Authors Note; This chapter is kinda short. My muse is being mean to me all of a sudden so it might be a bit before I update. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Ten

Jealousy: It Comes With A Territory

Once Hannah set foot out of the lab, Angela was already walking briskly toward her best friend's office. She rapped on the door before slowly turning the knob. She then poked her head in first, before entering. "Sweetie...?" Angela's chocolaty eyes landed on a very disgruntled Anthropologist as she paced her office. Slowly, the artist stepped in and shut the door. It took a moment for Temperance to notice her friend, but she finally brought her gaze up to meet hers.

"Angela...Hey. Look I'm not in the mood to exchange pleasantries at the moment." Temperance grumbled bluntly, placing her hands on her hips.

"I can see that, Sweetie. I'm surprised you didn't tear into her like a lion defending it's territory...Look, you need to calm down...All the stress isn't good for the baby." Angela spoke softly, trying to calm her friend.

Brennan looked up, chagrining. "You heard us?" Her face reddened and she wasn't sure if she felt embarrassed or even more pissed off. She watched as Angela nodded solemnly.

"The whole lab heard you, sweetie. She was WAY out of line. I wish you would have knocked her right off of the golden ratio." Angela said in an irritated tone. Temperance smirked slightly, actually understanding Angela's small joke despite her anger.

"I was extremely close to it. I must say it felt very good to put fear in her eyes. I'm not good at reading people, but I could tell that she was scared I'd actually hit her." Brennan chuckled softly and Angela did the same.

"Sweetie, if she would have been there any longer, I don't doubt you would have decked her. Hell, I would have shoved my foot so far up her ass, she'd have toes for teeth."

"I don't know what that means..."

Angela laughed softly. "Of course you don't. I just mean I would have beat the crap out of her. I wouldn't have had as much self control as you do." Angela watched as the smile that had appeared on her friend's face, died. "What's wrong, Bren?" She mused, concern washing over her beautiful features.

"Angela, I told her about-About Booth being the father of my baby." She stared down at the ground now. "He's going to be angry. I had no right to tell her his business...I was just so...I'm not sure, but all I knew is I wanted to rub it in that she was no longer with Booth. Besides, she ruined her chances, he's mine now." There she was again, proclaiming ownership on him.

Angela couldn't help but laugh. "It's called jealousy...You just experience jealous. Apparently you we're a lion defending your territory...Booth being the territory. And FYI, Bren; As of now, his business is your business." The artist put her hand on her friend's shoulder in a comforting manner. With that, the artist stood to leave, pausing briefly to wave before opening the door.

"Hi there, My name is Dr. Temperance Brennan and I'm here to pick up Parker Booth." Temperance placed a hand on the desk in front of her as she stared at the schools' office receptionist.

"Of course, are you his mother?" Just before she could answer, the boy in question came through one of the doors from behind her and ran up, wrapping his little arms around her waist.

"Bones!" His voice squeaked.

"I'm his-" She was cut off as Parker finished her sentence.

"She's my daddy's girlfriend." He smiled and looked up at the anthropologist's eyes as they met his.

She ran her fingers through his blond locks, noting the heat radiating from his forehead. Looking back up at the receptionist, she smiled at her. "Booth should have called you to let you know I was coming to pick him up because he's unable to and his mother is working."

"He did, Dr. Brennan. We require you to show us your I.D for precautionary reasons and to sign here." The woman handed her a clip board and Brennan nodded, taking out her license from her wallet that she had brought it for just this purpose. She handed it over and then proceeded to sign her name.

"Okay, thank you so much." The woman smiled warmly at her and then turned her attention to Parker. "Does the nurse know you left?" Her brows raised slightly.

"I'll let her know, besides I'd like to know what his temperature was when she checked it." Temperance watched as the receptionist nodded. Brennan gently grabbed Parker's hand and they walked across the hall to the nurses office.

