Alrighty, here's a new story for all you lovely people! This will be replacing The Prisoner on the Phone, which has been cancelled. I'm sorry about that, but I sort of wrote myself into a corner. This I hope will be a little better because I actually have the major points planned out. (Never a bad thing to do, it turns out :P) I hope you like it!
Booth walked into their bedroom and smiled when he saw his girlfriend looking at herself sideways in the full-length mirror. She saw his reflection in the mirror and sighed. "I look fat," she said with a frown. Booth chuckled and shook his head.
"You're not fat," he promised as he walked up to her and planted a kiss on her head. "You're pregnant. That's different."
"Point of clarification, I said I look fat, not I am fat." Booth laughed again and turned her around to face him. He rested his forehead on hers and smiled.
"You look beautiful," he whispered like it was a secret. "You're carrying my baby, Bones. There's nothing more beautiful than that." Brennan smiled but backed away from Booth.
"Maybe to you and me," she pointed out, "but not to the hundreds of FBI agents who will be at this ball and who will take one look at me and start teasing you about how you knocked up your partner." Booth laughed and pecked Brennan on the lips.
"How did you even know that phrase?" Brennan grinned and snaked her arms around his neck.
"I learned it when Angela was pregnant with Chance," she explained as she toyed with Booth's hair.
"Most everyone knows that we're having a baby, Bones," he assured her after a moment. "I mean when we started telling people I basically shouted it from the rooftops. The entire Hoover building probably knows by now. And if someone gives me or you a hard time, I'll just punch them."
"I think a warning would suffice for a first offense," Brennan joked. "Can you help me put this on?" She held up a necklace. Booth took it and she turned around.
"I love this necklace," Booth said as he clasped it.
"I know. None of the dresses you love fit me anymore. I wanted to wear something you liked." Booth kissed Brennan on the crook of her neck and she lifted her arm up to caress his cheek. His hands slid down to her midsection and rested on her slightly protruding belly. He rested his chin on her shoulder and his eyes lit up when he felt movement under his hand.
"She's ready to party," Booth said with a laugh. Brennan rolled her eyes and turned around in his arms.
"Why do you insist on referring to the baby in a gender specific way?" she asked as she slid her arms around his neck. On their last doctor's appointment the baby had yet again been unwilling to reveal whether they were a boy or a girl. Booth shrugged and began rocking Brennan back and forth unconsciously.
"I just think it's rude to call him an 'it,'" he explained.
"You can refer to the baby as 'him or her,' that's what I do," Brennan pointed out. Booth shook his head.
"Takes too long." He couldn't take his proximity to Brennan's mouth any longer and gave her a sweet yet passionate kiss. The kiss quickly developed into something more and Booth was itching to rip off that black dress Brennan had just put on. She pulled away from him before they got too carried away.
"Let's go." Booth grunted in protest and followed her out of the bedroom.
-BONES-
The couple had fun at the annual FBI ball, but Brennan got fatigued easily in her condition and she quickly tired. She was dancing with Booth, her head resting on his shoulder. "Getting tired, Bones?" he asked with a hint of concern in his voice. She nodded against his neck and he held onto her a little tighter. "Okay, I just have to make nice with a few of the higher ups and then we can go." She nodded again and he kissed her on the head. The song ended and Booth spotted someone he should talk to before they left. "Come on, Bones," he said as he took her hand.
"I have to go to the restroom," she told him and pulled her hand from his. "Is that okay? Should I be with you when you introduce yourself to your superior?"
"Of course it's okay, Bones. What do you think I'm gonna say? No, you have to hold it? Go, I can fend for myself for five minutes." Brennan smiled appreciatively and walked away from her boyfriend. He watched her disappear into the crowd then approached the FBI's Chief of Staff and Senior Counsel to the Director. "Hello, sir."
