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Relaxing in the pool as the warm water swirled around them, Angela smiled, "You see, I told you, you needed this. You're practically falling asleep right now. Don't worry though, they won't let you drown. It wouldn't be good PR."

Not opening her eyes, Brennan returned the smile, "This is very relaxing. I'm glad you talked me into coming. Booth is doing quite well and he should be alright staying by himself this morning."

Shaking her head, Angela frowned, "No, Brennan. We're here to relax. Don't worry about Booth. He's a big boy and he can take care of himself."

One eye now open, Brennan frowned, "But he is recovering from brain surgery and he's on new medication to try to control his seizures. It isn't a matter of taking care of himself. It's a matter of making sure he's not in need of help."

Sure her friend was just being a worry wart, Angela shook her head and closed her eyes, "You told me he hasn't had one since he changed medicine so stop worrying or you're going to undo that heavenly massage you just had. Booth is fine."

Closing her eye, Brennan tried to think of nothing . . . she failed. "He was asleep when I left. Booth is going to a ball game this afternoon with Agent Morris Harris. If he gets bored this morning I'm sure he'll walk over to the Shop and Go and talk to Terry. They have become good friends since his brain surgery. The store is just a few blocks from my apartment so he walks over there and talks to her and sometimes he helps her stock her store shelves. Nothing heavy though, just chips and cookies. He says its a form of exercise."

Not sure she liked the sound of that, Angela opened her eyes in surprise and stared in alarm at Brennan, "Terry is a woman?"

Unaware of Angela's alarm, Brennan answered, "She's attending night school. Booth says her goal is to become a paralegal."

Her forehead crinkling with concern, Angela asked, "Have you met her?"

Nodding her head, Brennan smiled, "Yes, Booth took her flowers the day after she assisted him when he had a seizure at her store. She's very nice and she was very concerned about Booth. She stayed by his side until the EMTs came and got him. She was kind enough to call me to let me know what was going on."

Clearing her throat, Angela shook her head, "Nice or not, I wouldn't want my man hanging around another woman because he's bored."

Finally understanding her concern, Brennan opened her eyes, "Terry is twenty years old. Booth isn't interested in her sexually. He considers her a friend and nothing more."

Shaking her head, Angela sighed, "Okay, he's your boyfriend. I'm just saying."

Amused at her friend's grumpiness, Brennan closed he eyes and leaned against the pool's edge, "Yes he is and I trust him Angela. He is allowed to have friends." Opening her eyes again, Brennan stared at her friend, "I'd like to tell you something; but, I need your assurance that you won't tell anyone. Not even Booth."

Suddenly nervous, Angela leaned forward in the pool and stared at her friend, "You're alright aren't you? I know you've been tired lately; but, I thought it was because you work all day and you take care of Booth too."

Shaking her head, Brennan insisted on an answer, "Do you give me your word?"

Angela mentally prepared herself and promised, "I won't tell anyone."

Biting her lower lip, Brennan finally spoke, "I'm pregnant."

Feeling her jaw drop and her eyes widen, Angela gaped at her friend.

Puzzled, Brennan prodded her friend, "Angela, say something."

Her mouth open, Angela's face transformed into a joyous mask, "Oh my God, Sweetie. I can't believe this. This is fantastic news." Moving over to where Brennan was sitting, she hugged her friend and laughed, "Oh, I am so excited." Releasing her she moved to the bench next to her friend. "I have to say, you and Booth work fast."

Licking her bottom lip, Brennan stared straight ahead, "Sometimes I think Booth doesn't want the baby. I mean he told me he does and Booth doesn't lie to me, but ever since we found out I'm pregnant he's been acting odd. Sometimes I'll turn around and find him just staring at me. He has such a sad look on his face . . . sometimes he almost looks afraid. I've asked him several times what's wrong, but he just tells me the same thing over and over, that there is nothing wrong. We don't talk about my pregnancy; so, I don't know . . . I don't understand what he's thinking or how he feels. I'm not sure he wants another child."

Angela shook her head and tried to assure her friend, "Honey, I know Booth and he wants the baby. He loves you so much it's just obvious to everyone that knows him that he thinks you walk on water sometimes. If he's giving you sad looks then it's something else. He's alright isn't he? I mean, physically, he's recovering isn't he? He's talking about going back to work in two or three weeks."

Brennan assured her, "I've been to every appointment and his physician has told us he's doing remarkably well. It's not that, Angela."

Grimly staring at her friend, Angela responded, "You need to sit down with him and talk to him. Don't let him brush you off with the every thing is fine routine. Something is wrong and you need to find out what it is, but Honey, I'd bet you my car that Booth wants that baby. He loves you."

Brennan slowly nodded her head, "Yes, you're right. I'll talk to him tonight. I need to know what's wrong."

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Channel surfing, Max flipped from one television channel to the next, "Damn, 200 channels and nothing to is ridiculous. It's not like it was when I was a kid."

Not really caring what Max thought about his premium cable package, Booth ignored the older man. It had taken him a week to talk Brennan into getting cable and he was happy he had it. Realizing that the morning was getting late, he looked at his watch.

Curious, Max asked, "Why do you keep looking at your watch?"

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Booth answered, "I'm expecting Harris soon. I need to go downstairs and wait for him in about ten minutes. We're going to a game."

Irritated, Max asked, "Why didn't you tell me you were going to a game? Can I come?"

Not sure why Max wanted to come, Booth commented, "Harris and I have tickets. You can come but you won't be sitting next to us. I think the game is almost sold out."

Not concerned about that, Max turned the TV off and placed the remote on the coffee table. "I don't care about that. I'll take my chances when we get there."

Standing, Booth went in the bedroom to put on a baseball jersey over his t-shirt. Coming back out of the bedroom, he pointed towards the door, "Alright, if you're coming then let's go."

Listening to his knees pop as he stood, Max grimaced and followed Booth to the door.

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After buying hotdogs, a coke for Booth and a beer for himself, Agent Harris walked down to their seats and handed Booth his booty. Taking the sandwich and the coke, Booth smiled, "Don't forget you also owe me cracker jacks too."

Rolling his eyes, the younger agent looked at the Pitcher's mound to see who was pitching, "Yeah, yeah a deals a deal. I didn't forget."

Taking a bite out of his hotdog, Booth felt someone patting his shoulder. Turning around, he was surprised to see Max. Shaking his head, Booth protested, "You can't sit there."

Gleefully, Max held up a ticket and bragged, "Yes I can. I paid the guy who had this seat a hundred bucks for it plus he could have my seat which is on the third base line."

Suspicious, Booth asked him, "What for?"

His eyes roving over the field, Max let him know, "I wanted to sit by someone I know. It makes the game more interesting."

Booth frowned and took a bite out of his hotdog. Speaking around his food, Booth shook his head, "You're weird Max. A hundred dollars for a forty dollar seat? I wish I had money to burn."

Max lifted up his cup of beer and sipped it, "Yeah, well being at a game alone sucks, so it's worth it. I notice you found someone to go with. Well so did I."

Turning back around, Booth continued to eat his hot dog.

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