Angela continues the conversation,"So how are things going there?"
"With the investigation?" Temperance questions.
"No with life."
"Fine Angela why?" Temperance raises an eyebrow.
"No reason," she smiles.
"What?" Temperance asks.
"I just forgot that you're pregnant."
"Don't get used to it."
"So have you two picked out a name?"
"No," she answers quickly.
"Started a nursery?"
"No," Temperance answers.
"Ange she won't do anything."
"Have you guys started lamaze?"
"What is the point?" Temperance asks.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not having a baby in three months," she reminds them.
"But..."
"But what?"
"Booth can you give us a minute please?" Angela asks.
"Of course," he answers as he gets up to leave the room.
"So sweetie is he gone?"
"Yeah why?"
"Tell me everything. I haven't talked to you in two months."
"Sorry, we've been busy."
"So do you guys sleep in the same room?"
"We have to convince everyone we're married."
"Same bed?"
"Yes."
"Sex?"
"Of the baby?"
"No sweetie have you had sex with him?"
"Who?" she plays dumb.
"Booth."
"Why would you ask that?"
"Because you've been in Arizona with him for two months. Alone with him, in the same house, sharing a bed, for two months.
"We don't live in a house, it's a condo."
"Same thing."
"Can you hold on a second?"
"Sure."
Temperance bends down and picks Ella up off the floor. She sits her in her lap.
"Ok I'm back."
"What's the furry thing in your lap?"
"Ella."
"Who?"
"The kitten."
"When did you get a kitten?"
"A few weeks ago she just showed up."
"And you kept her?"
"We put up fliers. No one claimed her."
"So you're keeping her?"
"Uh huh," she nods.
"What about when you come home?"
"We'll split custody I guess."
"What happens when your due date comes and you don't have a baby?"
"I don't think we'll be here that long."
"Have you gotten any leads?"
"Not really."
"Do the victims have anything in common?"
"They all went to church."
"The same church?"
"No three different churches."
"So..."
"The latest victim went to our church."
"Your church? You've been going to church?"
"Yes, it's rather intriguing."
"Hmm, interesting."
"Interesting how?"
"I need to talk to Sweets."
"About what?"
"You two."
"What about us?"
"Nothing, just that you're acting like an old married couple. Do you read the paper in bed before church, and cook him breakfast?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"Really?"
"We read the paper every day, and he normally cooks me breakfast."
"Right," she nods skeptically.
"Besides the point is to convince everyone else that we are actually married."
"I know."
"Ange I've got to go."
"Why?"
"I've just got to go," she quickly disconnects, and closes her laptop. She moves the kitten aside and sprints into the bathroom. Booth returns to the bedroom as she is brushing her teeth.
"You ok?" he asks.
"No. I feel like crap," she admits.
"I told you not to eat all of those fries."
"I don't understand I've been perfectly fine..."
"Temperance you're pregnant."
"But I haven't been sick."
"Maybe the baby just doesn't like fries."
"I doubt that," she disagrees.
"What time is it?"
"Nine thirty why?"
"I rented a movie."
"I'm tired, I just want to go to sleep."
"You sure?"
"Yeah," she nods as she climbs into bed. She unbuttons her flannel pajama top and takes off her fake stomach. She tosses it on the chair in the corner of the room.
"So how are you feeling?"
"I'm tired."
"Why don't we stay in tomorrow?"
"And do what?"
"Nothing."
"We don't do anything to begin with."
"We need a day off."
"We've got to catch whoever is doing this. How many more women are going to get killed before we catch this guy?"
"I don't know. My question is what happens to all of these babies?"
"I have no clue, and that's the scary thing."
"This is all scary. What kind of sick bastard kidnaps pregnant women?"
"I don't know. Does he keep the babies? Does he torture them? What does he do with them?"
"Do you still think that it's a woman?"
"It just doesn't seem like something that man would do."
"I agree."
"So what do we do?"
"We know that all of the victims went to church right?"
"Yes. What else do we know?"
"It was the first child."
"All of them were married?"
"Uh huh."
"They're all close to the same age?"
"Yes."
"There just don't seem to be any other links."
"So he's finding them in church?"
"Maybe," he shrugs.
"Do they have the same doctor?"
"No, three different doctors. Two different midwives."
"How many doctors can this tiny town have?"
"At least a dozen. I mean there is a major hospital thirty minutes from here."
"How do we catch this guy?"
"I don't know."
"I guess we dangle the bait in front of him, and wait."
"What bait?"
"Me."
"Temperance I don't think that this is a good idea maybe we should..."
"We're going to do this."
"Even with the crazy serial killer I kind of like it here."
"Why is that?"
"It's quiet, things they're a calmer pace. There's less stress, our jobs their less stressful."
"Our fake jobs, or the actual ones?"
"The fake ones," he smiles.
"Right," she turns off the lamp.
He follows suit. They sink into the covers. They're a comfortable distance apart. "Goodnight Temperance."
"Night Seeley."
"It's weird for you to call me that."
"It's weird for you to call me Temperance."