"Agent Booth! I was hoping to make your acquaintance this evening." Booth suddenly wished Brennan hadn't gone to the bathroom. He could use the moral support. The man was about to say something else when loud popping noises filled the ballroom. Booth had heard the sound enough times in his life to recognize it right away. They were gunshots. He instinctively reached for the gun in his hip holster, only to remember that he hadn't brought it, at Brennan's insistence. He looked around his immediate perimeter and saw that the man he had just introduced himself to, the Chief of Staff of the entire FBI, was hit. He took action and knelt next to him. He quickly found the entrance wound in his chest and applied pressure.
"We have a man down!" he shouted above the pandemonium around him. "I need to get him outside and to a medic now!" A few other agents stopped to help. They assisted the CoS to his feet and supported his weight as they walked him outside. Even as the man's blood seeped through his fingers, Booth's only thought as he exited the building was if Brennan was okay.
-BONES-
When Brennan left Booth, she tried to make her way through the throngs of people packed in the relatively small ballroom. "Excuse me, excuse me," she said with a smile as she pushed past person after person. She was nearly to the door when the shots rang out. She instinctively hit the deck while everyone around her panicked. She never had a chance.
Men's leather shoes and high heels dug into her from every angle. Her hands automatically went to her stomach to protect her baby. She cried out in pain but no one stopped to take notice of the woman under their feet. She finally found an opening and struggled to her feet. She was in some pain and she was sure she would be bruised the next day, but overall she seemed okay. She began scanning the crowd for Booth, but didn't see him. Fear beginning to take over, she walked against the general flow of people toward where Booth had been standing. She felt her heart sink when she saw the puddle of blood almost exactly where she had left him.
She found her way outside with the others and spotted several ambulances. She made a beeline for them in a desperate search for Booth. "Booth!" she shouted over the crowd that now congregated on the lawn. "Booth, where are you?" She reached the ambulances and approached an EMT to ask who had been injured.
"Bones!" She turned and saw him barreling toward her. The first thing she noticed was that his tux seemed to be soaked in blood.
"Booth!" she exclaimed. He reached her and pulled her into a tight hug. "You're hurt," she whimpered as he held her close. He shook his head and pulled away.
"Not me," he promised. "Chief of Staff Jameson was hit. This is his blood, not mine. I'm okay, Baby." He gave her a once over and began to panic when he saw marks and spots of blood on her face and arms. "God, Bones, you're bleeding." He put a tender hand to the only bleeding wound he could see, just above her temple. He knew she wasn't shot and seemed to be okay, but his heart still pounded in his chest. "What happened, Babe?" he asked gently. "Are you alright?" Brennan nodded.
"I'm fine," she assured him. "When I heard the shots I dropped to the ground. Some people stepped on me. But I got up, I'm fine." Realization spread across Booth's face.
"The baby," he said. "They didn't… step on your stomach did they?" Brennan shook her head.
"I don't think so." Booth gripped her arms, but loosened his hold on her to avoid aggravating her injuries.
"You don't think so?" he repeated, his eyes full of intensity. "Bones, you have to get checked out by a paramedic." Brennan was about to argue, but maternal instinct kicked in before her usual stubbornness. She only nodded and allowed Booth to lead her to an ambulance with a strong arm around her shoulders.
"There are some bruises beginning to form on her abdomen," the paramedic told them. Booth and Brennan exchanged a fearful look. "I don't think the baby is in any danger, but I want you to come to the hospital to have an ultrasound, just to be safe." Brennan nodded and Booth squeezed her hand. "Hop in the back," he instructed them.
"You want to take me in the ambulance?" Booth smiled. Her being confident enough to be her stubborn self eased his fears a little. "Don't you have to use that for other patients who are more severely injured?" The paramedic shook his head.
"No, Chief of Staff Jameson was the only gunshot victim, and the others barely have scrapes. You're priority because of the possible danger to your baby. Now hop in the back." Brennan didn't argue anymore and let Booth help her into the back of the ambulance. They sat on the bench in the back and linked hands. Brennan rested her head on Booth's shoulder and he brushed a kiss to the top of her head.
"She's going to be fine," he said with more confidence than he was actually feeling. Brennan nodded, for once not correcting him that they didn't know if the baby was going to be a boy or a girl.
So there's the first chapter! I have big, big plans for our favorite dynamic duo in this one. I hope you keep with it!
