This is for everyone who wanted a sequel to It Turned Blue. It's not, it's a sequel for Great Expectations, but all of you who wanted to see BB as parents, here ya go. For those of you who don't like future fics, that's cool...but I gotta say...this is a pretty good fic...lol.

---Monday---

Three years after that fateful day in the park, many things had changed for the squints.

Zack had taken the place of Brennan as the Lab's workaholic, often spending long hours poring over skeleton after skeleton from limbo or falling asleep over a recent case file. That's if he was even at the lab, he spent a good 50 of his time traversing the planet discovering weird and wonderful things about ancient and recent human remains.

Cam had taken an administrative position at the Jeffersonian's sister museum the Eddisonian and was rarely around. Goodman had also returned and was quite pleased with the camaraderie his scientists displayed, now more like family than friends or coworkers.

Hodgins and Angela had tied the knot long ago with a large, expensive wedding that Angela almost had more fun planning than executing. She and Hodgins were also parents to one adorable set of five-year-old fraternal twins, Melissa and Diego.

But there are some things that never change, namely the Dynamic Duo. Booth and Brennan who had yet to fail to solve a case and were still causing headaches for the murderous riff-raff of America. And while it was still their routine to spend long days in the field and in the lab, they now made it a habit to cut out before six and go home for the ever-important 'family time' with seven-year-old David and their three-year-old daughter, Madison.

On the sunny 16th day of June, the warmth outside was oppressive. The heat wave that hit DC had lingered, not humid, but definitely scorching hot. There hadn't been rain in weeks and the lab was seeing more action than usual in the medico-legal department, the arid climate advancing the decomp on many bodies that would usually go straight to the coroner.

Late in the morning two brilliant scientists bent far over one foul smelling set of bones.

"Spider pattern fractures on the ribs and sternum indicate the cause of death was excessive pressure on the torso. She was crushed to death."

"I concur, however these splinters in both ulnas, radius' and multiple phalanges could be signs of defensive wounds."

"Indicating she fought back, agree with that hypothesis Dr. Brennan."

Brennan nodded and made note of their most recent findings in the file and set it aside for Booth when he got there.

Zack picked up the skull and headed to his office so he could put flesh markers on it for Angela.

"Zack, have you seen Jack? I need the results of the mold we found."

"I think I last saw him heading to Angela's office."

Brennan thanked him and bent over to make a few more quick notes on her pad.

"Brennan! Sweetie get in here!" Angela's shrill voice suddenly rang out in the lab and Brennan looked up. That was not a happy squeal.

Throwing down her pad, Brennan bolted for Angela's office, still wearing her latex gloves.

"What? What is it Ange?" She asked, searching the office frantically for dark figures with guns or a box full of bloody organs. Instead she found Hodgins standing near Angela's desk wearing a look of pure disbelief, while Angela herself sat in the chair, staring at her plasma screen TV on the far wall.

"Look." She said quietly, using the remote to turn up the TV.

A well-dressed brunette sat behind the desk of Channel 8 News.

"…And now we'll return to Jonathan Wilcox on the scene. Jonathan?"

"Thank you Michelle. We're still only getting bits and pieces of information from the police, but as you can see here behind me…" The camera panned over to the chaos behind the reporter and Brennan gasped, bringing one gloved hand to her mouth, the other steadying her on the edge of Angela's desk.

"…they've not been able to get the flames under control as of right now. Again, if your only just tuning in, a bomb went off at FBI headquarters today at about eleven AM. We've yet to receive word on dead or wounded, but we have been told that there were in fact a number of agents inside at the time of the explosion and so far, no one has been recovered. We will keep you updated as information arises. Back to you Michelle."

Angela put the TV back on mute and got up to go to her friend. Brennan was leaning against her desk, one hand supporting her whole weight and one covering her mouth, her face almost the same color as her latex glove.

"Brennan?"

"Is…is Booth…"

"I don't know Sweetie. You should call him. He was coming to meet you guys for lunch right? Maybe he was already out when it happened." Angela laid a comforting hand on Brennan's shoulder as she attempted to compose herself.

"Yeah. That…that's logical. I'll call him." She reached into her pocket to retrieve her cell phone, but didn't get a chance to dial before a weight suddenly slammed into her legs and she stumbled forward.

"Hi Mommy!"

Brennan looked down and straight into the bright blue eyes of Madison Booth.

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