Chapter Twleve:
Labor and Delivery….

It all started off as a typical day at work. They were standing around in Angela's office, looking at a recreating on the explosion when she buckled over, dropping the remote to her computer and gripped her lower stomach. She had been having small contractions all day but, since she was only thirty-six weeks, she tried to tell herself that her labor was false. She was sadly mistaken.

Booth turned on the sirens in the SUV as Brennan and Hodgins helped Angela into the back. Once they were all buckled in, he stepped on the gas, making head way for the hospital.

"You really, ow, don't have to do this, Booth." Angela sighed, holding her hands on her stomach.

"Why pay for an ambulance, babe?" Hodgins asked, gritting his teeth. Angela had a death hold on his hand, nearly cutting off circulation to all of his fingers. Booth watched them in the rear view mirror and smiled.

"I remember when Rebecca went into labor," He shook his head. "I'm surprised I still got this thing," He said, taking his right hand off the steering wheel and placing it in Brennan's. She patted it lightly.

"Just you wait, Booth." Angela smirked for a moment. "You've got 25 more weeks 'till you're in this situation." Her voice raised in pitch as another contraction hit her. Booth swallowed and had a sudden flash back to Parker's birth.

"I nearly passed out the last time I had a kid," He sighed, focusing back on the road. Brennan giggled beside him.

"Well then, it looks like you're going to have to get used to seeing a live birth again, aren't you?" She joked, and, for a moment, she thought he turned a slight shade of green. As they pulled into the hospital, Booth turned his siren off and helped Angela out of the car.

"My hospital bag is at home!" Angela realized as she was sat in a wheelchair.

"Bones and I will go get it," Booth said, grabbing Brennan by the arm. He hated hospitals, mostly after the brain tumor.

"Where is it, Ange?" Brennan asked, looking down at her friend with concerned eyes. Once the location of the hospital bag was delivered, they were back in the SUV, their sirens' blaring.

"What was so bad about Parker's birth that you're squish mish now?" Brennan asked, taking a hold of his hand. Booth sighed but there was a hint of a smile that played on the corner of his mouth.

"If I say Rebecca was the reason would I get hurt?" He asked, but Brennan didn't understand, so she just shook her head. Booth's smile remained. "Parker was bigger than we thought he was, and Becca doesn't do to well with pain anyway, let alone the pain of an eight pound baby."

"Well, didn't they give her an epidural?" Brennan asked.

"Oh, yeah, but, like I said, we were expecting a six pounder, not an eight pounder." He smiled, and they pulled into the Hodgins driveway. Brennan typed in the pass code and they walked through the garage. Booth followed her as she walked through their friend's house. As she made her way up to the nursery, Booth stayed downstairs. What Angela had said earlier, the fact that he had twenty five more weeks until he was going to be in that situation, was hitting him.

As he watched his fiancé, his partner, the mother of his child ascends the stairs, his mind raced with images to come. She already had a small bump hiding under her clothes, but he imagined her bigger, Angela big, as she waddled around, her stomach almost too big for her small frame. He saw her then holding a small child as he waited for her in the middle of the night with warm bottle in his hands.

"Booth," Her voice racked through his brain and he came back to reality. "Angela's already called twice; she's four centimeters dilated and ready to kill someone." She said, pointing back to the door.

"Oh, right," Booth said, grabbing the keys out of his pocket and making his way back to the car.

"Here," Booth's voice interrupted Hodgins' thoughts. He was sitting in the waiting room as Bren went in to be with Angela as she got her epidural. Hodgins' eyes met Booths as he handed his friend a cup of coffee.

"You guys really don't have to stay," Hodgins said, but then he took a drink of the strong brew and smiled at the FBI agent. "But I appreciate that you've stayed." He said, and they toasted to that. They boys were silent for a few moments before Booth sighed.

"I'm warning you, man, it's gonna get loud in there." Booth smirked.

"Gonna," Jack laughed. "The moment you left to get the baby bag she started screaming." And the two fathers shared a laugh. "I've seen dead body after dead body. I've seen so many species of bugs that I can't even count, but, when it comes to new life," the entomologist sighed and shook his head. "I don't know how you did it man." He patted his friend on the back. Booth shook his head, returning the pat.

"In all honesty man, it's one of the nastiest, ugliest, most preciously beautiful things you'll ever see." He whispered.

"That made no since scientifically," Jack laughed. "But, personally, that was pretty awesome." Brennan stuck her head out of Angela's room.

"Hodgins," She said, looking between the two men. "Angela's requesting you." And she was inside the room again before either of them could answer.

The screams that ran through the hospital room were a combination of Angela's pain, Hodgins' pain, and their baby boy making his appearance into the world. Booth held the video camera as Brennan smiled, tears pooling in her eyes. Grace moved inside of her and Brennan's hand fell on her stomach, smiling. They placed the child on Angela's chest and she started laughing, and the rest of them joined in with her.

It was well after mid-night when Booth and Bones finally walked through the door of their home. They both had received several voicemails from the interns at the Jeffersonian, but neither of them was in the mood. As they slipped into their pajamas and crawled into bed, Booth's face was all aglow.

"You seem rather happy," She noticed as she slipped in beside him, finding her usual spot on his chest. He didn't say anything for a few moments; he just wrapped his arms around his anthropologist.

"Oh, Bones, I can't wait 'till you're bigger," He smiled. She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, yeah, back pain, swollen feet, and the whole bang." Brennan joked.

"You know I'll always give you free massages," He looked down at her, kissing her forehead.

"Free," She inquired. He shook his head, gently rubbing her lower back with his free hand. She cuddled into his side even more, closing her eyes, drifting to sleep.

Michael Cambridge was dead, there was no denying that, but how do you solve the reason behind suicide with the attempt of murder? The team at the Jeffersonian, minus two key members, was stumped. Booth had gone through Michael's case file over fifty times, and he still didn't understand his motive for murder.

"Particulates under the victim's fingernails, though they were burnt to a crisp, didn't match our victim." Wendell dropped a file down on a table next to the computer on the platform.

"I take it you video called Hodgins'?" Brennan asked, looking into the bones of the victim.

"Actually, no, I figured that one out by myself." He smiled, rather smugly of himself. "Also, judging from one of the tests Angela ran before her water broke," He held the open file up so Brennan could read. She tiled her head, looking at her intern and then back at the file.

"He was dead before the explosion?" She asked. Wendell shook his head, and then turned to the computer.

"Clark and I were here all night trying to figure out what on Earth killed him—"

"And we came up with this," Clark said, placing an object next to her on the clean table. She looked closer and pulled her gloves off.

"That's not your standard kitchen knife," Brennan said.

"It's home made," Clark said. "Personally sharpened," Brennan pulled her cell phone out and called Booth.

"Do you have evidence to confirm this?" He asked, and she nearly laughed.

"Besides the obvious stab wounds," Wendell asked, over hearing the conversation.

"Alright, fine, I get it. I'll be there in a few," He said. "I love you," He told Brennan.

"Oh, we love you too, Agent Booth." Clark joked, and Brennan hung up her phone.

"Get back to work, you two, before I call Cam." She smiled, grabbing another pair of gloves and settling into her work.