Chapter Eleven:
The second trimester started off with a bang, almost litterly, that is. Brennan was sitting their kitchen one Monday morning when there was a loud bang that came from outside their house. She was greatly confused.
"Booth," She called.
"Yeah," his voice called back.
"Did you hear that?" She asked, but he was already making his way down the stairs. She looked at him, scared and confused, and then she noticed that he had his gun in his hand.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"I'm not too sure, but I'm about to find out." He said, before stopping and grabbing their extra gun out of the drawer in their hallway table. "Cover me?" He asked, before he opened the door. She shook her head and watched as he opened the door carefully. The cop cars were already surrounding the block, and once came up to Booth, asking him to lower his weapon.
"You're Special Agent Seeley Booth, right?" The office asked. Booth shook his head. "And I assume the woman behind you is Dr. Temperance Brennan?" He asked. Again, Booth shook his head.
"Lower your weapon, Dr. Brennan; your team is already on their way." The officer said, and then he went back to Booth. "From what we can tell it's a suicide bomber, but the smoke is still thick. We noticed your SUV outside and went ahead and gave your team a call." After he was finished, their cell phones rang.
"Booth,"
"Brennan," They answered together, something they were shockingly good at.
"Yeah," Booth sighed. "The boys in blue already informed us. Yeah, see you soon." He closed his cell phone, told the cop to go see what else he could find out, and then went back in the house. Brennan was gathering her to-go bag and slipping on her lab suit.
"This damn thing is getting too small for me," She sighed, slipping it up her shoulders. Booth smiled and put the gun back into the drawer.
"You're getting into your second trimester, Bones." He said, putting his gun in his pocket and grabbing a notepad. "What do you expect?" She glared at him but then she saw the SUV's pull up and made her way outside.
"I heard the bang all the way across town," Cam said as the firefighters led her and Brennan inside. Neither of them was allowed to enter the building without a breathing mask on or a firefighter behind them. When they got to the body Cam sighed.
"This is going to be difficult," She said, and the skull of the victim rolled near Brennan's feet. As they worked their way around the room, they tried to collect as many bones and body parts as humanly possible.
"Victim appears to be male," Brennan's voice was muffled a bit by her mask, but she still understood.
"Found what blew him up," Hodgins' muffled voice came behind hers. Brennan and Cam turned their heads. Hodgins' was holding a black bottle, damaged from the explosion, and both of the women were greatly confused. "It's the main chemical used to make War issued bombs," Hodgins said, skipping all the science.
"Which could explain this," Cam said, grabbing a burned frame from the rubble. Inside the frame was a purple heart. Dr. Brennan turned around for a closer look and grabbed the walkie-talkie the fighters left with her.
"Chief Reynolds," Dr. Brennan called down to the fire chief.
"Yes, Dr. Brennan?"
"Could you send up Agent Booth please? We have some Army related items that only trained eyes will be able to decipher." She said, and Booth smiled at her words. He put on an oxygen mask and joined the ladies in the house.
"That's a standard purple heart medal," Booth said, and he didn't like the feeling he was getting in the pit of his stomach. According to the insignia that was located on the metal, the man who committed this crime was a former member of Booth's unit.
"Cambridge," He whispered, squinting his eyes to look at the brunt marks. He couldn't tell for sure, but he knew that whoever did this was a member of his former brigade, and that scared him. They gathered what parts of the body they could find and started their way back to the Jeffersonian while the FBI team tried to decipher where the other parts of the body were.
Booth rushed back to the Hoover, not really caring that he wasn't in a shirt and tie. This case had come out of nowhere, and it involved another one of his battle buddies. He was flipping through files when Hacker knocked on his door.
"So, you got her pregnant?"
"Good morning to you too, sir." Booth sighed and continued flipping through the files.
"Why am I always the last to know?" His boss asked. Booth sighed and stopped working for a moment to meet eyes with his boss.
"Listen, this whole relationship thing hasn't really been made public for a reason."
"You cold Caroline," Hacker pushed. "Is it because I'm her ex, Seeley?" He asked. Booth stopped for another moment and looked at his boss.
"Are you kidding me?" He asked. "Listen, Hacker," he said, not caring about formality. "Bones and I had a little accident and she got pregnant. We're not doing anything wrong here by getting together and raising this child together." He sighed, before going back to the files.
"Brennan's not the marrying kind, Booth." Hacker said, before making his way out of the office. Booth sighed, sitting back in his seat. He knew that, he knew that when he purposed to her. So, did that mean they were going to be engaged forever? He didn't know, but, even if they were engaged forever he would take it. A lifetime married or not, with Brennan is better than nothing at all.
