Week 1 – Sunday, Noon

Seeley and Temperance stood by her car at the entrance to the park. Her driver's side door was open and she stood in the opening to the car's cockpit. Seeley stood on the other side of the door, his arms resting atop the window frame. Deep in conversation, they missed the indulgent looks and smiles on the FBI and Jeffersonian technicians' faces as they passed to and from the crime scene. For all intents and purposes, Seeley and Temperance looked like teenage sweethearts, trying to prolong the moment before they had to go their separate ways.

"So when do you think the 'Squint Squad' will have any results?" Seeley asked.

Temperance looked at him playfully, "You know it will take at least a couple of hours for the techs to identify, pack and transport the evidence and remains to the Jeffersonian."

He smiled, "Yeah…are you going to stay here and supervise? Or…"

Her expression changed from amusement to outright smoldering, "Got something else in mind for me to do?" She tugged on the waist of the jumpsuit.

His smile grew broader; "I can think of a couple of things…" he started. When Temperance moved her hand up to pull the jumpsuit fabric away from just above her breasts, Seeley reached out and gently batted her hand away. "What's the matter with you?"

Temperance rotated her shoulders and then placed her hands on them. "I don't know!" she said, becoming more agitated. "This jumpsuit seems extremely uncomfortable today!" She moved her hand to the collar.

Seeley moved her hand away, "Well, stop pawing at yourself!" And then, "That's my job!" Temperance let loose a laugh. "Are you pregnant or something?"

The laughter died on her lips and her happy expression turned to one of shock. "No!" she said loudly. Almost too loudly. Her adamancy shocked both her and Seeley. In a lower tone she said, "No, I'm not pregnant. None of my other clothes seem tight or constricting."

"Maybe you're just bloating. Are you having any cramps?" Seeley said. Temperance, shocked again, looked at him. He continued, "Well, I mean it's pretty close to your…" he searched for the words. When he couldn't find them he said, "You know."

"My menstrual cycle?" she said, surprised that he knew her cycles at all. Seeley nodded uncomfortably. His still-prurient attitude towards sex, even with her, even after five years, was endearing. She smiled and said, "It's never affected me like this before." She paused a moment before poking him and saying with a smile, "Why are you tracking my cycles, anyway?"

Seeley started to explain, "Well, a husband should know when his wife's cycles are so that he can…"

"Know when to expect sex and when not to?" she challenged playfully.

Seeley looked at her just as playfully, "Well, I was going to say so that he knows when to accommodate her hormonal and personality shifts that accompany the state, and act accordingly." Temperance started to feel foolish for underestimating him again when he said, "But what you said is a good enough reason to as well," he smiled.

She smiled with him, while poking him with her finger. "I suppose you've got my cycles plotted out in your appointment book," she said ruefully, but tinged with amusement.

Seeley shook his head, "Nah," he smirked. "I let the computer do all that work. I've got it set up as recurring appointments on Outlook." Temperance's gentle poke became a not-so-hard love tap from her fist. "Ow!" he said.


Seeley entered his office softly humming the tune of The Miracles' 'Love Machine.' He removed his jacket and placed it on the back of his chair, leaving himself with his white dress shirt, undone at the collar and sleeves and his tie loosened around his neck. Still standing, he reached down and picked up his stack of messages. Resting his forearms on the chair's headrest, he quickly scanned through them; one from Rebecca, "Probably worried that I'm still in a funk from her, Brent and Parker moving to Alaska." A message from Parker, "Probably worried that I may be angry with him because he chose to move with his mom." Two from a potential witness on the BIC case. One from Caroline Julian, "Don't these people know what voice mail is for? Probably wants to yell at me for undue force on the rape suspect in the Cristoles case." And one, two, three messages from Jon. Seeing his surrogate father's name on the message sheets made him smile. He looked at all of pieces of paper, "No return number," he thought quizzically. He moved out onto the main office floor.

"Hey Chaz?" he called over the cubicles.

Agent Charlie Burns looked up from finishing his statement files and looked at Agent Booth, "Yep?" he called back.

Seeley held up the three messages, "No return number for Jon?"

Chaz shook his head, "No sir. He said he's not carrying a cell phone."

Seeley smiled, "He never did like those, did he?" Chaz shook his head and returned the smile. Seeley continued, "Did he mention what he wanted to talk about?"

Chaz maintained the head shaking, "The only thing he said was that he's here in Washington and would like to get together sometime."

Shocked, Seeley said, "He's here? In D. C.? Now?"

Chaz nodded. "He said he would try you again, later."

Seeley nodded and waved in acknowledgement. He turned and started to walk back to his desk, then turned abruptly and went back to the threshold. "Oh…and Chaz?" he pointed to him with the stack of messages. Chaz looked up at him again. "I told you before; don't call me 'sir'." Chaz nodded sheepishly. Seeley walked back to seat himself behind his desk. He was truly intrigued. "Why wouldn't he and Cricket let us know they were coming into town?" He sat down, picked up the phone handset and began dialing Jon's boat number.


Standing in her office, Temperance felt immensely better. Out of the jumpsuit and back into her normal clothing, she felt free from the tugs, pulls and pinches of the other garment. She still couldn't figure out what the problem was as she held the jumpsuit up in front of her.

"What are you doing, Bren?" Angela said as she entered Temperance's office.

"I'm trying to figure out what the cleaners did to this," she returned.

"Why? What's wrong with it?" Angela asked.

Temperance shook her head as she laid it on her desk in front of her, "I don't know. It just didn't seem to fit as it normally does."

"Huh?" Angela said. "In what way?"

