A/N: Not mine. If they were, Brennan would do my homework, Anna would stalk Zach, Hodgins would buy me stuff, Angela would re-decorate my room, and Booth...

He'd go Federal on the asses of those who dislike me.

Chapter Three: Two squints and an Agent

"Sweetie, that's great!" Angela exclaimed, "And I take it Booth's the father?"

"It's the only logical answer. I slept with him about three months ago, after Sully left. Booth fits the time line better." Brennan replied softly, her cheeks blushing the tiniest bit.

"And you don't need to tell me how an alpha male like F.B.Eye candy here would be a great father. I've seen him with Parker," Angela said with a smile, not taking notice of the sudden colour returning to her friend's cheek.

"That he is," Temperance replied with a small smile, as she moved her right hand over her abdomen, as if she could already feel the life within her quickening.

"So," Angela pressed, "You going to tell Cam yet? She is our boss after all."

"I'l tell her if she asks," Brennan replied softly, "No sooner. I still need to get used to the idea."

"I understand sweetie."

"You don't understand Ange. You want kids. I don't. You and Hodgins are going out. Booth and I aren't."

"Ture." Jack interrupted, and received an elbow between his second and third ribs. "Okay!" He added, "Not all true."

"I don't know what that means," Brennan replied.

Three voices were added to the two in the hallway, and a bark was heard. Angela looked to Brennan, who nodded. The artist made her way to the door, admitting the two other 'squint squad members, along with three newcommers, and a black lab who wore a yellow helper dog collar.

"Shalom," One of the women, an Israili, murmured, nodding to each person in the room. Her skin was dark, as were her eyes and hair. She wore a pair of jeans and a white blouse, and on her head was a traditional viel. "I'm Special Agent Malika Daved," She said, introducing herself, "In light of today's events, I have been assigned as Booth's temporary partner."

"Hey, I'm Nessa." The second woman added, "I'm a forensic artist student… Miss Montanegro, I've been told that I'm to study under you." Her violently pink hair went to her mid-back, and was pulled into twin pigtails. She wore a bright purple shirt, and like the woman before her, she wore jeans.

"Hey, I'm Kaden, Cam's grad student," The last member of the small group, an easy-going male in his late twenties added, holding up one hand in greeting. His hair was blond, and it was cut close to his head.

"Agent Daved?" Booth questioned, getting no response. "Malika?" He tried, and the dog by her feet pawed at her leg getting her attention. The jet black dog then ran over to where Booth was now standing, one paw on his right shoe.

"Sorry Angent Booth." Malika said, "Did you say something?"

"Yes. May I talk to you outside?"

"Of course."

The two walked into the hallway, the dog making it's way over to Brennan.

"Agent Daved, listen. Don't talk." He started, "Just because you've been assigned to be my partner doesn't mean that you can replace Bones." He turned away, continuing to rant on about how he and Brennan were partners, and how she was 'his Bones.'

"Agent Booth, will you please look at me while you speak?" She asked, her tone like if she was talking to a young child.

"Why should I? You're just a substitute Cullen sent in to help solve Bones' case," He replied, turning around to face her before speaking, his voice dripping with dislike.

"Because I need to read your lips," She did not say, but sign in American Sign Language, her hands moving rapidly, "I'm Deaf."

"Why didn't you say so then?" Booth replied, signing in her language, alibet a bit slower, "Why didn't you just stay in Special Projects and not invade on my life. You should at least be in surveillance, rather than out in the field where you won't be able to hear gunshots."

"I've got Cocoa," Malika replied aloud, as she reached with one hand to pat the dog's head, "She's trained to take me down at the sound of gunshots."

"How'd you manage to get that animal into Bones' room?" Booth asked, still frustrated, "He may be a hearing dog, but this is serious care!"

"She," Malika started, emphasizing the animal's gender, "Is a trained and registered therapy dog."

"I don't care. Bones doesn't need some animal in her room, and I don't need you to replace her! I worked on my own before Bones, and I can continue without her."

"Here," Malika murmured, giving him her card, "Call me with anything you may think is a lead. I'll look into it."

"Fine," Booth replied, snatching the card from her hand and stormed back into Brennan's room. He took his seat again, ignoring the newcomers in his rage.

Malika walked down the hall, the short leash she had stored in her pocket now clipped onto Cocoa's collar.

A/N2: You like? Ehheh. Mal's me, Nessa's Anna... and Kayden, well, only Anna can guess (If she wants) who that is. R&R!