"These burns are almost too severe to get a good look at anything," Clark sighed a dramatic sigh and Brennan smirked, looking at Cam.
"Clark, why don't you go take a lunch break?" She asked. "Dr. Brennan and I can handle it while you're gone."
"Oh, no, Dr. Soroyan, I'd love too, but Dr. Brennan—"
"Go take a lunch break, Clark." Brennan rolled her eyes again before looking back at Cam. "He seems really tense lately." She noticed. Cam shook her head in agreement.
"You're pregnant and engaged, Angela is nearing the end of her pregnancy, I think he's getting a little freaked out by the amount of change going on here."
"Should he talk to Sweets?"
"Should who talk to me?" Sweets asked, walking onto the platform with Angela.
"Clark," Cam sighed, snapping her gloves off. "He's not taking to this whole unit changing very well." She smirked before walking off the platform.
"So, anyway," Angela said, brining everyone back to the case. "Booth was right, from what I got from files and the minor facial reconstruction I did, our victim name is Michael Cambridge. He just got discharged from the Army—"
"Two months ago," Booth interrupted her.
"Yeah, what that one said." She said, before taking a deep breath. Brennan watched her friend with concerned eyes.
"He was discharged for medical purposes," Booth said, but his voice was becoming more and more distant the more and more Brennan focused on her best friend. Angela was taking deep breaths again, and the look on her face showed that she might be in some pain.
"You're having contractions," Brennan said.
"What?" Booth asked, confused. Angela inhaled again and shook her head.
"Their five minutes apart and getting stronger," She looked at Brennan. "I'm only thirty-six weeks, so I am trying not to go into labor." She smiled, and this made Brennan smile too.
"Well, that's completely irrational, there is no non-medical way to stop—" But she was cut off when Hodgins' swiped his card into the key swipe and held up a tiny vile of something.
"What is it?" Booth asked.
"Military Explosive Power,"
"But we already knew he was in the Military." Brennan said, keeping a close eye on Angela.
"Right, but," Hodgins headed to the computer and began furiously typing away. "What we didn't know is how he smuggled it past security when he signed his discharge papers." He stated. "I scanned the Purple Heart medal and figured out that the same material that was in the bomb was on the medal." He said, before turning back to Booth.
"So, he snuck this powered out in his Purple Heart case?" Booth asked, and when Hodgins confirmed, he was nearly turning red with anger.
"Why is it that all my battle buddies are great guys when we're in combat together, but when we all come back they either helps kill someone or nearly blow up an entire block?" Booth asked, shoving a piece of his lunch time pie in his mouth.
"It could easily be defined as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder." Brennan said, stabbing a juicy, uncooked strawberry with her fork.
"No, Bones, I have had PTSD. They…hell, I don't even know." Booth sighed, and returned to his pie. Brennan smiled and watched him.
"You've been eating a lot more recently," She said quietly, taking in another piece of fruit. "Sympathy eating is what the book calls it." She smirked.
"Sympathy, wait, what book?" Booth asked.
"'What to Expect When You're Expecting', Brennan smiled, reaching down into her bag and pulling a copy out of her bag. Booth looked at the woman in front of him and then down at the book she presented to him.
"I would've assumed that you already knew all this stuff," Booth smiled, taking the book and flipping through some of his pages. Brennan shrugged.
"I only took seven biology classes," Brennan stated. "None of them covered pregnancy very well." And then she watched as Booth read a page. "And I would've assumed you already knew what to expect." She said, grabbing the book away from him. He was on the morning sickness treatment page and she rolled her eyes.
"Well," He smiled, forking another bite. "You know what they say about assuming." He smiled, and Brennan shook her head, confused.
"No, actually, I don't."
"It makes an ass out of you and me." Booth smiled, enjoying the joke. Brennan's face remained blank. "A-S-S-U-M-E?" He asked, spelling it out for her. It took her a moment, but then he saw a small smile crack on her small face.
"Alright, I see it." She laughed for a moment. Booth took a piece of his pie and turned it to her. "You know I don't like my fruit cooked," She eyed him.
"I know you don't, but let's see if Grace does." He said, pushing the fork towards her. She looked at him before taking the fork and sticking it in her mouth. She wanted to disgusted, she really did, but the warm juices of the apples and the amazing mixture of soft and crunchy textures wouldn't let her.
"Alright," She said, chewing still. "You've won with apple pie," She said, handing back his fork. "But good luck with strawberry."
[A/N: Holy crap twists! Ha! Gotta love me! I hope you liked this chapter, I really do. I am proud of it, and I think this case is going to be interesting for Booth and Brennan. Oh, and there is going to be a labor scene (for Angela) coming soon. Just thought I'd warn you. Love you all, readers. All the love, ~P]
