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I don't own Bones

When Booth made an early appearance at the Diner to collect a coffee, wearing the same clothes as the day before, Brennan's ever attentive mind quickly came to a distressing conclusion. Her anxiety grew with each piece of evidence reflected in her friend's demeanour; the expressionless face, the sluggish posture, the restricted, seemingly painful gait – translating to Brennan as a night most likely spent on the couch.

Indisputably, Booth's chat with Hannah had not gone well.

As his eyes met hers – he felt a small glimmer of comfort. Powered as if by a mind of their own, his legs got him to where she was sat at their table and he managed a weak smile before sitting himself down across from her. Not knowing what to do with her eyes and feeling unusually nervous, Brennan looked down at the coffee that was warming her hands.

"Hey, Bones, you're up early"

"I could say the same for you Booth. I know that you are not typically a morning person." She snuck a look at him through the veil of her lashes and noticed his expression barely changed though his eyes dropped to the table.

"I am concerned that it may be related to your chat with Hannah..." She paused, then hesitated, "Though I may not know exactly what to say, Booth... you are very welcome to talk with me about it. I am quite good at listening and have been advised on a number of occasions by Dr Sweets that it can be rather cathartic to discuss matters that have a direct impact on your personal life"

Booth smiled – genuinely touched by her nervous attempt to reassure him. On the edge of his conscious thoughts, he wondered why Sweets would have advised her to talk on numerous occasions though it didn't hold enough weight, in light of his problems to warrant questioning her about it.

"Thanks Bones, you're right."

"I was simply repeating Dr Sweets' statement as I know you hold credence to the soft science of psychology so, I take no credit for its' accuracy, however, I do feel it holds some truth..."

"No, I mean – you're right. About Hannah – she's pregnant."

"Oh... well, I know ideally you would want to be married to have another child though, I would have imagined, given the fact that you are a very skilled father that you would be showing more classic signs of happiness for your impending fatherhood"

"Well, that's just the thing. She's insistent on, you know," He rolled his hand to try and extract the term from her, though, obviously, she sat there – eyebrows raised, patiently waiting for him to just spit it out, metaphorically speaking.

"terminate... She doesn't want to go through with it."

"Ohhh!" Her tone was drawn out in realisation. Temperance's gaze involuntarily returned to the table before she thought to shift eyes back to study the minute manifestations of thought written across his face – expressions that she had come to decipher so well over the last seven years. For someone who had a limited natural understanding of body language and gesticulations, Brennan had come to rely somewhat on Booth's reactions as her compass for navigating her way through the interpretation of such an incoherent and confusing world. She derived a certain comfort from it and an intimacy that she would never share the knowledge of with him, despite her dependency on it.

"...yeah..." It was the first time an official term was used for what was the apparent fate of his baby and it felt unsettling to admit it out-aloud as reality hit home.

"Abortion really is a paradox for both the evolutionary progression and your theory of creation Booth. With the survival of the fittest – it's only natural that a mother would do anything to secure her bloodline and, well," registering the hurt in his eyes, her tone softened, "Booth, I understand that you would be quite disturbed by your religious conscience. I am sorry – it is quite unexpected."

"Oh, Bones, it's not just that. It's just... it's my baby in there you know? A little miracle"

"Has Hannah considered adoption?"

"I suggested it but, no. Even that – I would be happy with."

She brought her coffee up to her lips, "I have recently enquired about adopting, Booth"

"Really?" He was honestly surprised.

"Really. I would be quite willing to adopt this baby should it in anyway have Hannah reconsider her intention to abort"

He gave a disbelieving laugh, "Bones, that's not something that you don't give serious thought to! I mean – I am really touched that you would even consider it but, really, you've known of the situation for, what? Ten minutes?"

"Booth, you seem to forget – I was, only recently, quite willing to have your child, I am more than willing to adopt, if I could get through the red ribbons associated with international adoption. It would be an ideal fix for your worried conscience, Hannah's aversion to motherhood, my desire for progeny, and... the embryo or foetus that you so affectionately, though incorrectly call a baby. I don't make suggestions that I don't fully intend on following through, Booth. You know that."

Booth was beyond flabbergasted. He sat, wide and wet-eyed, processing his thoughts before shaking his head in wonder, "Bones – you say you don't have an open heart," He smiled tenderly, shaking his head again, "I say you've got so much damn heart – you just... you just don't know what the hell to do with it."

Once again she surprised Booth by completely ignoring his use of the exaggerated and greatly debated heart metaphor and... where those tears in her eyes? She avoided his sight, "I am learning Booth." She paused, a ketchup smudge on the tablecloth holding her interest as she continued, slowly and thoughtfully, "Though I never held any interest nor desire to develop my knowledge base on the metaphorical heart or love, I find myself responding irrationally to the concept. It's actually quite confusing and I incorrectly assumed that an extended amount of time away from certain stimulus would have resolved it to some extent."

She caught herself before she went too far and gulped her remaining coffee before getting up from the table, "so, were you able to locate Amelia Gossell, Booth?"

He respected her diversion tactic and fell in step beside her, resisting the overwhelming desire to 'guy' hug the crap out her, "Ah, no Bones, I thought I would talk to the owners first, though, you're probably right, I'll get Charlie to pull her details. Let's see how Hodgins is going with time of death and we can take it from there hey?"

"Ok Booth."

They made their way wordlessly. Just as Booth and Brennan were about to enter the lab, she stopped and without making eye contact she said, "Just so you are aware, Booth, giving the imminent action that Hannah intends to take, if you don't discuss my offer with her this morning – I will call her myself."

He smiled and gave her a reassuring sideways glance, "thanks, Bones."

Never had so much emotion filled those two simple words of appreciation.