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Brennan felt as though the world was at a standstill. Breathing heavily, she pulled herself up from the messy pile on the floor and looked at the stick that was laying on the bathroom counter. She almost fell back down when she saw the tiny screen. The little possitive sign was mocking her. Visions of that night six weeks ago kept popping into her mind. That night that her and Booth had silently agreed never happened.
She was interrupted from her trance with her cell phone ringing.
"Brennan."
"We've got a case."
Pulling up to the crime scene, both partners were silent. For the past six weeks, they had avoided each other as much as possible. On one case, Brennan even assigned Wendall to go out into the field with Booth. But she was pass that. She could compartmentalize.
"Female. Approximately eight to ten years of age."
"Damn it, she was just a kid." Booth hated these cases. And even though she didn't show it, Brennan hated them even more.
"Trachea's crushed. Probably from strang-" Running off a couple of feet, Brennan emptied her stomach.
"Bones, you alright over there? You sick?" Booth looked down at the body. This was the first time Brennan felt even slightly grossed out by a body.
"I'm fine Booth. I need the body and some samples of the surrounding area sent to the lab. Also, you need to get a team out here to look for the second body."
That took Booth by surprise. "Second body?"
"Yeah." Brennan spoke, almost sadly, "These bones here, don't belong to these remains. They're smaller, belonging to a four to five year old." She told him, pointing to a femur, patella, and and tiny ilium.
Brennan felt a rush of emotions on the way back to the lab. Child murders were the worst. And that, coupled with her newfound prenancy hormones, made her want to speak to her best friend.
"Sweetie! Are you alright? You look pale." Angela greeted Brennan at the front door of the Hodgins mansion.
"Don't scream, and don't be disappointed in me." Brennan pleaded with her.
"What did you do? Did you throw away that hot dress I bought you yesterday?" Angela asked.
"I'm pregnant." Brennan had to hold her fingers over her ears when Angela gave a deafening scream. "I said don't scream."
"I just can't believe you're pregnant! Is it John's?" Angela rushed to hug her best friend. "Our babies are going to be best friends!"
"Angela, you can't possibly know that. What if they hate each other?" Brennan questioned logically. "And, Angela, I don't know who the dad is." She said the last part quietly.
"What? Did you have a one night stand with someone?"
"It could be Johns. Or it could be Booth's." Brennan's head fell down after her admission.
"BOOTH'S?" Angela screamed. "You had sex with Booth? Are you two a couple?"
"Yes, and no."
"Why no? You guys had sex! Was it everything you've dreamed of?" Angela couldn't believe this. There was a chance that Bren and Booth were going to have a baby. They finally did it!
"I don't really feel comfortable discussing the details, but John broke up with me, and Booth was there. And we were drinking. I blame the alcohol."
"Oh sweetie, don't blame the alcohol, this was bound to happen eventually. What are you going to do if it's Booth's? Are you going to tell him?" What if it was John's. That would definitely crush Booth's heart.
"No. It's my child, I have no intention of telling either man."
"Oh sweetie, you have to." Angela pleaded. "Booth will want to be there for his child. You know he'd be an amazing dad."
"Angela, if I told him that there was a chance it was his, he would be crushed if it turned out not to be. I'm only thinking about his feelings." That was her logical thought. But really she was scared. For the first time in her life, Temperence Brennan was scared.
A/N: I'm not really sure how I feel about this story line. Please let me know if you think I should continue.
