Sorry for the wait guys! I hope this makes up for it!

Brennan swiped her card and stepped onto the platform. She slung on her blue lab coat, quickly glanced at Andy, who was fast asleep in his carrier, and leaned over the body, squinting.

"What are we looking at Zack?" she asked him, snapping a glove on over her right hand. She left her left hand uncovered; worried the glove might get caught on her ring.

"Victim has been dead less than twenty four hours. Blunt force trauma to the frontal lobe, might be cause of death."

"That's it?" Brennan asked. a little surprised at Zack's lack of information.

"Well…it's still fleshy. I'm waiting for Cam to perform her autopsy. She's in her office, on the phone with some guy from pathology. He wants her help, he's very persistent."

At that moment, Cam stepped onto the platform, slightly flustered.

"What have we got, Zack?" she asked briskly.

"It's all for you Dr. Saroyan. Too much flesh." He gestured half-heartedly at the body.

"Then why is it here, and not in the autopsy room?"

"Ah, you…usually you're there to bring it over. You weren't, so the FBI techs brought it here!" Cam's face softened slightly.

"Right, of course. Sorry, I'm a little tired. Would you mind?" Together, they loaded the body onto a gurney and rolled it over to Autopsy, leaving Brennan alone on the platform. She turned to Andy, was now awake.

"I guess I don't have anything to do yet, how bought we go visit Angela?" she asked Andy, taking off her coat and the unused rubber glove. She grabbed the carrier and started the walk to Angela's office.

"Hey sweetie…ooooh, don't you look nice. How was dinner?" Angela immediately took Andy. Brennan knew that was going to happen, but when Angela asked about dinner, she got a little confused.

"How did you know about that?"

"I saw Booth on his way to Autopsy. I asked why he was all dressed up on a Saturday night, and he told me he just got back from dinner with you. So how was it?" She crossed her legs and attempted to cross her arms; Andy on her lap made it difficult for her to assume her usual interrogate-Brennan-until-she-caves-and-tells-me-everything position.

"It was…nice." Brennan told her. The memory had completely invaded her mind; she was finding it difficult to focus on anything else.

"Brennan! What is wrong with you tonight? I asked-what is that?" Angela was freaking out, pointed wildly at Brennan's hand.

Apparently, while off in La La Land, Brennan had been absentmindedly twirling her hair…with her left hand. Angela stood up quickly, placed Andy back in his carrier, and rushed over to Brennan. She grabbed her left hand and examined it quickly before squealing loudly and jumping around the room.

Hodgins came running. He stopped in the doorway, staring at his girlfriend as she danced crazily around the room.

"What is wrong with her?" he asked Brennan. She held up her hand. Booth, Cam and Zack ran over and stood behind Hodgins, all as freaked out as he was.

"I think," Brennan started, uncertain, "that Angela is a bit excited over the fact that I got engaged about…" she glanced at the clock on Angela's computer. "Forty-five minutes ago." She glanced at her friend, who was still dancing around the office.

"But I can't really be sure." Booth and Hodgins glanced at each other. Their eyes connected, and they both burst out laughing.

The next morning, Brennan woke up to the smell of French toast and coffee. She her silk robe on over the little nightgown she had worn to bed and happily scurried off to the kitchen for some food.

"You're up early," she stated when as she entered the kitchen. Booth was standing at the stove, mid toast-flip, and Andy was happily munching on some Cheerios in his high chair.

"Actually, you're up late," Booth corrected, plating the last of his hand made breakfast. Brennan quickly glanced at the clock on the stove.

"It's already nine-thirty? Why didn't you get me up?" she asked, standing up and rushing toward the bedroom. Booth caught her around the waist.

"Because, it's Sunday, so I woke up at six, went to church with Andy, came home at nine and made breakfast," Brennan started to interrupt, and he stopped her.

"I got to go to Mass today because Cam called to say the power went down in the lab, so the investigation is on hold. Plus, it's Sunday. The weekend. And when it's the weekend it's practically illegal to work." Brennan sighed and went back to her seat.

"Oh, before you sit, can you get the paper? I meant to grab it on my way in, but Andy was fussy and I got distracted."

"Sure, hang on." She walked over to Booth, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly.

"Morning," she whispered.

"Morning," he replied softly, before lightly whacking her on the butt with the spatula. "Now go get the paper." Giggling, she did as he asked.

She quickly grabbed the paper and shut the door again; it was starting to get cold. She absentmindedly glanced at the paper and was about to tuck it under her arm when she did a double take.

It hadn't just looked like a picture of her and Booth on the front page; it was a picture of them!

She wordlessly handed the paper to Booth as she entered the kitchen, and he too did a double take as he flipped for the sports page like he did every morning.

"It's us!" he exclaimed. He unfolded the paper and read the article out loud.