Still visually inspecting the garment, Temperance said, "It's difficult to explain." She looked at her friend. "It didn't seem to really fit right. It seemed tight in some areas, loose in other areas."

With a smile, Angela laughed, "Maybe you're pregnant." Temperance looked at her in shock. Angela's smile evaporated, "What?"

"That's exactly what Seeley said." When she saw that Angela didn't understand, she tried to clarify, "Seeley asked if I was pregnant."

At that moment, Doctor Jack Hodgin's voice cut through the office, "Who's pregnant?" Both Temperance and Angela looked toward the door to see Jack moving into the office. Looking straight at Angela he repeated, "Who's pregnant?"

Angela, realizing what he was getting at, looked at him reassuringly, "I'm not pregnant." Jack visibly relaxed. "Believe me, one right now is more than enough." Jack looked at her questioningly, almost hurt. She continued, "Sweetie, I love you to death. And yes we've got a nanny for little Zack, but I'm just not ready to be pregnant again."

"But later on?" Jack asked.

Angela smiled, "As many as you like."

Jack smiled and turned to Temperance, "So, you're pregnant." It was a statement, not a question.

"I'm not pregnant," Temperance said flatly.

"Are you sure?" Jack said. "Have you been to the doctor? We can probably run the test here…"

Before she could answer, Doctor Zack Addy and Doctor Miller Roache entered the office. "We're starting to get the evidence in from the case. Why is everyone in here?" Zack asked, looking around.

Jack turned and said, "Doctor Booth is pregnant."

Zack and Miller turned to Temperance, looks of happy surprise on their faces. "Congratulations, Doctor Booth!" Doctor Roache exclaimed.

Temperance said, almost in panic, "I'm not pregnant." She looked from Angela to Jack to Miller to Zack. When she realized everyone was looking at her expectantly, she clarified, "Seeley and I," she paused, "take precautions." She quickly looked away, surprised at her embarrassment..

Zack spoke up, "The failure rate for many contraception methods can be shockingly high." Temperance felt a queasy sensation in the pit of her stomach. Zack continued, "For instance, used perfectly, oral contraception failure rate is about 0.1 percent, and condom failure rate is 3 percent. And in typical, real-world use the oral contraception failure rate increases to 3 percent and condom failure rate jumps up to 12 percent." Temperance looked shocked.

Roache turned to Zack, "How do you know those statistics off the top of your head?"

Zack turned to him, "When Naomi and I were discussing our relationship…"

Temperance bolted from her office, through the gaggle of people and made a beeline towards the women's restroom; with Angela a few steps behind.

The three men watched in surprise as the two women ran down the hallway and disappeared into the restroom. Turning back to face each other, they were silent until Jack spoke up. "I sometimes feel the same way on those rare occasions the subject of you mating comes up, Zack."


Temperance knelt before the commode in the universal vomiting position, legs splayed, arms leaning on the rim, her head hanging over the open bowl. Angela stood over her, holding Temperance's hair to keep it out of the bowl and her face. With every abdominal contraction and expulsion of matter, Angela had to will herself not to follow suit. When a minute or so had passed between expulsions, Temperance reeled off a measure of toilet paper from the roll and wiped her face, mouth and nose. She dropped it into the bowl. Angela reached forward and pressed the manual flush button. She helped Temperance out of the stall, lest the smell of regurgitated matter set off another round of retching.

Angela edged Temperance to the sink where she rinsed the rancid taste from her mouth and face. "I can't be pregnant," Temperance said shakily.

"I don't know, Sweetie," Angela said. "Zack is pretty good with statistics. And this kind of looks like it."

"But it's afternoon, not morning," Temperance countered, her head still hovering above the running water in the sink basin.

Angela smiled, "Sweetie, just because they call it 'Morning Sickness' doesn't mean it only happens in the morning." Temperance looked at her friend's reflection in the mirror. Angela continued, "Any other symptoms? Are you late?" Temperance shook her head. "Fatigue? Bloating? Weight Gain? Mood Swings?"

Temperance started to shake her head, and then stopped. "I've had a bit of bloating, and a little fatigue lately. I just figured with my period coming on…" she shut off the water and reached for some paper towels.

"Well, just wait to see what that's like," Angela said. She continued, "If you get it. If you don't, then you should probably go see a doctor to verify it." Temperance stood up and adjusted her clothing. "Don't worry," Angela said, hugging her friend. "He'll think it's wonderful, and I'll be here to help you." Temperance closed her eyes and took a deep breath.


"Here they come," Roache said, spotting the two women coming back from the restroom.

As the two women reentered the office and Temperance moved back around to sit at her desk, Zack said, "I'm sorry if I upset you Doctor Booth. I was only trying to give you the odds…"

Temperance leaned back in her chair and, with her eyes shut, she waved Zack off and almost sighed, "That's okay Zack. It had nothing to do with what you were talking about." She opened her eyes and looked from one to the other, "And I'm not pregnant," she firmly stated.

Jack started, "But…"

Temperance cut him off, "And the next person who mentions pregnancy and my name in the same sentence is going to be fired. Understood?" She looked from one to another. No one looked to voice an objection. She took a deep breath, "All right, we've got a case coming in. A woman and two children." She looked at Roache, "Doctor Roache, Cam is going to assist with the soft tissue and chemical analysis. Do you have any concerns?"

Roache shook his head. "Who will be lead?"

Temperance said simply, "You."

He smiled and said, "No, I have no problem at all."

Looking at the smile on his face, she could understand why Cam had left the Jeffersonian to avoid any conflict of interests that may have arisen from them sleeping together. She smiled and said, "No, I didn't think you would."