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That afternoon, Max called Brennan to let her know that Russ was in town. Hearing that news, Brennan talked to Russ on the phone and invited him to come with Max when they all went out for dinner that night. Happy for the invitation, Russ accepted the kind offer.
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Booth was sitting at his desk, day dreaming. He was supposed to be doing paper work, but he didn't feel like doing any of it. What the hell, he deserved a little day dream once in a while, didn't he?
Entering Booth's office, Caroline dropped a box on his desk and sat down. Startled, Booth blushed and looked at Caroline with his best choir boy face. Caroline wasn't buying, but then she never did. "I brought you a present, Cher'. I made Oreilles De Cochon for my daughter last night and decided to bring you some since you're always asking for me to make them. You do know they're a lot of work? Of course you do, you don't care either."
Booth opened the box and found it filled with his favorite Caroline treat. "Oh my God . . . Pigs ears, thanks Caroline. You're the best . . . the very very best."
Amused at his goofy smile, Caroline chuckled and then complained. "Yeah, you should thank me. When I bring some to work, I have to watch out that someone doesn't steal them from my desk before I can give them to you. I work with cops for God's sake. Cops with sticky fingers, the couillon!"
His stolen beer and candy on his mind, Booth agreed. "Yeah, tell me about it. Someone stole one of my beers and my Milky Way Bar at the picnic Saturday."
Taking one of the Pigs Ears out of the box, Booth bit into the crispy pastry and sighed. "God Caroline, you make the best Pigs Ears in the D.C. area."
Smirking, Caroline reminded him, "I'm probably the only one who makes them in the D. C. area."
Booth realized that his treat was not going to be without some strings attached. Swallowing the sweet dough, Booth stared at the attourney. "What do you want, Caroline?"
Raising her eyebrows, Caroline feigned a hurt expression. "I don't want anything. Can't I bring you a snack without your radar turning on?"
Used to her ways, Booth laughed. "You're right. Thanks." Finishing his snack, Booth folded his hands in front of him and stared at Caroline, waiting for her to say something.
Poking her tongue into her cheek, Caroline squinted her eyes and decided that she might as well say it. "Okay, Cher', I talked to Cullen yesterday . . . About you. He told me that you and Dr. Brennan are in a relationship now. You know what kind of hassle that's going to cause me? Why couldn't you behave yourself at the picnic? Now, we have to change our policy on couples working with the FBI. The FBI doesn't like that. Once they have a rule, they think it's been carved in stone."
Not sure where she was going, Booth protested. "Bones and I were just kissing. That's all."
"Yeah, yeah, Cher'." Not interested in his sex life she asked the question that would determine just how much work she was going to put in for the new rules. "What I want to know is, are you two living with each other or are you just seeing each other?"
Booth was honest with his answer. "We're living together."
Shaking her head, Caroline sighed. "Yeah, that's what I told Cullen. We needed to make sure so that when we change the policy we cover all of our bases. Are you two planning on getting married or are you two just going to shack up?"
Glumly, Booth shook his head. "We're just living together . . . Bones is gun shy and she doesn't want to get married."
Not sure how long that would last, Caroline crossed her arms against her breatst. "I think we'll cover shacking up and marriage just in case." Standing, Caroline decided to give Booth a piece of her mind. "You should have come to me before now, Cher'. I could have used the time to make sure that the policy change wasn't done on the fly. Well, that's water under a very long bridge. You behave yourself . . . If you have any more life altering plans that effect me and the bureau then you let me know before we discover it on our own, you hear me?"
Booth decided now was the time to come clean. "Bones is pregnant."
Sitting down abruptly, Caroline fanned her face with her hand. "Well shit!"
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Arriving home that evening, Booth put his box of Pigs Ears on the dining room table and went looking for Brennan. Finding her in the bedroom, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
His lips mere inches from her lips, Booth breathed in her perfume. "Hey, Bones . . . I have a treat sitting on the dining room table if you're interested. Caroline brought it to me this afternoon."
Kissing him, Brennan moved her hands so they were splayed on his back. "What kind of treat?"
His hands moving down to her hips, Booth pulled her closer to him. "She made Pigs Ears last night. I've already eaten three of the damn things."
Scrunching up her face, Brennan stepped away from her lover. "Pigs ears? I'm a vegetarian, Booth. You know that."
Laughing, Booth explained to her, "They're a Louisiana pastry, Bones. They're fried dough with sugar cane syrup drizzled on them. Caroline's mother was from Houma, Louisiana and she taught Caroline how to make them. Caroline only makes them when she wants personal favors from me, so, she doesn't make them as often as I'd like."
Not sure she liked Booth being bribed, Brennan sat down on the bed. "Doesn't it bother you that you know that she's trying to bribe you when she brings those to you?"
Shaking his head, Booth assured her. "Hell no. I love Pigs Ears and if that's the only way to get them that's Okay by me. Besides, she usually just wants me to confirm something she already knows. She just doesn't want to have to threaten me to get the info from me, that's all."
"What did she want to know?" Wary, Brennan wanted to know what Caroline wanted this time.
Sitting down beside her, Booth explained. "She wanted to know if we're living together. I told her we were and I told her you have a bun in the oven. Remember, we agreed that when we told the FBI we were in a relationship we'd also tell them that you're pregnant. We forgot to mention that to Cullen in the meeting this morning . . . Of course, it was hard to get a word in edge wise with his going and on about sneaky special agents in charge and all."
Reminded of their meeting with Cullen, Brennan asked him, "Yes, I remember our agreement. Have you told anyone else that I'm pregnant?"
Shaking his head, Booth answered her, "Nah . . . have you?"
Grimly, Brennan shook her head. "No. It isn't anyone's business but ours. They'll find out soon enough. I presume Deputy Director Cullen and Caroline will include pregnancy in their new rules."
Placing his arm around her shoulders, Booth kissed her cheek. "Yep. He and Caroline have to rewrite the policy about fraternization in all its forms because of us. She was delighted."
Chuckling, Brennan squeezed Booth's thigh. "It was a silly policy anyways."
Grabbing her hand, Booth fell backwards on the mattress pulling Brennan down with him. "Yeah, silly old J. Edgar."
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