Okay, the beginning of this story is extremely dramatic. As in extreme to the millionth power. Feel free to raise you eyebrows while reading this (I know I would). But it gets normal, well, my version of normal, which isn't all that normal, but still. Here you go. (:
Brennan and Booth had lied, to begin with. Lied to Sweets, lied to each other, and lied to themselves. When asked by Sweets how long theaffair lasted, they had denied it, and made up a cover story of her jumping into a taxi and leaving him, due to the tequila. It was quite the opposite, actually. The tequila had been a factor in their uncharacteristic one night stand.
Brennan had gotten pregnant from this. This was the reason why she railed against Booth and told him that she would never work with him again. She never told Booth about the baby. Instead, she took a year off work, claiming to be at a dig in Guatemala. She delivered the baby with a depressed midwife, neither seeming happy about having to go through with this. But Brennan's emotions changed once they let her hold the baby girl. She had never experienced such joy in her entire life. She named her Elanora, having liked the turn of the century name. Then Elanora's heart rate dropped, and she was taken into surgery.
Several hours later, Brennan was alerted by the same, depressed midwife, that the baby had died. Brennan, dealing with the grief of this, hopped on a plane to Guatemala and searched the area for actual anthropological digs there. The midwife committed suicide by jumping off of a bridge and falling to her death. The pain from this beautiful baby's unexpected death, combined with the pain from the recent death of her fiancée, had been too much for her to handle.
Unfortunately, Elanora had only appeared to be dead, due to an amazingly low heart rate, and with one doctor's seemingly hopeless last resort of using electric shock therapy, her heart rate revived. Brennan couldn't be contacted due to the fact that her papers had been accidentally put in the now dead midwife's back pocket. So Elanora entered the care of the Washington D.C. foster system.
"Hey Ella, you coming?" yelled Margaret from the bottom of the stairs.
"One second!" Elanora yelled back, pulling her pants over her tie-dyed socks and fastening a piece of tribal jewelry around her neck. She was excited. Today she was going to be adopted. Well, sort of. The couple wanted to meet her, but it was a possibility that they were going to adopt her. And sometimes you just have to rely on possibilities.
Oh, and the couple? Yeah, they work at the Jeffersonian. You're welcome. (;
-Charlie