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True to his word, Booth returned to Brennan's apartment at 3:30pm armed with soup and extra strength aspirin, assuming Brennan had the flu.
If only he knew.
He sighed as he set the things on the table. Once he'd finished questioning Sutherland, he was temped to simply forget it and not go back to her apartment. It was obvious that she needed space…space from him.
But he told her he'd return and he refused to lie to her.
Booth ran a hand over his face and stifled a yawn, his sleepless night suddenly catching up to him.
I want this. I want her. He assured himself, smiling when he remembered their night at the airport. But recalling the events of the past few days quickly made it disappear.
I'm just beginning to wonder how much she wants me.
He took a few deep breaths before setting of to the bedroom to find Bones and hopefully a few answers.
Even if it kills us.
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Brennan slinked into the lab silently. She saw her team up on the platform gathered around something on a table and while she ached to know what it was, she needed to get to her office undetected.
She had almost reached the door when she heard Angela's voice behind her.
"Sweetie!" The sound of heels clicking down the steps and across the concrete floor told her Angela was approaching.
Biting back a groan and a roll of her eyes, she turned slowly.
"Brennan, you look like crap." Angela smiled sadly at her friend and touched her arm, "You should be in bed. Booth told us you were sick."
Brennan looked down at herself. She probably didn't look very good. She wore her comfiest pair of jeans, which were also her oldest and most holey, a red hooded sweatshirt and a pair of sneakers. Not to mention the messy ponytail her hair was in and eyes that were no doubt red from crying. She'd also forgot to put on makeup to hide the dark circles indicative of her sleepless night.
"I'm fine Angela." She lied and turned to open her office. Angela followed her in.
"Brennen. You're not fine. You're sick and you should be in bed. The guys and I have this covered." She made a wide gesture toward the lab and Brennan busied herself near her desk, shuffling papers and avoiding eye contact.
"I'm not sick. I had a migraine from stress and nausea from…"
"The flu." Angela finished, crossing her arms over her chest.
"It…I…It wasn't…" Brennn faltered, dropping into her chair and resting her head in her hands, her elbows on her knees. "It isn't the flu Angela."
"Oh really?" She took a step closer. "Then what was it?"
Brennan looked up, biting her trembling bottom lip.
"Morning sickness."
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Booth was surprised to find Brennan's bedroom door unlocked and pushed it open carefully.
"Bones?"
He looked around, but she wasn't in the room. He glanced into her bathroom, the living room and the kitchen and his frown deepened each time he came up empty.
Where is she?
Going back to her bedroom, he noted that her purse was gone. Behind the door her closet had been thrown open, clothes lay rejected on the floor and he realized she'd left.
He sighed, shaking his head and noted ruefully that she'd worn her running shoes.
How fitting.
He was already reaching for his phone when it rang.
"Booth."
"Seeley, where are you?"
"Rebecca?" At the sound of his ex's voice Booth felt all his remaining energy drain from his body and sat on the edge of Brennan's bed. "What do you mean?"
"Seeley! Don't tell me you forgot."
Booth frowned and closed his eyes. It wasn't the weekend, he didn't have Parker. He'd mailed his child support check last Thursday…what could he have forgotten?
"Of course I didn't forget." A bit of sarcasm leaked into his voice and he cringed, knowing he'd pay for it.
"Seeley Booth!" She hissed, "You forgot your only son is going in for surgery and you have the nerve to be snippy with me?"
Booth shot off the bed.
"Parker's Tonsillectomy? That's today?" He glanced at his watch and cursed. It was today, he'd completely forgotten what day it was.
"I'm sorry. I'll be there in twenty minutes."
He heard her grumbling a few choice words before shutting the phone and making a bee line for the door.
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"Oh my gosh! Sweetie." Angela grabbed Brennan's arm and drug her over to the couch.
"You're pregnant?"
Brennan just nodded, the distress that fact caused her written plainly in her features.
"You're not happy?" Angela asked carefully, fully aware of what had happened the last time her friend got news of this nature.
"No…I mean I am, Ange…but what if…Booth just…I can't." She shook her head and leaned back against the couch.
Angela's eyes widened and she turned to face her friend more fully.
"Bren, have you told Booth?"
Her silence answered for her.
"Brennen!" Angela frowned, "How long have you known?"
"Almost a week."
"Bren! What are you waiting for? Until you're so big you can't get behind the wheel of your own car? He has to know."
Brennan sat forward shaking her head.
"I know Ange. I don't what I'm waiting for. I just…Angela. What if it happens again? I can't do it. I can't watch Booth go through it again. I can't…"
Tears started rolling down her face as her eyes turned a pale blue. Angela sighed, taking one of Brennan's hands between hers.
"This is why you've been so short with him isn't it? Why you've been distant with him?" She asked gently.
Brennan hesitated, and then nodded. "I…I didn't know what to tell him. I wanted to protect him."
"That's his job."
"Angela." Brennen gave her a tearful glare.
Angela sighed heavily, ignoring her friend's obvious annoyance.
"Besides Sweetie, there's no reason to believe you'll lose it again. The doctor said what happened was a rare case, right?"
She nodded.
"And you can't live based on 'what if' bad things happen, Bren. Bad things do happen. It's a fact of life."
"Believe me I know." Brennen stated, more bitterly than she'd meant.
"But," Angela continued quickly, "Good things happen too. And Sweetie," she waited until Brennan turned to look at her, "Booth is the best thing that's ever happened to you."
Brennan turned away and Angela pushed down a rising indignation in her belly, before asking quietly,
"Do you really want to lose him?"
"What?" Brennen snapped her head back toward her, eyes wide with horror.
Lose Booth? NO! No…I can't. Lose Booth?
"What are you saying?"
"Sweetie. You didn't hear him on the phone when he called. He sounded so…defeated."
Brennan winced.
Angela took a deep breath, knowing her next words were essential to making Brennan see the light.
"Booth loves you."
"I know."
"No. Bren. I mean he loves you. Unconditionally. He would do anything to make you happy." Brennan just stared at her so Angela continued, "If you make him think that walking away, leaving you, is what will make you happy…he'll do it."
Brennan caught her breath and Angela squeezed her hand.
"He'll do it Sweetie. If he thinks life without him is what you want, he'll walk away," she bit her lip and blinked back tears before continuing, "And Booth is the kind of man…that…if he does that, Bren…he won't be coming back."
Brennan bit her lip, the trueness of Angela's words were like a punch in the stomach and suddenly she couldn't breathe.
I was wrong. So…so wrong.
Has she seen the light? Will we get a bit more BB soon?...God I hope so... :)