A/N I have no idea of Brennan's address so this is purely made up. The name of the florist is real but I have no idea how much their roses are. This chapter is a little longer then usual hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 12.
Brennan awoke to the sunlight emanating through the bedroom curtains. The next thing to catch her attention was Booth and the way he was looking at her. He was stroking her hair and his eyes were still full of passion and lust.
"Morning Beautiful" were the first words to escape his lips. He smiled as he leaned in closer, his lips touching hers. "I love you" he whispered.
"I love you too Booth" she managed to reply as Booth finally pulled away. She quickly turned her attention to the clock like it was second nature. When she saw it read nine thirty she let out an almighty gasp and she instantly shot up "Booth the time! I need to get to the lab."
"Calm down Bones." He shook his head in disapproval. "Have you forgotten already? No work for the next four weeks."
Brennan sighed. It was just she was so used to her normal routine of getting up, taking a shower and then dressing herself ready for work. It was definitely going to take a little time to get used to the fact she was going to be a lady of leisure for pretty much a whole month. To be perfectly honest she wasn't sure how she would cope being stuck at home. "Can I at least take a shower?" Was her next question, hoping she wouldn't be denied that.
"Of course you can Bones." He snuggled in next to her "Can I join you?"
With that lost puppy dog look evident in his eyes there was no way she could turn him down. "Well...Okay then."
After a playful twenty minutes in the shower that really didn't involve much washing of the hair or body they both emerged from the bathroom, both of their faces glowing. "You make yourself comfortable on the couch and i'm going to make you a nice breakfast" Booth informed her as he began humming away to himself.
Temperance Brennan certainly wasn't used to being waited on and it kind of made her feel inadequate. "There really is no need for that Booth." He wasn't listening though, instead he was already fishing around in the kitchen for some fruit and cereal. "You know Booth I was thinking..."
"What?" He asked now turning out her cupboards for a bowl and plate.
"Do you think we should tell the others about the baby? There is no real reason to keep it a secret any longer is there?"
"Who did you have in mind Bones? Just the rest of the squint squad or.. like everyone." He was most worried about Cam and how she would take the news. True they were no longer an item but he had the uneasy feeling it would bring up underlying emotions, from her not him. He had to remind himself over and over that he no longer had any interest in her whatsoever. No Bones is the only woman for me. She has and always will be.
"Well all your people know so I think it only fair my people know" she added.
Booth came into the living room and knelt down in front of her taking her hands in his. "You've made me so proud Bones, so of course we can tell everyone. We can shout it from the rooftops if you'd like?"
"I wouldn't quite go that far" she joked humorously. "I just wanted to make sure that you're okay with it."
"Look before you tell them would it be okay if I tell one other person first."
Brennan raised her eyebrows "Who?"
"Parker."
Parker. Oh god I didn't even think about him. "Yes" she nodded "Parker should know. Do you think he'll be excited?"
"Excited he'll be esctatic he's always wanted a brother or sister."
"Half brother or sister" she corrected him.
"That doesn't really matter Bones. What matters is he'll have a little brother or sister to help take care of. Now i'll finish up getting you that breakfast."
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Agent Morris and Agent Quinn had arrived at the abortion clinic to obtain the records in the McAdams case they were now working on. The nurse was pretty reluctant to hand them over but with the warrant that she was served with she really didn't have much choice.
"Do you mind if I take a look at these first?" Quinn asked Morris when they were seated back in the car.
"Sure why?" Do you have one of your gut instincts coming on again?" Morris quizzed as he handed the file over.
"Not really, but I promised Agent Booth to be thorough in this investigation, and I think i've sparked up quite a close working relationship with him. He did after all nominate me to keep him informed on anything detrimental to the case." It was like he felt superior. Starting the the engine up he pulled out into the busy morning traffic
Morris had thought he was rambling so he just nodded in agreement "Fine man. You take a look at the file and let Booth know anything important. He has after all got his work cut out for him taking care of that a partner of his."
"What do you mean?" Quinn asked rather bluntly, not caring too much for that comment.
"Well from what i've heard she's a pretty stubborn piece of ass."
"Quinn reddened in anger "I don't think thats anyway to talk about a lady."
"Come on man. I was just joking around." He began to laugh in his own defense, yet he could see it had obviously gotten to Quinn, so he couldn't help liven up the conversation "I guess you just gotta feel sorry for that kid she's carrying."
Quinn was not impressed with his attitude towards Brennan that he immediatley slammed on the brakes forcing Morris forward."
"What the hell are you doing Quinn?" Morris yelled, now holding his head that recieved a pretty bad knock
"Gosh Morris I thought I saw something in the road." Inside he was sniggering to himself "Sorry bout that."
"Yeah well just pay more attention to the road next time. Are we clear?"
"Crystal" With a disconcerting salute he continued on with their journey.
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"So when are you planning on telling Parker about the baby?" Brennan asked after finishing the lovely breakfast Booth had conjured up.
"I thought I would tell him today, after I put my 'investigative skills to the test' as you put it and seek out this elusive florist."
