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"So, how is Hannah?"

"...Beautiful..."

Brennan dropped her eyes at Booth's dreamy response and drew her focus outside the vehicle at the passing trees.

"I am quite aware of her physical attributes, Booth, but I was asking in reference to her physical health. Has she been experiencing nausea gravidarum? I have been meaning to call and ask her"

Booth tightened his grip on the wheel and turned a puzzled face to his work partner,

"Gravi... whatie?"

"Nausea gravidarum, Booth, morning sickness. Though I fail to see any correlation between the time of day and the nausea. The nausea is actually brought on by the raised levels of oestrogen in pregnancy and, according to Angela is more likely exacerbated by fatigue than time of day."

"What the hell? Bones," he paused, "Hannah isn't pregnant!" He shook his head and returned his sight to the road, brows still furrowed in confusion.

"Hmm" Brennan gave a slight shrug and continued her gaze out the window as a thick silence fell upon the couple.

Finally becoming too much for him, Booth surrendered to his curiosity, flicking his sight from the road to Brennan nervously, "Why? Did she say something to you?"

"No. I have simply noticed a slight increase in her kinetic gait parameters. I may be wrong," the sudden halt in her sentence insinuated that Temperance Brennan is indeed never wrong, "but, an increase to that degree strongly suggests that Hannah has conceived and is significantly well along in her first trimester if not, further. Though, that seems highly unlikely given that she has only been in DC for three months."

"I am sorry if it has not been brought to your attention, I wrongly concluded that you were waiting the traditional 12 week period before sharing your news with friends though I would have thought that, being your partner and all, I would have been privy to your good news earlier than most"

Booth let out a nervous chuckle and shook his head, "Bones, like I said, Hannah is not pregnant! ...It's not possible" The last phrase was tacked on to assure himself more than Brennan that his girlfriend was most certainly not pregnant.

"Well, Hannah assures me that you and her are sexually active and, in that case – basic biology would suggest that it is indeed very possible. Contraception is not foolproof, Booth. When was her last menstrual period?"

"What?" His head sprung around to face her, shock clearly written across his features, " Firstly, Bones, I am not discussing Hannah's and my sex life with you!" he waved his hand dismissively in Brennan's direction, "whatever girl talks you and her have going on" he pulled at his collar and gave another uneasy laugh – though it was clear to Brennan he was not happy, "and, secondly, her cycle is none of your business!"

Brennan smiled knowingly and turned away, her and Hannah had become quite close friends since she had arrived in DC despite Brennan's pent up yet, growing jealousy of the woman. As long as Hannah kept Booth happy – Brennan was not about to admit her feeling for Booth to him, Hannah or anyone let alone herself. Besides that – Hannah was fun, personable and she had made an effort with Brennan where not many people would have.

"It's not abnormal that you don't know Booth. I imagine with your aversion to sexual topics that you would not be open about discussing her menstrual cycle either. It's quite common for that to be left as a taboo subject – particularly in the early stages of a relationship"

During their conversation, an amusing red glow had indiscreetly crept up his neck. As soon as it hit the tips of his ears, paired with the tense, clenching of his jaw and the white knuckles gripped to the steering wheel – Brennan knew that she had most likely gone too far and switched to damage control.

"I am sure I am mistaken though. I am sorry to have brought it up"

Silence bounced off the surfaces of the SUV and Booth's composure slowly returned. Pulling to an abrupt stop at the crime scene, Booth got out, rounded the vehicle and fell into place beside her.

"The bones, Bones, were found buried under a rose garden on the property. They were excavating the area to put in a pool when, what's believed to be a human skull was spotted by the construction manager in the excavator bucket"

"So, the scene was compromised"

"That's why I held off telling you until now." A tired yet charming hint of a smile graced his lips and Brennan felt herself immediately relax back into their comfortable rhythm.

"I don't see how delaying the knowledge of compromised forensics is of benefit to the investigation Booth."

She resumed her usual stance over the cranium, tilted her head up to see Booth, squinting as the sun caught her in the eyes, "Human... adult, as indicated by the dentition," returning her focus to the skull, her gloved fingers ran delicately over the mandible, "though, to get a more accurate assessment of age, I will need to make a more in depth assessment of the suture joints at the lab.

"Well-defined frontal eminences... the glabellar area is quite smooth indicating that it's most likely female." Pulling on the mandible, she tucked a finger inside what was once the mouth. "An unusually high palette suggests a congenital anomaly but we need to recover as much of the remains as possible to make an affirmative assessment and diagnosis."

"Ok, you know the drill, everything to the Jeffersonian, people!" Booth sang out to no one in particular. Flipping his notebook shut with a flick of the wrist, he left Brennan to it and went to question the construction manager – an anxious tension gnawing at his gut as he pondered his' and Brennan's earlier conversation.