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After a short nap, Booth awoke because of the pain in his lower back. He decided that his bed would be more comfortable so walked carefully up the stairs and moved cautiously onto the bed where he stayed most of the day. Brennan, checking on him periodically, finally carried her laptop upstairs and propped herself up on the bed, her back against the headboard.

After a fitful sleep, Booth woke up, yawned, attempted to stretch and grunted in pain. Grabbing his left arm, he rode out the waves of pain radiating down his arm to his finger tips. Feeling the mattress move, he became aware of Brennan leaning over him.

"Booth, are you alright?"

Opening his eyes, Booth flashed her a smile. "Sure, just a little stiff, that's all."

Not sure if he was telling her the truth, Brennan stared at his face and noticed the wrinkles in his forehead. "If you're in pain, I wish you would tell me."

Leaning up, he pecked her on the lips. "It's just a little pain, Bones. Don't worry about it."

Her movements awkward, Brennan moved to the edge of the bed and then placed her hand on the nightstand. Standing, she turned to look back at her husband. "I'm going to get you something for the pain."

After she left the room, Booth closed his eyes, rolled his shoulders a little and then stopped moving when the pain raced down his arm again. Opening his eyes, he noticed the clock on the nightstand and sat up. Calling out to Brennan, Booth fussed at her. "Damn it Bones, It's after four. I wanted to go into work this afternoon to check on Clark's progress. I told you to wake me up at noon."

Entering the bedroom, Brennan carried a glass of water and a pill over to the bed. "You were shot less than seventeen hours ago, Booth. I think you're allowed to take a few days off when you've been shot. In fact, I think you should take the rest of the week off. I'm not going to work for the rest of the week, so I can keep you company."

Uncertain what was going on, Booth took the pill, popped it into his mouth and then took the glass from her hands. "Who are you and what have you done with my partner?"

Startled, Brennan placed her hand on his forehead. "Are you alright? Are you feeling confused or light headed?"

Swallowing the pill, Booth finished off the glass of water and then handed the glass back to her. "Too literal, Bones. I just meant that if I got out my dictionary and looked up workaholic your picture would be printed next to the word."

Anxious, Brennan took the glass from him and stared at him. After debating with herself for a few seconds, she spoke. "I'm going to tell you something and I don't want your alpha male tendencies to take over, Booth. I want you to just listen before you jump to conclusions."

Wary, Booth's eyes were riveted on her. "What?"

After placing the glass on the dresser, Brennan came back to the bed and sat down next to Booth. "I'm on maternity leave as of yesterday morning. Cam won't let me back at the Lab until after the baby is born. Since I'm going to be home, then I want you to stay home the rest of this week and recover properly from your wound. I can monitor the wound for infection and you can keep me company for a few days while I adjust to doing nothing."

Nervous, Booth placed his hand on her hip. "Why? Why can't you go to work?"

Feeling his hand grip her hip tightly, Brennan licked her lower lip. "Because all gunshot wounds should be taken seriously Booth, even yours."

Irritated, Booth glared at her. "I meant why do you have to stay home? Stop being evasive and tell me what's going on."

Placing her hand on her stomach, Brennan tried to assure him. "I'm fine, Booth. My due date is in five weeks and even though I have had very strong Braxton Hicks Contractions lately, I'm only into my 35th week so you don't have anything to worry about. It isn't unusual."

As calmly as he could, Booth asked her to explain. "Why does Cam want you to stay home, Bones? It's a simple question and I want an answer."

Gripping his arm, Brennan told him the truth. "I fainted at work yesterday morning while in my office. Hodgins was in the room with me and panicked unnecessarily. He created a huge production and called in Cam who checked my vitals and found my blood pressure to be low. It's probably hypotension and I told her that. To be certain though, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning."

Afraid, Booth's mouth felt dry. After he swallowed twice, he felt his heart rate increasing. "Bones, why the hell didn't you call me about this? Is this dangerous? Are you in danger?"

She had known he would over react. Brennan could see the naked fear on Booth's face. "This is probably nothing to worry about. Only in severe cases can it be life-threatening. My obstetrician should be able to tell me if it's something I need to worry about. I think I was just careless and stood up too quickly and caused Postural hypotension. That is treatable by just taking my time when I stand up. I'm fairly certain that Cam overreacted. Certainly Hodgins did."

Not assured, he moved over to the side of the bed, stood up and then walked around the bed. Sitting next to her, Booth placed his right arm around her shoulders, pulling her against him. "Bones, if anything were to happen to you . . . You can't leave me. You need to take care of this problem. Cam is right, you stay home and I'll take medical leave to recover. I . . . I . . ."

