"He was on leave for two weeks. We decide to meet in Thailand so we could talk. We both decided that it would be best if we kept our friendship intact..."
Angela cuts her off, "Was this before or after you had sex?"
"After," Temperance admits.
"It was that bad?"
"It wasn't bad."
"So why did you decide to..."
"I don't know," Temperance shrugs.
"Brennan you're having his baby."
Temperance looks at her stomach for a brief moment. "He doesn't need to know."
"He's going to find out."
"Not unless you tell him."
"He's going to find out that you're pregnant."
"How?"
"It might not be that obvious right now, but it will be soon enough."
"I don't want him to know."
"Why not?"
"Angela please..."
"Fine. Don't listen to me. He'll never forgive you if you don't tell him."
"I don't know that I want to come back to work at the Jeffersonian."
"You can't just runaway."
"I'm not trying to runaway. I just think that..."
"You can't raise a baby at the sight of an archeological dig."
"I didn't say I was planning on it."
"So what is your plan? Runaway, and keep the truth from Booth forever?"
"I don't know," she shrugs, "Can we please just go?"
"Fine," Angela answers putting the keys back into the ignition.
She walks into the room, praying that Booth hasn't arrived yet. She looks around, and finds only Cam standing before them. She breathes a sigh of relief.
"How have you been?" Cam questions.
"Fine," Temperance answers.
"Angela how was Paris?"
"Beautiful," she admits.
Temperance tosses her bag aside, and joins them. Cam looks at her, but says nothing.
"What?" she questions.
"Nothing," Camille bites her tongue.
"What were you going to say?" Temperance queries.
"You're glowing," she admits.
"It must be the tan," Temperance brushes it off.
"That's not what you meant was it?" Angela questions.
Cam shakes her head.
"You think that..." Temperance trails off.
"Are you pregnant?" Cam questions in confusion.
Temperance looks at Angela.
"Don't look at me," Angela insists.
"I...um..." she finds her self at a loss for words.
"I don't need to know, if you don't want me to," Cam adds.
"It's not that."
"So you are?" Cam tries to clarify.
"Yes," she nods, "I am."
"You don't seem particularly excited about it."
"It's complicated," she admits.
"I won't tell him," Cam blurts out, before she has time to think.
"Tell who?" Brennan quizzes.
"I just assumed since you said that it was complicated that... never mind."
"He is," Angela reveals.
"Angela!"
"What, sweetie?"
"The whole world doesn't need to know."
"They're going to find out sooner or later," Angela points out.
"I'd prefer that it's later," Temperance admits.
"I shouldn't have said anything," Cam shakes her head.
"He's going to know, whether not I tell him, isn't he?" Temperance questions.
"He probably won't notice," Cam lies.
"Is it that noticeable?"
"No... sweetie it's not something that a guy will notice," Angela clarifies.
"To be honest, I'm not sure that I ever want him to know."
Angela looks at her watch. "It's time," she announces.
"Ok," Temperance nods.
She meets him at their spot. He embraces her.
"You hungry?" he questions.
"Not really."
"I thought we could grab a bite, and talk."
"Talk about what?"
"There's something that I need to tell you," he admits.
"Do we need to be eating for me to tell you?"
"No."
"What is it?"
"I'm glad to see you."
"That's it?"
"No."
"So what is it?"
"Bones, I met someone. Her name is Hannah."
"Oh..."
"You don't seem excited."
"Just surprised," she lies.
"Come on. I'll tell you all about her," he insists.
"Ok," she agrees.
She follows him to the dinner. He orders their usual. She listens, numbly as he tells her all about his new girlfriend.
"You haven't touched your fries," Seeley points out.
"I'm not hungry."
"Something bothering you Bones?"
"No. I'm just not hungry."
"So is there anything new with you?"
"Nope," she lies.