Once again, the reviews are very much appreciated. In response to a few, I am not from New Zealand. I wish. And I really wish that one day I will meet a man like Booth who will surprise me with a trip to the Waitomo Caves for my birthday. Also, I am not writing about their trip because I have a much bigger plan that I cannot keep in any longer. I do believe you will like it better anyway. You be the judge.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones; if I did Dr. Brennan would be the Head of Forensics at the Jeffersonian.

Note: This chapter takes place 5 weeks after the last one, and 6 after the one previous to that.

Brennan and Angela walked up the stairs of the platform where Zach, Cam, and Hodgins were already examining their latest sets of remains. They were met with a victim, who appeared to have been ripped apart my some kind of animal leaving his body with only about a third of the flesh.

"Oh my God! What is that smell? That body is disgusting!" exclaimed Angela.

"Dr. Brennan can you give us a sex and age?" asked Cam.

"Victim appears to be male, mid 40s to early 50s."

"Any idea what kind of animal is responsible?"

As Brennan took a closer look at the bones, she began to feel sick. She ignored it, took a deep breath and began, "Doesn't appear to be human but I can't be sure with the …" She felt the bile rising in her throat, she put her fist in front of her mouth and swallowed, then continued, "…amount of flesh left on the bone. Zach, remove the remaining skin from the bones and find me when you're done."

And with that Brennan turned around and walked as fast as she could to the bathroom, leaving the rest of the squints staring at each other with confusion evident on their faces.

"I'm on it," stated Angela and with that she jogged after her best friend.

When she reached the bathroom she was met with the sound of heaving and then the flush of a toilet from one of the stalls. She looked toward the bottom of the stall door and saw the figure of Brennan sitting on the cold tile floor. She knocked.

"Bren?"

"I'm fine, Ange," replied Brennan.

"Open the door."

"I'm fine, I just need a minute."

"I may not be strong enough to break down the door but I am definitely small enough to climb under it so open the door … now!"

Brennan didn't feel like arguing with Angela so she opened the door.

"Sweetie," Angela said as she reached her hand out for Brennan's and helped her to her feet, "What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" Brennan asked as she washed her face and hands.

"You just got sick after looking at remains. I'm pretty sure that's never happened in your entire life."

"It wasn't the remains, Angela, probably just something I ate."

"What did you eat today?"

"Um … nothing," answered Brennan.

"Nausea, vomiting, sensitivity to smell?"

"Those are three of the first signs of …" and with that Brennan's face dropped in shock, "not possible."

"Anything is possible."

"No really, I'm on birth control, it isn't possible. I can't …"

"Think Brennan, has there ever been a time where maybe you forgot? Not even you can be on top of everything every second of every day," said Angela.

"No. I can't … I can't deal with this right now," said Brennan as she stormed out of the bathroom.

She went to her office and tried to busy herself with paper work and book ideas but nothing seemed to work. She was tired so she decided to just lay on her couch until Zach was done with the remains. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift and that's when she remembered. She jumped up to her feet and went straight to Angela's office. When she went in she closed the door.

"I might be pregnant," Brennan blurted out.

"I see you finally caught up to your own reality," responded Angela.

"I was on antibiotics for strep throat, we had sex. Antibiotics make birth control ineffective. How could I have …"

"Sit down, sweetie; your pacing is making me dizzy."

Brennan sat down on Angela's couch and Angela sat down next to her.

"Oh my God. What am I going to do?"

"You don't know that you're pregnant yet."

"No, but I need to know what to do before that. If I tell Booth that I might be pregnant, he's going to be the happiest man on Earth, but I never wanted children, I don't …"

Angela reached over and grabbed Brennan's hand, "Look at me," Brennan did as she was told; "You ever think that maybe things happen for a reason?"

"I think that there is a rational explanation for every occurrence, but I don't see what the reason for me being stupid enough to forget the fact that I was on antibiotics could be."

"Well rationally speaking, the goal of every organism is to produce fit offspring. Maybe science is naturally selecting you to have a child with Booth because you two have such great breeding qualities," said Angela.

Brennan laughed.

"What?" asked Angela.

"That was a very good attempt at using my thought process against me."

"Well, I hope it worked," said Angela as Brennan hugged her and then walked out of her office.

When Brennan returned home from work, her husband was already there, sitting on the couch watching hockey.

"Hey, babe," Booth said as Brennan walked over to him and gave him a soft, quick kiss and then sat down on the couch next to him.

Brennan knew that within one moment of them sitting there in silence, Booth would be able to figure out that was something on her mind so she just went for it, "We need to talk."

Booth saw a look of concern in his wife's eyes so he immediately took her hand into his. "What's up?"

"Antibiotics, they counteract the active agent in birth control, leaving it useless to prevent fertilization. I uh …"

"Spit it out, Bones."

"I might be pregnant. I've been nauseous and the smell of our latest victim made me sick this morning."

"I told you that everything happens at least once," Booth smirked, "But you don't want kids," stated Booth as his smile faded.

"I didn't want kids. But like you said, who knows better than me how fragile life can be. If there is something inside of me that has the potential to be a human life, I wouldn't hurt it. Plus it's yours too, a life made up of half of my DNA and half of yours. For some reason I can't think of anything more incredible than that."

Booth smiled widely, "So?"

"I bought a test. Should I take it now?"

"Oh, yeah," smirked Booth.

Brennan walked into the bathroom, took the test and set the timer, and then she walked out of bathroom and returned to her position of the couch next to Booth. He took her hand into his. A few minutes later the timer went off. Brennan stood up and pulled Booth up with her and they walked hand in hand to the bathroom. She looked down at the test and then looked up at Booth.

"Hey, daddy," said Brennan.

"Really?"

"I'm pregnant."

"Are you happy?"

"Extremely," responded Brennan as Booth picked her up and spun her around.

So let me know, was this chapter better than just writing about the vacation? Your thoughts mean the world to me. :)