Temperance held the back door open of her car for Parker. His mood had plummeted now as his excitement of seeing her was overcome by the sick feeling he had. She shut the door behind him and walked over to the drivers side to slide in.

"So, Parker. I understand your head is hurting again?" She looked in the back to see his contorted little face. He nodded and leaned against the window. "Well, I've got to go back to the lab, but I promise I'll rub your head and try to get you to sleep on the couch before I go back to work." She watched him nod again and sigh as he closed his eyes.

It didn't take long to get back to the Jeffersonian and both Parker and Brennan we're walking hand in hand as they entered the lab. She lead the little boy to her office and shut the door behind her. Temperance immediately turned off the light, leading them both to the couch. The only light in the room was from her computer screen and it was the perfect amount to still be able to navigate.

As they sat down, Brennan sat cross legged with a pillow in her lap, her back leaning up against the arm of the couch. "Come lay your head in my lap, Parker." She said softly, watching his little body curl up on the couch and do as he was told. Brennan the pulled the knitted blanket off the back and covered him up before slowly trailing her fingers across his warm forehead.

She could feel Parker relax immediately at her touch and she smiled, feeling proud of herself to be able to cause such calm. The feeling was short lived though as her thoughts went back to Hannah and what had happened earlier that day. She hadn't said much at lunch with Booth and as soon as she had gotten back to the lab he called her not long after to see if she could pick up Parker.

He had said Rebecca had called not being able to get away. Booth couldn't either, however because he had a mandatory meeting so he had called his Bones in hopes that she wouldn't mind picking the boy up. She of course happily obliged.

As Booth entered his office, he was surprised to see Hannah sitting in one of the chairs with an angered expression on her face. He suddenly felt agitated, hadn't he sent her away already? What'd she want now? He hated feeling so uncomfortable and awkward.

The blond didn't even give him a chance to speak as she stood up and cut him off. "You got Temperance pregnant?" She didn't give him time to even answer. "I can't believe you, Seeley." She placed her hands on her hips and stared daggers at the FBI agent.

Booth's jaw clenched and before she could go on, he cut her off. "I don't think that's any of your business, Hannah. I don't know how you found out, but it has nothing to do with you."

Just like a light, the blonds' tone suddenly switched. "Seeley," She started in a soft tone. "You don't have to be with her just because she's pregnant. I understand that I hurt you and that you needed some form of comfort. If Temperance being pregnant is the reason you-" She was cut off again.

"I did not sleep with Bones because I was hurting...Yeah, you hurt me...But you rejecting me was the best thing that ever happened to me." He was trying hard to keep his voice from raising but he couldn't help it. The fact that Hannah would think he thought so low of his Bones, that he would use her in such a way appalled him. "Not that it's any of your business...But I'm happy that she's pregnant. It may not have been planned, but I could never been happier. I love her, Hannah. I always have and the fact that she's finally letting me in..." He trailed off, his tone changing completely as he talked about the way he felt about his Bones.

"I see...So I was the one who was being used. I was merely second best to you." Sorrow and anger flashed through Hannah's eyes as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. "Now I've never regretted something so much in my entire life. I'm glad I rejected you. Thanks for taking the blindfold off of my eyes. I hope you two are happy..." Booth was having a hard time reading her. He wasn't sure if she was being sincere about the last part or sarcastic.

"Hannah...I-"

"No...Just...No. You have no idea how betrayed and used I feel. I hope guilt eats you alive, Seeley Booth. I'm no longer sorry if I hurt you. You should have just been glad, so don't ever try and tell me I hurt you. The only person who really hurt you is Temperance. Anyway, I'm done with this." Hannah shoved past him, causing a shocked Booth to stumble to the side.

The door slammed behind her and he winced at the loud sound. Truth be told, he hadn't felt that guilty until now. He didn't realize how much he really had been using Hannah. Had he realized it sooner he would have nipped it in the bud.

Sighing, the FBI agent shuffled to his desk and took a seat. "Damn..." He mumbled as he let his head drop onto his desk, emitting a large sigh.