"What are you doing?" Angela asks as she steps into Brennan's office.

"I'm reading,"

"What are you reading?"

"A book,"

"What kind of a book?"

"Why does it matter?"

"It doesn't I was just curious,"

"Oh," Temperance answers as she holds the book up for Angela.

"Is it helpful?"

"I want to say yes,"

"But?"

"It's more terrifying than helpful,"

"But?"

"I should be prepared,"

"Oh I have pictures,"

"Of what?"

"The Halloween party. They're great,"

"Define great?"

"There are a lot of ones with Booth eyeing you suspiciously,"

"I knew that it bothered him,"

"You being something that he's mortally afraid of?"

"Yeah,"

"If you want the pictures I gave them to Cam,"

"Why?"

"She wanted to see them,"

"And?"

"Her face was priceless when she saw the picture of all of us,"

"I still don't understand why you'd want pictures of that,"

"So we can remember it,"

"Why would you want to remember it?"

"Why wouldn't you want to?"

"I was a clown,"

"You were an adorable clown,"

"Maybe you should talk to Booth about that,"

"Yeah. So I want to hear more,"

"About what?"

"You sleeping with him,"

"There isn't anything to tell,"

"Sure there is. I mean how did you two wind up sleeping together?"

"Who did she sleep with?" Cam questions as she comes into the room.

"Booth,"

"I didn't sleep with him the way that you think I slept with him," she answers quickly.

"Then how did you sleep with him?" Cam questions.

"She actually slept with him," Angela tells him.

"I don't understand," Cam admits.

"There was no sex, just sleeping," Angela clarifies.

"Oh. Why did you sleep with him?"

"He slept with me,"

"Why?"

"I don't know. He thought that I would actually sleep if he was there,"

"And did you?" Cam questions.

"Yeah,"

"Oh," Angela comments as she looks at Cam.

"What?"

"Nothing," Angela answers.

"No what was that look about?"

"Nothing just... you have a connection with him,"

"He's my partner Angela,"

"I know, but there's something more there,"

"No there isn't," she defends herself.

"We're not going to judge you if there is," Cam tells her.

"Well there isn't,"

"Are you sure?" Angela questions.

"Yes I'm sure,"

"You didn't feel safe?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"A valid one,"

"I don't know,"

"You obviously did if you actually slept," Angela answers.

"How can you tell that?'

"If you didn't feel safe you wouldn't have slept," Cam points out.

"I hate psychology,"

"We know,"

"So then can we not talk about this anymore?"

"Do you want these?" Cam asks Angela.

"Give them to her she hasn't seen them yet,"

"Ok," Cam agrees.

Temperance rolls her eyes as Cam hands her a stack of pictures.

After Halloween times seems to fly by for Temperance.
November 24th: When Temperance gets to work Seeley is waiting for her in her office.

"How did you get in here?"

"It was unlocked,"

"No it wasn't,"

"I have a key,"

"Where did you get a key?"

"I can't tell you that it's confidential,"

"Why are you in my office?"

"I was waiting on you,"

"Well I'm here now what do you need?"

"Where were you?"

"I had a doctor's appointment,"

"Oh. Why didn't you tell me about it?"

"I didn't want you to go,"

"Didn't the doctor ask questions?"

"Of course he's a doctor that's his job,"

"I mean about me,"

"Yeah,"

"And?"

"I didn't lie. I told him that you were at work,"

"So is everything ok?"

"Yes. Everything is normal,"

"But?"

"He said that he was concerned with the amount of weight that I had gained, or more precisely the lack thereof,"

"So he told you that you were to skinny too?"

"Those weren't his exact words,"

"But he told you that for as far along as you are you should have gained more weight,"

"I've gained weight since we've had this conversation last,"

"I know,"

"How do you know? Can you weigh me with your eyes?"

"No, you just don't as sickly anymore,"

"I looked sickly?"

"Yeah. You were too skinny... are too skinny,"

"I am?"

"Yeah. You should be a lot bigger than you are,"

"I've gained weight," she insists.

"How much?"

"I don't know,"

"You were at the doctor's office of course you know. I'm sure that you got weighed,"

"Eleven pounds,"

"And how many did you lose?"

"Fifteen," she answers quietly.

"Exactly. You should have gained about twice as much as you have,"

"When did you become an expert?"

"I have a kid,"

"So?"

"If someone didn't know you really well they would have no clue,"

"Is that bad?"

"It is when you're six months pregnant,"

"I don't have any control over the situation,"

"You have more control over the situation than you think. Your stress level might have something to do with..."

She cuts him off, "I'm not stressed."

"You're always stressed,"

"No I'm not,"

"Have you had any luck sleeping?"

"Some,"

"So what are your plans for Thanksgiving?"

"I don't have any why?"

"I thought that you would be spending it with your family,"

"No,"

"Have you talked to your brother lately?"

"No why do you ask?"

"He called me,"

"Why would he call you?"

"He said that he hasn't heard from you in months. He said that you won't answer his calls,"

"So?"

"You haven't told him have you?"

"Told him what?"

"That you're pregnant,"

"No,"

"Have you told your dad?"

"No,"

"Have you talked to him?"

"Not recently,"

"So you're ignoring both of them,"

"Not really. I'm just busy,"

"You're ignoring them,"

"So?"

"Why?"

"I don't know,"

"You don't want to tell them,"

"So? I don't think that it's unusual for me to be uncomfortable about talking about this with them,"

"They're your family,"

"And one of them is a murderer,"

"So? There isn't anyone to murder,"

"If he talks to you I wouldn't be so sure,"

"What do you mean?"

"You blame the doctor he might too,"

"Well I don't think that he'd be wrong,"

"I don't think that I can defend him if he kills Dr. Forrester,"

"I wouldn't arrest him,"

"Why not?"

"Because I agree with him. It would just be karma,"

"You can't really think that,"

"I do. The guy is a jerk and he deserves whatever is coming to him,"

"No one deserves to be murdered,"

"Some people do,"

"Well not for this. It wasn't his fault,"

"It might as well have been. You know you could sue him for medical malpractice," he suggests.

"What would that do?"

"Stick it to him,"

"I'm not interested in getting even,"

"Ok. It was just a suggestion," he rolls his eyes at her.