Chapter 8

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Booth was halfway onto the platform when Brennan stopped moving. His first thought was that she was going to turn and tell him something, but then he saw her began to sway. She stumbled backward a bit before falling completely. It happened almost in slow motion, and Booth caught her before she could hit the ground. From somewhere deep inside him, panic surged up and in an effoert to consume him, but he grabbed it and buried it deep enough so that it wouldn't resurface; he needed a clear mind now. Turning his head and addressing one of Brennan's squinterns, he said sharply "Call 911. Now."

Wendell had just returned from Hodgins' office when he saw Agent Booth cradling Dr. Brennan against him. Wendell had his phone out the second Agent Booth addressed him, calling for an ambulance, giving the location, and rushing over to the agent to see if there was anything he could do to help. He calmly asked what had happened. Wendell had always been good in emergency situations, having come from a large, accident-prone family.

When Brennan's eyes opened, she found that she had absolutely no idea where she was. She looked at the white ceiling above her, and felt the rough sheets beneath her, struggling to sit up when she realized that she was in a hospital bed. She wasn't sure what had happened, but she knew that -given her surroundings- it could not be good. She saw Booth sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, cradling his head in his hands. "Booth!"

Booth stood up quickly upon hearing his name being called in Bones' voice. It was just then that he couldn't help but think of how much he loved that voice. He got up from the chair in the corner and rushed over to her side. Her eyes were wide and full of questions, questions that Booth didn't know the answers to quite yet. "You passed out, Bones," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her against him. "The doctors are running tests now."

Both of them were doing their part to avoid the elephant in the room; the uncertainty that was silently killing them both. Brennan felt herself fill with dread as the minutes passed by, and even though she knew that it was impossible but she could swear that they were getting longer and longer. When Booth left the room to find a nurse, Brennan gently set her hand against her stomach, and closed her eyes. Bending so that her mouth was near her stomach, she began to whisper to her baby.

"I know that it's possible that you are still to underdeveloped to hear my voice, but you've got me really frightened, and I just want you to know that Booth and I… we love you more than 'life itself' as he would say. If anything has happened to you, I would be devastated." Pulling back and feeling kind of foolish, Brennan leaned against the pillows and hummed quietly to herself.

Dr. Moore followed a very insistent Mr. Booth into the hospital room that his pregnant girlfriend currently occupied. She watched as he made his way over to the side of her bed, as if he were instantly drawn to her. He stood over her protectively and took her hand. Dr. Moore preformed and ultrasound to be sure that the fetus was in good condition, and swiveled around in her chair to face its parents.

"The baby is fine, but you Temperance, are completely run down, and in the long run that is not going to have a good outcome for you or your baby. Most likely you fainted due to stress or overexertion. I would suggest bed fest for the next two week, and be sure to limit yourself for the remainder of the pregnancy. What is it that you do?" She asked the woman lying on the bed.

"I am a forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian institute. I partnered with Booth," she said, gesturing to the man next to her. "We solve murders."

The doctor looked intently at them for a moment, as if trying to be sure that they were for real, and then said simply, "Yep, that'll do it."