Placing her arm around his waist, Brennan assured him. "Booth, don't worry, I'm fine. I just stood up too quickly. Cam was just looking for an excuse to make me go on maternity leave. I think I make her nervous."

"You make her nervous." Booth snorted. "Her nervous? God Bones, I'm going with you to the appointment."

"I know." Releasing him, Brennan stood up slowly, her hand on his shoulder for support. "Now stop worrying. Are you hungry?"

Yawning, Booth shook his head. "Damn, why am I so sleepy?"

He looked so tired as well as worried. Brennan knew that he wasn't going to calm down completely until they saw her physician. She knew him so well. "It's probably the pain medicine you just took."

Sighing, Booth shook his head. "If I fall asleep make sure you wake me up around seven. There's a game on that I want to see." Yawning, Booth moved back on to the bed and laid down. "Damn pills."

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His right knee bobbing up and down, Booth sprawled on the chair in the examination room, listened as Brennan talked on the phone. "Yes, he's fine. The wound was shallow. . . . No, he's going to take the rest of the week off . . . I'm fine, Angela . . . No, Angela, Dr. Kramer is . . . . No, Angela, I . . . Yes, Angela, I will call you as . . . I need to hang up now, Angela . . . Bye . . . Yes, bye."

Amused, Booth opening his eyes and patted her knee. "Man, Angela sure is a worry wart."

Reaching over and placing her hand om Booth's Bobbing knee Brennan held his knee firmly down. "She's not the only one."

Straightening up, Booth glanced at her hand on his knee and then placed his hand over it. "I love you, Bones. I don't want anything to happen to you."

The door opened and Dr. Kramer entered the room. "Everything looks fine, Temperance. I think you were right when you said that the fainting was caused by standing too quickly. You're blood pressure is a little low, but not dangerously low, so I'd like you to keep track of it at home. Do you have a blood pressure monitor at home?"

Nodding her head, Brennan answered him. "Yes, I do."

"Good." Glancing at his paper work and then back at Brennan he frowned. "I would like you to take a reading every morning and every evening. Keep a careful eye on it and call in your numbers every three or four days." Closing the folder, he decided he needed to be firm with his patient. "I do think it's a good idea for you to take maternity leave. I know you don't think it's necessary but I'd like to make sure that you aren't under any undo stress right now." Moving his gaze to Booth's arm sling, he shook his head. "Less stress anyway."

Annoyed, Booth shifted his sling and glared at the obstetrician. "Hey, this wasn't my fault."

Ignoring him, Dr. Kramer smiled at Brennan. "Do you have any questions?"

Brennan placed her hand on Booth's shoulder and stood up slowly. "No, I don't."

After his wife was standing, Booth stood up as well. "I do, if her blood pressure gets lower what happens next?"

Dr. Kramer wanted to be very clear what would happen. "Then we will admit Temperance into the hospital for further tests."

Brennan pulled on Booth's right hand, moved across the room, her partner following her. Arriving at the door, Brennan looked back. "Thank you for seeing me today."

Sitting on the edge of his desk, Dr. Kramer gave her a warm smile. "Take care, Temperance."

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Sitting in the car in the parking lot of the medical center, Booth leaned over and kissed Brennan. "Thank God, you're alright."

Brennan smiled and returned his kiss. "I told you that there wasn't anything wrong, Booth."

Turning the key, Booth heard the engine start smoothly. "Well, he does want you to keep track of your blood pressure, so there is something for me to worry about . . . How about we go up to West Virginia for a few days? It's quiet up there and we can both just relax and take it easy."

Concerned that Booth was taking on too much, Brennan stared at his sling. "Are you sure you should be driving long distances with one arm? Perhaps we should stay home until your arm is out of the sling."

Pouting, Booth backed the car out of the parking slot. Driving through the parking lot and then out on to the street, he finally responded. "Maybe I shouldn't."

Her gaze now on the buildings as they passed them, Brennan made him an offer. "I could ask Dad to drive us up there."

Booth responded quickly. "No way, Bones. I wanted to go up there and be alone with you. Three's a crowd. We'll just stay home."

Amused, Brennan turned to stare at her Partner. "Perhaps you could help me do some research for a new book I'm thinking about doing."

Curious, Booth had a rather unpleasant thought. "You aren't going to kill off Andy are you? You said a few weeks ago that you might do that."

Staring at an ambulance as it sped past them, Brennan thought about it and then answered. "No, I've changed my mind. I think Kathy is too attached to Andy and why make her sad?"

Flashing her a smile, Booth agreed. "We definitely wouldn't want to make Kathy sad."

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