"Good, about telling Parker that is. What did you tell Cam about me not being at the lab?"
"I told her you were sick Bones, and I think everyone deserves one sick day now and then don't they?"
"I guess, but for four weeks. I doubt she's going to be happy. What if she fires me?"
"You're pregnant Bones and when she knows the truth she can't fire you. Like any other pregnant woman you have your rights. Now when i'm gone there is to be no sneaking off to the lab. Don't forget i'm an FBI agent and if you feel inclined to make any unexpected trips to the Jeffersonian i'll find out, cause investigating is what I do best.
"Fine no trips to the lab. I promise."
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It took him less then an hour to track down the florist where the flowers had been delivered from. "Rose Express" He told himself out loud. He made a note of the address and then went to pay the florist a visit. As he walked up to the entrance first impressions told him that this was a very expensive florist. One just had to look at the prices to know that this florist was for someone who must have been raking it in.
"Can I help you?" The young woman behind the counter asked. Whoa he is dishy. Making herself a mental note.
"I hope so." He held up his FBI badge. "Special Agent Seeley Booth."
"FBI?" She inquired "Our flowers didn't kill anyone did they?"
"No not this time" he grinned. "I'm just after some information." He turned on his best charm smile. "Some flowers were sent from this florist to a Temperance Brennan. Apartment 2B, Lincoln Ave. They were delivered yesterday evening around eight pm.
"Well we delivered a lot of flowers yesterday and then there is the fact we do deliver until ten" she reminded him.
"How often does someone order twenty four red roses?" He was pretty sure that would get her attention.
"Twenty four! Gosh that would have been a very expensive order. $199.50 to be exact."
Booth almost choked when he heard the price. "$199.50?"
"Yes plus delivery which is an extra $7.50."
"That is just daylight robbery."
The cashier returned a friendly smile "I'll just check our records."
Booth tapped his foot rather impatiently. Whoever sent those flowers were out to make an impression all right. He still had a creeping feeling of anxiety. Whatever way Brennan wanted to interpret this he did have every right to be cautious.
"Here it is. Twenty four red roses ordered yesterday at three o clock. Wow same day order that would incurr another $3 charge."
"Okay what else do you have? How were they paid for?"
She scanned the paperwork again. "It was a telephone order."
"Thats good, so that means they would have used a credit card then?"
"Yes, but you know I can't give any information like that to you don't you?"
It was true he would need a warrant and he could only imagine what Cullen would say about it. He was never going to agree to him obtaining credit cards records based on his so called need to satisfy his over active imagination and jealous mind.
"Thanks." Booth left the shop disappointed to say the least. The card was absolutely of no value to him now. He had been right, it had been written by someone else.
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Brennan had read her entire library of forensic anthropology books whilst Booth was absent. After making herself a coffee she decided to find out what was going on at the lab. She went over to retrieve her laptop when the doorbell rang. She sauntered across to answer it looking through the peephole first. She was a little surprised to find none other then Agent Quinn standing there.
What's he doing here? It wasn't that she didn't appreciate him being here, it was just she felt a little embarassed at the circumstances in which they had last met in. Nevertheless she opened the door offering her best smile.
"Dr Brennan!" His face was gleaming as he saw her standing there. She was certainly looking much more healthier then the last time he had seen her.
"Agent Quinn." She could tell by his body language he was itching to be invited in.
"I'm sorry, come in." She moved aside to let him through, the musky smell of his cologne causing her to coughy slightly.
"Are you alone?" He asked suspiciously as he peered around her apartment. He hadn't seen any sign of Booth so he figured that she was indeed here on her own.
"Booth had to nip out but he'll be back soon. I've just made coffee would you like some?"
"That would be nice, thankyou." He stepped into the living room and was soon met with the aroma from the huge bunch of flowers. "Wow! Are they from Booth?"
"No!" she answered a little more abruptly then she intended.
"Oh who are they from?" Now, now, now try not to act too inquizzitive.
"Actually I have no idea. This guy delivered them last night and my first obvious reaction was that they had to be from Booth, but when I questioned him he was quite adamant he didn't send them." Brennan handed him his coffee whilst offering him a seat on the couch. "Would you believe it? He was actually so bothered by them that he's gone to check out the florist. He's pretty insistant on finding the mystery sender."
Quinn held his breath. Don't panic he won't find anything. I've covered my tracks. "So Booth was that worried huh?"
"Yes he was. He thinks I have a stalker, which is totally ridiculous. The only reason he's worried is because he's jealous."
"Why would he be jealous?"
"Because then he would have to share me with the mystery flower sender." She had to laugh at that.
"They are beautiful though aren't they?" Quinn asked her.
"I suppose they are." She lowered her voice after that as if worried or anxious "I just wish I knew who they were from."
Quinn desperatley bit his tongue. He was really eager tell her it was him who sent the flowers, but he decided to hold off for a little longer. He wasn't really sure how he would explain himself. She may get upset, or angry and he wouldn't want that at least not in her delicate state.
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A/N so for those who didn't know it was Agent Quinn who sent the flowers.