Six weeks later the dynamic between Brennan and Booth is noticeably, and unusually tense. Brennan is working on notes for a case, but can't seem to focus. She lays the notes aside, and goes to talk to Angela.
"I don't have the rendering done yet," Angela tells her without turning around.
"That's not why I'm here," Brennan admits.
Angela whirls around in her chair. "What's up sweetie?"
"I need to talk to you."
"About Booth?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"You two have been dancing around each other the last month and a half. Did something happen between the two of you?"
"I'm so confused."
"Did the two of you finally have sex? Was it bad?"
"No."
"To which one?"
"We didn't have sex."
"So what's going on between the two of you?"
"He slept with Cam."
"Yeah, they were in a relationship."
"No, he slept with Cam the day after New Years."
"Oh. Did she tell you that?"
"No. He told me, the next morning."
"What? Why?"
"He apologized for it."
"For having sex with her?"
"Yes."
"Why would he tell you that he had sex with her? I don't understand?"
"He told me that he wanted it to be me."
"What?" Angela nearly has an aneurysm.
"He told me that he loves me."
"You're kidding me."
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Bones questions.
"So what did you say?"
"Nothing. I didn't know what to say."
"You're supposed to say it back."
"I'm scared. What if I say it, and he takes it back. I mean he hasn't mentioned it since then. Or what if he decides that he wants to be with Cam?"
"He won't. He's not going to change his mind."
"How do you know?"
"Because he truly does love you. You love him back don't you?"
"But what will happen?"
"What do you mean?"
"What if I tell him that I do. What if our partnership gets severed? What if it doesn't work out?"
"Some times you just have to take a leap of faith."
"I don't know if I can. I've ruined every relationship that I've ever had with a man, except the one with him. What if we take our relationship beyond partners, and I mess it up? I don't want to lose him."
"Bren do you love him?"
"Of course," she answers quickly.
"Then tell him. Figure it out from there. Stop thinking with your brain. Sometimes you have to let your heart lead you where it wants you to go."
"Ok."
"Have you seen Cam this morning?"
"No. What time is it?"
Angela looks at her watch, "It's only fifteen after seven."
"She's usually here by the time I get here, or a couple minutes after."
"Maybe she's sick."
~~~~~~~~~
"Come on, I'm going to be late for school," Michelle yells.
Cam doesn't respond. Michelle beats on Cam's bathroom door. She twists the knob, and finds that it's unlocked. She takes a step into the bathroom and finds Cam with her head in the toilet emptying her stomach.
"That's lovely. Are you ok?"
Cam gives her a thumbs up. Finally she finishes throwing up. She moves to the sink and begins brushing her teeth.
"You look terrible," Michelle points out.
Cam finishes brushing her teeth. "Go to school."
"I need a ride."
"Take the car," she tells her.
"Aren't you going to work?"
"No,"she answers.
"You've got to."
"Take a cab, I don't care how you get to school. Just go."
"What's wrong?"
"Michelle!"
"Fine, I'll have Kailey pick me up."
"Good."
Five minutes later Cam hears a horn honking outside. She hears the door slam, as she collapses back into her bed. She dials Temperance.
"Brennan," the voice on the other end answers.
"It's me."
"Cam are you coming in?"
"No you're in charge today. I'm sick."
"What's wrong with you?"
"I've got the flu," she lies.
"Ok. I hope you feel better."
"Thanks, bye," Cam hangs up.
When Michelle gets home from school Cam is sleeping. She makes dinner, and then goes in to wake Cam up. Michelle carefully climbs into bed next to Cam. She peels back part of the covers.
"Hey wake up," she tells her.
"I don't want to," Cam answers.
"I made dinner."
"I'm not hungry."
"You've got to eat."
"No," Cam argues.
"Now!" Michelle demands.
"Fine."
Cam slowly makes her way to the kitchen. Michelle is at the table waiting on her. Cam hasn't even sat down yet when she catches a whiff of the garlic bread. She throws her hand over her mouth and runs out of the room. Michelle follows close behind. She grabs her hair as she throws up. She takes the ponytail off her wrist and uses it to keep Cam's hair out of the toilet. When Cam finally finishes she gets up and brushes her teeth. Michelle just looks at her.
"What?" Cam asks.
"You don't have the flu," Michelle points out.
"I'm the doctor," Cam reminds her.
"It doesn't take a doctor to figure out what's wrong with you."
"There's nothing wrong with me," Cam answers.
"Go back to bed," Michelle advises.
"I slept all day. I don't want to sleep anymore."
"You know you're still wearing pajamas."
"They're clean. I showered and put on fresh ones."
"Did you go anywhere today?"
"No," she answers.
Michelle walks out of the room.
"Where are you going?"
"To the drugstore. I'll be back in twenty."
Cam doesn't attempt to stop her.
When Michelle reaches the counter the cashier gives her a dirty look full of shame.
"It's not for me," she answers.
"That's what they all say."
Michelle just watches as the cashier rings up the ginger ale, saltines, and two pregnancy tests.
"Here," Michelle hands her Cam's credit card.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," the clerk tells her.
"Look lady, it's not for me. I wouldn't be this calm if it were for me."
"Whatever."
Michelle returns home and finds Cam sitting in the living room watching the news. She pours a glass of ginger ale and heads into the living room with the other purchases.
"Here," she hands Cam the glass.
Cam just looks at her. "Got you these too," she sits the crackers out of the bag.
"Thank you."
"And these," Michelle dumps the rest of the bag onto the coffee table.
"I'm not pregnant," Cam tells her.
"Did you take a test?"
"No. But I'm not pregnant," Cam assures her.