Chapter 2
Sitting in a booth at the Royal Diner, Booth looked up from his dinner of a burger and fries to meet the gaze of the young and annoying Lance Sweets. Sweets slid in next to Booth, and when he tried to grab a french-fry Booth slapped his hand away.
"Is there any particular reason you're here, Sweets?" Booth questioned. The young doctor cleared his throat.
"As a matter of fact, there is," was his reply. "I thought now would be a good time to talk about the relationship shared by Dr. Brennan and yourself, and the stress that having a child might put on that relationship." Booth and Brennan glanced at each other, and then shook their heads.
"It's nice of you to offer, but if you don't mind we'd just like to enjoy our meal," Booth told Sweets, slapping him on the back. Sweets sighed as he got up, sensing that he had been dismissed.
"Fine, but if you find that you want to talk-"
"Under the unlikely circumstance that we want to put the future of relationship in the hands of psychology, we will come to you first," Brennan told him, before she went back to her spaghetti. Booth heard the ding from the bell on the door that let him know Sweets was gone, and then from his window seat, he Sweets walk down the sidewalk before getting into his car and driving away.
Brennan's phone rang, and she took a moment to glance at the caller ID before she answered it.
"The remains have arrived, Dr. B!" Came Hodgins' excited voice.
"Okay, Hodgins. I will be there as soon as possible." She looked up at Booth and told him the news, then began shoveling the remaining noodles into her mouth.
"Whoa, there, Bones! Slow down," Booth commented on his partner's sudden eating frenzy. Brennan looked up to meet his gaze as she chewed.
"During pregnancy, about fifty percent of food consumed daily should be carbohydrates," she informed him.
"Come on, Bones," he said pulling her up. "I'll buy you some more later. Cross my heart"
"I don't know what that means."
"It means I promise," Booth replied, leaving a tip, paying the bill, and leading Brennan out of the restaurant and into his car. He put the car in gear and began driving in the direction of the Jeffersonian.
Minutes later, Brennan stood above the body clad in her lab coat and latex gloves. She studied the body, and it saddened her to see that girl had been beaten before her demise. There were two fractured ribs, three broken phalanges, and severe damage to both the tibia and the fibula. She was quit certain, though, that the cause of death had been a blow to the posterior cranium. She told this to Booth, and she was met with raised eyebrows. She sighed and told the version that she knew he would understand.
"The victim suffered from two fractured ribs, three broken fingers, and a very bad blow to the back of the head, which was most likely cause of death."
"See, Bones, wasn't it easier just to say that the first time?" He asked. Brennan thought about the question.
"No, I don't believe that it was," She answered. Booth just shook his head and glanced at his watch. He was surprised to see that it was almost nine already.
"Come on, Bones," He said. "Let's head home." Brennan shook her head.
"I would much rather stay here. There is still so much to do…"
"The body will still be dead in the morning," he told her. Bones stripped of her gloves, throwing them away, and shrugged out of her lab coat, walking over to hang it up in her office. Pulling on her jacket, and then taking Booth's hand, they walked out of the Jeffersonian together.