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Disclaimer: My ownership of Bones is questionable, I admit it.

Sweets was waiting on his sofa when Booth and Brennan arrived for their weekly session, which still continued through the undercover mission, as Sweets was eager to observe the partners as a married couple.

"Hey Sweets," Booth greeted as he sat down on his chair.

"Hello Doctor Sweets," Brennan added her own greeting as she dropped heavily into her chair.

"Doctor Brennan, Agent Booth," Sweets replied cordially. "How are you today?"

"Tired," Brennan replied. "This thing is quite heavy."

"Hacker informs me that the new stomach you are being given is heavier," Sweets said. "Sorry about that Doctor Brennan."

"When do I have to get the new one?" Brennan asked.

"Now," Sweets told her. "This one has a spring mechanism that will tap the outside, so people can feel it, and it also taps your side, so you know when it can be felt."

Brennan rolled her eyes as she struggled to her feet, "Where is it?"

Sweets got up as well, and went to his desk, bending down he picked up the large stomach. Booth made sure all the blinds were shut.

"You have to put this on now, because it is usually at about twenty weeks that the baby can first be felt to kick, and you are past that now."

Brennan pulled her shirt up a bit and unstrapped her current stomach as Sweets passed her the new one. She huffed a bit under it's weight as she struggled to reach behind her. Booth came up and gave her a hand.

"Thanks Booth," she smiled at him, then turned to Sweets. "How often does it 'kick'?"

Sweets shrugged, "Hacker tells me that it is at random intervals."

Brennan nodded, then sensed that Sweets was hesitating to tell them something.

"The way that you are standing and the current silence you are presenting us with suggests that you are holding something back," she told him.

"Very perceptive, Doctor Brennan," Sweets praised. "You really are coming along on determining people's current atmosphere's."

"Thanks for turning it all squinty," Booth put in sarcastically. "Bones is just learning how to read people."

"So what is it that you are keeping secret?" Brennan asked Sweets.

"There is something else that's usually quite noticeable during pregnancy," Sweets squeaked. "Um, in the woman the breasts will swell as they prepare for breastfeeding."

Brennan nodded, "That's true, but there's nothing we can do about that."

"Actually," Sweets voice had become very prepubescent. "There is this."

He held something out that looked like a very well padded bra.

Brennan squinted her eyes and scrunched up her nose, scrutinising it, "Do I have to wear it?" she pleaded.

Sweets nodded, "Sorry Doctor Brennan, Hacker says you absolutely have to wear it."

Brennan's nose scrunched up even tighter, "Fine."

"You can wear it over the top of your normal bra," Sweets told her.

Brennan took it off Sweets and pulled her hands up under her shirt, quickly beginning to fasten it. The boys spun around to face the wall.

"I'm done," she announced a moment later. "Can we go back to the Jeffersonian now?"

"One last thing," Sweets said. "Do you think this undercover operation has brought you closer together?"

The pair looked at each other and nodded.

"Yeah," Booth told him. "We're pretty close."

"Hey Bren," Angela greeted her friend as she arrived onto the walkway above the platform and sat on the sofa.

"Hi Ange," Brennan smiled.

"How was Sweets?"

"Just as soft as usual," Brennan replied. "Not his fault though, he does study a soft science."

Suddenly Brennan let out a soft squeak of surprise.

"What is it, Brennan?" Angela asked worriedly.

"I think that I just got kicked," Brennan put her hand on top of her baby belly.

Angela's hand joined hers and they sat there for a few minutes until another tap was felt.

"Oh, Sweetie," Angela's eyes filled with happy tears. "That's the most beautiful thing ever."

Brennan nodded in agreement, a small part of her wishing it was real.

"Angela?" Zack knocked softly on the Forensic Artists' door. "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure Zack," Angela pointed at the chair in front of her desk, where she sat working on a reconstruction. "What's up?"

Zack looked at his hands, "I've noticed a few things about Doctor Brennan's pregnancy that do not seem congruent with the others I have witnessed."

Angela frowned, "How's that, Zack?"

"The first thing is possibly the most noticeable," Zack began. "Her iliac crest has not been widening in preperation for childbirth. When ever she comes into work at the start of every three months, and occasionly times in between, she will have suddenly gained a lot of her weight, and both her bump and breasts will be larger with no apparant gradual growth."

"Okay," Angela said slowly. "And that makes you think that..."

"I don't think that the pregnancy is real," Zack stated firmly.

Angela laughed, "Not real? Zack, sweetie, I felt that baby kick, it's real I promise. Maybe Brennan's pregnancy just isn't like everyone else's because it's Booth's baby. We all know how individual Booth is."

