A/N: Ok, so this is my first fan fiction and I absolutely love the show Bones. I think I've read enough fanfictions to attempt to write my own. I'm sorry if it's not so good, remember, this is my first. But it will get better I promise because my cousin (who is also my editor) writes fanfictions too. She'll help me because she's an amazing writer (RandomDancing123) I hope she doesn't mind me posting her username. If she does, she can tell me to edit it off lol. Btw, the story is roughly based on a dream that I had about the show and I told my cousin about it and she told me to write about it. She is my main inspiration for this story and I LOVE HER! I added a few things that didn't happen in my dream so we'll see what happens. So enjoy:D

Disclaimer: Don't make me cry just because I don't own the show that makes my life happy D:

Chapter 1:

It was a normal day at the Jeffersonian. Well, as normal as a day can be at the educational Institute in which the brilliant forensic anthropologist and well known author, Dr. Temperance Brennan works. It had been a quiet day, due to the fact that there wasn't a murder to investigate. Things haven't been the same since one of Brennan's favorite interns, Mr. Vincent Nigel-Murray, had been shot and killed by sniper Jacob Broadsky. The day that Booth and Brennan made love for the first time. Brennan was actually anticipating a call from her partner Special Agent Seeley Booth saying his usual "We've got a case". She needed an excuse to see him. She's been wanting to spend time with him quite frequently ever since she found out that she was carrying his child. She isn't very far along, so she took this as an advantage to wait until the first trimester ended to share the joyous news with her friends and co-workers. Other than the father, only Angela had been told, being Tempe's "metaphorical sister" as she put it.

"Oh my god" Brennan thought, "Why hasn't there been a murder since the Fowler case? That was almost a month ago!"

Little did she know that there, in fact, was a case going on in Chicago, Illinois. A man had been murdered in his home. Booth had gone without telling Brennan. He told her he wanted her to take it easy while at work taking into consideration her situation. He knew just how stubborn she can be. Booth would've told her to stay home and let him take one of the squinterns (preferably Wendell) with him and she would've refused to pursue his wishes. He would only be gone two days. She'd hardly know he'd been gone. Although, there was an important reason why Agent Booth hadn't told his girlfriend why there was a case.

"Male. About fifty years of age. Caucasian. Spidering on the frontal lobe, probably caused by a blow to the head." Wendell, the young and eager intern said informing the best FBI agent in D.C.

"Great, now let's ship him off to the Jeffersonian. We'll need Angela to run a facial recognition, Hodgins to estimate time of death, and Bones and Cam to… do their squinty body stuff. Take pictures of the crime scene and let's get the hell out of here, the body reaks dude!"

Next thing they knew, they were on their way back to the Jeffersonian. In the meantime, Brennan received a phone call

"Brennan."

"Hey, Bones. Looks like we've got a case. We're shipping the body to you now"

"Well ok, but who's we?"

"Me and Wendell"

"Booth! I wish you'd tell me we had a case! All I've been doing is identifying ancient remains in limbo."

"Well lucky for you, we got one. We're coming back now. And I can tell you, you're not gonna like where this crime scene is located"

"Why? Where is it?"

"13 Hillcrest Lane Chicago, Illinois"

"That's humorous, cause I lived at-"

"11 Hillcrest, I know. It just so happens that the murder victim was your next door neighbor."