Okay guys, so in the "A Shot in the Dark" promo, at around the 14 second mark, Brennan's mom grabs her hands and to me, Brennan looks pregnant. (If you're on Tumblr, I am the one who started that whole speculation thing.)

I know, I know, total crack scenario, but give it a chance! I think this would be a great plot twist! :)

Enjoy! :)

It had been her and Booth's sweet little secret.

Brennan had found out that she was pregnant again nearly two months ago, and now, entering the beginning of her fourth month, she was barely beginning to show. Her and Booth had made plans to meet everyone at the Founding Fathers, and were going to begin telling people about their newest addition.

They had both been completely overjoyed with the thought that Christine was going to become a big sister, but that joy soon vanished, when an unknown shooter arrived in the lab.

Brennan was examining remains, it was a little late, and all she wanted to do was get home to Booth, Christine, and even Sweets.

She didn't hear the shooter come in. In fact, she didn't hear anybody until she heard a harsh whisper.

"Ah, so you're the lovely Dr. Temperance Brennan..."

Brennan whipped around quickly, she was only able to see a man in a black mask holding a gun, before she heard the muffled gunshot and felt the stinging pain in her side.

She fell to the ground quickly, trying to catch herself on a small equipment table, but missed and fell on to the hard floor.

She watched her perpetrator vanish, and soon all she could think about was the pain. The stinging in her side felt like someone had plunged in a knife and had just twisted it over and over again. She felt her clothes begin to soak with the warm feel of blood, the coppery smell overwhelming her senses. She was getting light headed, and her vision turned completely red from loss of blood. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, and her eyes lids grew heavy. She tried to fight it, but her body couldn't deal with the blood loss. She silently pleaded for Booth to come, but soon, her eyes closed, and they didn't reopen.

Booth:

When Bones didn't arrive home at nine, I knew something was up. We had made a deal when she found out she was pregnant again that she'd be home at or before nine o'clock.

I tried her cellphone, but she didn't pick up. I tried her office phone, no answer there either. Bones absolutely hates it when she misses putting Christine to bed due to a case, so I picked Christine up off her playmat, and carried her out to the car.

I drove to the Jeffersonian casually, not suspecting anything to be wrong. Just Bones being Bones and loosing track of time.

When I pulled into my designated spot in the Jeffersonian parking lot, I grabbed Christine's stroller out of the back of my Toyota, and then Christine out of the back seat.

I wheeled her through the parking garage to the elevator that would take us to the hallway that the lab was a part of.

We walked through the sliding glass doors, and when I didn't see Bones on the platform, I guess you could say my blood pressure rose a bit. The whole lab seemed dark, even her office. It wasn't until I saw a faint stream of light coming from her examining room that I figured out where she was.

I pushed Christine over to the doorway, and stepped inside myself. I opened my mouth to say hello to Bones, but that's when I noticed she was on the ground, laying in a pool of her own blood.

I yelled for help first, not knowing if there was a night watchman on duty. Then I called 911, then a tech-team in from the Bureau. I abandoned Christine in her stroller, and rushed towards Bones. The sight made me sick. Blood, there was so much of it. I weakly fell to my knees, then leaned over her, feeling for a pulse. It was weak, but it was there.

The paramedics arrived sooner than I thought they would, and soon Bones was being loaded onto a gurney and wheeled out of the lab. I grabbed Christine out of her stroller, and rushed after the paramedics. My daughter was just as scared and as frightened as I was, after all, we had both just witnessed the same thing. The woman who meant the most to both of us, laying in a large pool of her own blood. However, it wasn't just the fact that I had just discovered Bones practically dead on the floor, it was the fact that I knew one thing no one but her and I knew about. Her pregnancy. With the amount of blood that was on the floor back there, and the gunshot wound Bones sustained to her side, there's a high chance she herself won't make it. But there's an even higher chance that our unborn child not making it.

And those facts, scared the living shit out of me.

Sound interesting? Like I said, total crack scenario, but I think it would be interesting! Should I continue? If I do, I'll have this story finished before "A Shot in the Dark" aires. Review for me! Let me know your thoughts! :)