Zack nodded, "Okay, if your sure."

"I am Zack," Angela smiled, then shooed him away. "Now go, examine some bones, I know you'd rather do that than be in here with me talking about women."

"Thanks for letting me talk to you Angela," Zack grinned as he walked out the door.

"No problem Zack," Angela called after him, then sat back, shaking her head. "Not real, ha! What a strange kid."

Two months later Angela hummed quietly to herself on her walk between her office and Brennan's. She flipped forward a few pages in her sketchbook. She smiled softly at the drawing. Rapping her knuckles on Brennan's door she entered. A very wide Brennan sat wearily at her desk, clacking a few keys on her keyboard. With a swipe of the mouse the light cast on her face flickered and she let out a sigh.

"Hi Bren," Angela approached her friend. "What are you doing?"

"Just examining the x-rays of the bones of victim four," Brennan turned the screen to prove it.

"Mmmhmm," Angela sat in the chair opposite.

"What's that?" Brennan gestured at the sketchbook.

"My sketchbook," Angela held it up. "Thought you'd have recognised it, Bren."

Brennan rolled her eyes, "Ange..."

"Sorry. I drew this," Angela passed the book over, open on the page she had been looking at before.

Brennan looked down at the picture in front of her. It was the face of a small child, no more than five months old. On it's face was a wide smile. The eyes were wide and happy, the little hair there was looked silky and soft. Brennan looked up at Angela.

Angela was beaming at her friend, "I combined features of you and Booth. This is your baby."

Brennan suddenly found tears running down her cheeks. Angela jumped up and wrapped her arms around her friend.

"You better be crying because you're hormonal, not because it's horrible," Angela said softly.

"It's beautiful, Ange," Brennan sniffled.

After Angela left Brennan took the picture (which Angela had torn out and given her) and left the Jeffersonian on her way to the Hoover building. She arrived, collected her visitors pass and ran as fast as she could (which was more like a swift waddle) into the elevator and up to Booth's floor. From there she quickly made her way to Booth's office where she swung the door open and slammed it behind her. Booth looked up at the sound.

"Bones?" he was surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"

"I can't do this any more Booth. We're hurting too many people, we aren't getting any closer to solving this case and I don't think I can do it any more," she ranted. "I can't. I can't do it any more Booth."

She collapsed into a chair, tears streaked onto her face.

"What's gotten into you?" Booth asked, concerned for his partner.

Brennan slammed the picture down onto his desk. He picked it up and looked at the smiling child.

"Who's this?"

Brennan looked up, "Angela drew it. That is our child."

"Bones," Booth began softly.

He was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He picked it up, listened and swore softly. Cramming the phone back onto it's holder he looked up at Brennan.

"I'm so sorry Bones," he said. "But this case just got a hell of a lot harder."

The body arrived at the Jeffersonian and was placed on the table. Booth and Zack came off the field and quietly headed up onto the platform. Zack passed the camera to Angela who loaded the photos onto a computer near by. Brennan, Hodgins and Cam snapped latex over their hands and headed for the body. Zack joined them, Booth hovering behind. Hodgins picked up the envelope attached to the victims chest with a nail and opened it. Pulling out a piece of paper he read the message, and then, shocked, passed it to Booth.

"Hello all. I am glad I have the best team there is working on my case. Unfortunately for you, I am the best. Especially unfortunate for you, Doctor Temperance Brennan. I have seen you, you are pregnant, that makes you just my type. But lately I've taken a liking to something a little different. You're poor husband will be all alone." Booth paused. "As much as I love them dead, I like to hear them scream as I kill their children."

Everyone on the platform had gone pale. Angela was shaking. Brennan's hand rested over her 'swollen' stomach. Booth passed the letter back to Hodgins.

"I'm going to see if I can get any DNA or fingerprints off this," Hodgins walked away quickly.

The rest of them looked down at the body. Held tightly in the woman's arms was a small child, about two months old.

"I want you off this case, Brennan," Cam spoke abruptly.

"What?" Brennan turned to face her boss. "No!"

"I'm sorry, but this makes you a target and I can't have you working this case."

Not willing to give up Brennan argued, "No, if I leave this case you'll have even less chance of catching this guy. You need the best, I'm the best. You need me."

"Brennan, I-"

"No, Cam," Brennan held up a hand. "I am not leaving this case."

"Fine," Cam crossed her arms. "But don't expect any sympathy if anything happens."

Brennan cast her eyes back down at the baby, "I won't."

A/N: Okay, you know how reviews make me happy? And a happy me means a happy you, because I update quickly? Well, if I get enough reviews I'll update again this afternoon. Pleeeeeaaaaaase?