"World renowned author and forensic anthropologist Dr. Temperance Brennan may just be the luckiest woman in the world. Rich from her New York Times best-selling books about the charming Kathy and her sexy partner Agent Andy; Brennan had scored her own Andy…in more than one way. (picture at left, Brennan and Booth entering the mall)

She was seen yesterday at the mall with her new beau, FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth, and little Andy, the bundle of joy that started as evidence in his mother's murder, to evidence that Dr. Brennan is not the cold fish we all took her to be.

While shopping for a birthday present for Ms. Angela Montenegro, one of Brennan's colleagues at the Jeffersonian and her best friend, Dr. Brennan had a hard time focusing on her shopping. She often went back to look at the rings (see left) and when she left for a moment; Agent Booth was quick to pick up on her hints and purchased the ring that caught her, and all the women's here, attention. (see below)

Then last night at the annual charity dinner at the White House, Brennan's own

F. B. eye-candy partner popped the question in front of thousands of people. To top it off, the newest man in her life is named Andy, but that's just a coincidence. Brennan's proving her heart is bigger than most by adopting this little angel who took the White House by storm last night.

While most of us would like to scratch her eyes out for getting to him first, the rest of us here at The Bugle would like to congratulate Brennan on her engagement to Agent Booth, and let her know how much we're looking forward to her next book."

The kitchen was silent for a moment, until Brennan expressed a question that had bothered her from the beginning.

"Wasn't the reporter a guy?" Booth snorted into his coffee, causing Brennan to wrinkle her nose in disgust.

"Apparently, the guy I pointed out was the photographer. The article itself was written by…Lily Martin."

"I think I had coffee with her once." Brennan said thoughtfully, returning to her French toast. Booth shook his head and smiled.

About eleven, Booth's phone buzzed. He glanced at it quickly, then took Brennan's plate and his own and shoved them both in the dishwasher. He lifted her out of her chair and started pushing her to the bedroom. Once she started walking on her own he went back for Andy, who was still engrossed in his Cheerios.

"Booth! Why are you pushing me?"
"Cam texted me, powers back up!" That quickened Brennan's pace; she hurriedly got herself and Andy dressed while Booth packed Andy's bag and got dressed himself.

In the car, Booth and Brennan were discussing daycare for Andy.

"I really don't want to put him in the care of a random stranger every day." Brennan was saying as she re-buttoned her top, in her haste she had missed quite a few.

"We could talk to Rose, Parker's nanny. She doesn't pick up Parker till after school, maybe she could take Andy during the day, and then before she picks up Parker she could drop Andy off at the lab, you're usually done around four if we don't have a case, and if we're busy you know Angela would love to watch him, at least until she and Hodgins have their own kids."

"Maybe," Brennan replied, her voice dreamy as she stared out the window.

"What's on your mind Bones?"

"Well, I was just thinking, maybe we should get our own nanny, one just for us and our kids. We could get one that's a housekeeper to, and then…" she trailed off, her head cocked to one side as she stared at Booth's face quizzically.

"Why does you face look like that?" she asked him, not noticing how bad the question would have sounded to anyone else's ears. Booth was too lost in thought to correct her though.

"I just…you said kids."

"So?" Brennan replied, still confused.

"You know, kids as in, more than one?" Brennan rolled her eyes.

"Just drive Booth. Or you could pull over and let me. I am an excellent driver…"

"This wasn't murder," Cam said the moment Brennan stepped onto the platform. Hearing that, Booth stopped on his way to dropping Andy off with Angela. He handed the baby, carrier and all, to the nearest intern and headed onto the platform himself.

"What do you mean this isn't murder." He asked crossly.

"Just that. The blunt force trauma is consistent with hitting his head on the steering wheel of the car of his own power, it wasn't slammed. High level of alcohol in his tox screen. And this," she pulled showed them a small plastic item sitting in a Petri dish, "is a filter used on cigarettes. This death was accidental, but it wasn't murder."

"So I put on this stupid suit for nothing?" Booth grunted miserably. Brennan smiled slightly and whispered something in his ear that made him blush so bad that Angela grinned widely as she approached the platform, sketchbook in hand.

"I finished my sketch," she said as she swiped her card, her grin turning to a smirk quickly. When she showed them the picture, everyone knew why.

"That's senator Bethlehem." Booth muttered quietly.

"Talk about poetic justice," Hodgins said happily. When everyone glared at him, his smile dropped a bit. "What?"

Everyone exchanged glances, and they all laughed together, even Zack, while Hodgins glanced around the room, more confused than he'd ever been in his entire life.

"What?"

Tada! Another chapter done.

I am so, so, so sorry about the wait guys. Cheerleading started (Go Raiders!) so I've been busy with that, I had a party Wednesday night that my friend made me go to (where she ditched me for a boy, btw. I only knew one other person there) then I slept over cause we got home late, and of course, I had writer's block, so when I finally had time to write I couldn't get the words to come out, so I'm just getting it posted now, having finished it at exactly 12:04 last night.

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Elle