"You knew and didn't tell?" came the incredulous voice as they stepped into the office.
"What?" said Brennan as she faced Angela. "I thought it inappropriate of me to make my observations known. After all, isn't it true that the expectant parents take joy from making such an announcement?"
Angela grinned as she turned to the FBI agent. "You're rubbing off on her handsome." Booth smiled ruefully at the artist before she turned their attention to the large screen and turned professional, Montgomery-style. "I've put up the ..."
Meanwhile, Cam raised her head from the washbasin and groaned.
Dr Brennan had gotten one thing right: Paul's stir fry from last night was certainly toxic.
Finito.