"I hate Booth!" Brennan declared decisively as she entered the room where the bones lay on a table. Daisy who was hunched over the examination table looked at her in confusion, and Brennan amended her words, "hate would be inaccurate, but I can't say I like him too much at the moment."
Had it been any other time, Brennan would have enjoyed the bug eyed look on Daisy's face; she made a mental note to share the look with Booth when she was feeling a little more gracious, but for now, she was just crabby.
"Dr. Brennan. Are you alright? You seem a little…emotional?" Daisy looked at her worriedly, and Brennan allowed herself a grim smile. "I'm fine. Just a little tired, that's all. Do we have any more information on the girl?"
"Right. As you previously noted, the woman seems to have been between 20, and 25 years of age. We did have all the bones carted from the wall including some that seemed to have been embedded in the construction. Hodgins is currently looking at the particles. I did however restructure the skeleton, and found these extra bones."
Brennan spoke in a soft voice, her earlier annoyance with Booth all but forgotten, "fetal bones."
Daisy looked at her mentor triumphantly, "exactly. I've never seen one before. But it appears to be a post mortem fetal extrusion. Obviously with the level of decomp and the skeletonization, we obviously can't see the placenta, or umbilical cord."
"Well, the separation of the fetal skeleton from the mother could have easily been due to external conditions. Coffin births are extremely rare, and with this level of skeletonization, it would be hard to make an accurate prediction," Brennan felt a deep pit form within her stomach. She held her lower abdomen unconsciously protecting her unknown child. In an uncharacteristic manner, Brennan walked away, deep in thought. The woman had been pregnant when she was murdered. The thought stuck with her as she pressed the speed dial button on her phone.
She had to speak to Booth.
"Bones!" Booth's head made an appearance at her office nearly two hours later.
"Where have you been?" Brennan sounded high strung, and her eyes flashed accusingly.
"Getting lunch," Booth smiled waving a brown bag in front of her. "Hungry?" he teased, and his face immediately fell when she frowned. "Is everything alright Bones? The baby?"
"Everything is fine Booth," Brennan sighed as she realized she had been worried about nothing. It had barely been a day since realizing her pregnancy, and she was already turning irrational. She didn't like the new her one bit; she could only hope she could handle this. "The baby is fine," she answered her tone softening.
"Hey!" Booth moved towards her concerned. He held the top part of her arms as he looked her in the eye. "Are you alright? What's going on? Morning sickness? Mood swings? I'm all prepared," he announced rather smugly.
"Morning sickness? Who's pregnant? Don't tell me the dead girl is," Caroline's voice boomed from the hallway. The attorney wore her trademark smirk as she upraised the atmosphere in the office. Her eyes narrowed, and she was blunt as usual, "are you kids having a baby?"
"Yes," Brennan answered absent mindedly while Booth shouted an emphatic, "no."
Caroline's eyebrows shot up to the top of her skull, "which one is it cherie? Yes or no?" Her voice belied humor in its tone, and her eyes dared them to amuse her.
Brennan looked at Booth who merely shrugged before replying. "Yes. We're having a baby. And the dead girl, as you put it does not have morning sickness, well because she's deceased. And yes, she was 7 months pregnant at the time of her death."
Booth gasped silently understanding Brennan's earlier anxiety. He rubbed the small of her back as though silently comforting her, and she looked at him gratefully.
"Excuse me?" Caroline froze in her spot; speechless for the first time in her life.
"The dead girl. She was pregnant. We found the fetal remains along with her bones," Brennan frowned as she spoke slower, and louder while wondering if Caroline's hearing had been compromised.
"No, not that. The part about you and Mr. Hotstuff here having a baby."
"Ah yes. We are having a baby," Brennan smiled at Booth who merely winked at her before kissing her on the cheek. He pulled her closer while Caroline shook her head in disbelief.
"Is this from the sperm you had frozen earlier?" Not one to be subtle, Caroline demanded to know.
"Nope, we did it the old fashioned way," said Booth as the sappy grin on his face returned.
"Finally!" Caroline declared before moving on to the purpose of her visit, "now cherie, we all know I'd love to talk about this for years, but we've got business to do. Now that girl that you have on your table there?"
"You know about her?" Booth seemed surprised.
"Oh you'd be surprised by what I know sugar, including" Caroline paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "the identity of your victim."
Booth raised an eyebrow, "before us? The guys from forensics haven't gotten back to me yet."
"Well, well, well," Caroline smiled, "turns out she's Eleanor Mitchell, daughter of a very famous Mr. Mitchell."
"Senator Mitchell?" Booth asked.
"Oh yes, and he's pulling out all the stops to make sure his daughter gets justice. I just wanted to drop that and some other information to you. He wants to make sure this is kept under wraps, and he'll do anything to co-operate. Guess now we know his reason for secrecy, the baby," Caroline drawled, dropping the folder on the coffee table.
"Thanks," Booth looked at Caroline before clearing his throat, "and uh, we haven't told anyone yet, so we'd appreciate it if you could keep it on the down low."
Caroline snickered, "sure. Just remember to call me when you tell that shrink kid."
"Who, Sweets?" Brennan wanted to know.
"Oh yeah, him. I want to be there when you tell him. Can't wait to see him face," Caroline snorted back a laugh before turning on her heel. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got plenty to do."
"Thank you, Caroline," Brennan shouted, and the attorney smiled to herself. Oh they needed to thank her alright. She always knew. No matter how close they were, nobody kissed their brother for that many steam boats.