A/N Thank you SO much to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, I swear all of those positive thoughts got me through those exams. I totally OWNED the German language, haha! Does anyone else hate Cam? I really don't like her at all, she annoys the bejeezus out of me. And I think she's a kind of pointless character as well. Bring back Dr Goodman! Anyway, another BB moment in this one, hopefully there is one line that will make you go 'awww!', seriously they need to have more fluff in the show. I'm not all for them getting together, because that would ruin the show IMO, but I'm all for fluff and sexual tension. So yeah, read and enjoy yadda-yadda…
November 20th 2008
"I'm heading out for coffee, did you want anything?" Cam asked, poking her head round the door of Temperance's office. She looked up from the box she was digging around in, looking for a file she had put somewhere and then forgotten about, thinking it was out of character that she would ask.
"No thank you. But as you're going that way, can you please tell Hodgins not cook burritos in the communal microwave again. They make me want to throw up."
"Really? Do you get that a lot?"
"Only when he cooks processed faux-Mexican food," she replied, trying to keep the irritation from making itself evident in her voice. She really was trying to find the file, but with this distraction it was becoming less likely that that would happen. If only she could just focus her mind to try and remember exactly where she had put it…
"Not in the mornings or anything?"
That was it – she sighed, slamming her hands down on the desk a little harder than she intended to, unable to take the distraction and instead choosing to let Cam say whatever it was she had been trying to. "What?"
"Morning sickness, Doctor Brennan. You know, that thing you get when you're pregnant." She took her time emphasising the last word, waiting for her to catch up to what she was implying.
"Pregnant?"
"Angela told me. Very altruistic of you."
"Oh... Thank you?"
"Come see me in my office later, we'll talk about maternity leave and other practical and very exciting stuff."
"Oh… Good." As quickly as she had arrived, she was gone again. Temperance sighed and sat down at her desk. Now Cam knew, she would undoubtedly play the boss role and limit her time in the field, which was not what she wanted. She would prefer more time in the field, not less, to keep her mind off how frightened she was now this was beginning to feel more real. So much for not wanting everyone to know yet.
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November 22nd 2008
Temperance looked up from her desk as she saw Booth bounding into her office, looking very animated. "Hey, Bones, I got you something – consider it an early Christmas present!"
"For me?" She took the gift bag from him and sat it on the desk in front of her.
"Yes, for you. How many other people do you think I call 'Bones'?"
"I really wouldn't know. But I presume it's not that many."
"Just you," he said, smiling down at her. Something about that statement made her feel a little funny, but she put it down to that nauseous feeling that seemed to be constantly plaguing her. Or maybe it was hormones? Pregnant women were always blaming things on hormones.
"You didn't have to get me a gift. Although it does look very nice. But I must say, I wouldn't have you pegged as someone who appreciates the aesthetic appeal of gifts."
"The salesgirl offered to gift-wrap it, I obliged. I'm glad you like it."
"What is it?"
"I don't know, why don't you open it and see." He was always amused at how someone as intelligent as her could be so slow sometimes.
She couldn't help but be amused at how excited he was as he watched her open his gift like a child at Christmas, but she obliged anyway, curiosity getting the better of her. She opened the gift bag, taking out one of the two parcels inside. She undid the paper it was wrapped in and dropped it to her desk, on top of the notes she had been going over that had been abandoned for the time being. "A t-shirt…?" An unusual choice of gift, given that she guessed their tastes in fashion were complete polar opposites.
"Read what it says."
"'Does my bump look big in this?' Well, not currently, but I think it's fairly obvious that it will. Or is this just a 'clever' use of rhetoric?"
"It's supposed to be funny, but I didn't think you'd get it."
"I don't. But I appreciate the sentiment, Booth, thank you."
"Well, don't thank me too much. I've got something to tell you that I don't think you're going to like."
"Oh?"
"It's about you coming out in the field with me. Well, basically, you can't anymore. The FBI has a strict policy about stuff like this."
"What? As in, I have to stop now? We're in the middle of a case!"
"I might be able to get you until the end of the week, but I can't promise anything."
"But Cam said she would only limit my field work, not take it away all together!"
"She probably meant that you'll still be going out to examine remains, but not having any contact with suspects. We'll still be working together, but just not as often."
She looked at him suspiciously, eyes narrowed. "You don't sound as unhappy about this as I am."
"To tell you the truth, I'd rather you weren't chasing suspects with me. I don't want you to get hurt."
"But you didn't mind the prospect of me getting hurt before?"
"That's not what I meant." He moved to stand on her side of the desk and put his arm round her shoulder. "I'm really sorry, Bones."
"I suppose it's a good idea that I stay in the lab. I'm not happy about it, but it's for the best."
"Exactly. You know, Angela worries that you're working too hard. I tried to tell her she had nothing to worry about, but sometimes…" He mentally prepared himself for the argument that was sure to follow; here he was, raising her blood pressure when he was meant to be trying to get her to relax. Idiot. "Sometimes I'm inclined to agree with her."
She pulled away from his embrace – how could he think that? "What are you talking about? I can't sit in one place all day with my feet up; I have a job to do! I could understand her being concerned if I was doing anything to harm the baby, but I'm not!"
"I bet you're still going to the gym twice a week."
The scowl that she had held momentarily faltered, and her dropped jaw betrayed what she was thinking. "How did you know that? Have you been checking up on me?"
"I'm a Special Agent, it's my job to know. Not to mention the fact that you are incredibly stubborn. I'm right, aren't I?"
"Yes," she said, sighing. "But I'm taking it easy. Nothing too strenuous."
"Alright, I trust you. Just promise me you will slow down, please?"
"I promise."
He squeezed her arm, showing her that he was on her side, even if it didn't really seem like it at that moment. She had a way of always making him feel like the bad guy, even if he was right. "Good."
