Angela prolongs lunch as much as she possibly can. They finally return to the apartment around one thirty.
"I still don't understand how they lose a car."
"Someone tells them to," Booth replies as she steps into the apartment.
"What are you doing here? I thought that you went home."
"I did."
"So why are you here?"
"I had some stuff to do."
"Did you have something to do with this?"
"With what?"
"My car?"
"Maybe," he smiles devilishly.
"Where is my car?"
"How would I know?"
"You took it," she accuses.
"No I didn't. Your car is right where you parked it."
"It wasn't when I left."
"Go look," he tells her.
She rolls her eyes and leaves the apartment. She goes out of the building and into the parking garage. She gets walks down the aisle of cars all the way to the end where she usually parks her car. She finds her car with an envelope tucked under the windshield wipers. She grabs the envelope and tears it open. She finds a note inside. She reads it to herself. We got you good. Come back we've got a surprise for you. Angela and Seeley.
She rolls her eyes and makes her way back to the apartment. She angrily pulls open the door of her apartment, and finds noone.
She calls out, "Hello?"
There is no answer. She hears laughter. She follows Angela's cackling to the source. She stops outside of the guest bedroom. She knocks on the door. Angela and Seeley step out. Booth puts his hand over her eyes.
"Why are you covering my eyes?"
"For effect," he tells her as he carefully brings her into the room. He stops in the center of the room. Angela stops next to her and looks at Seeley with a huge grin. She nods, and Seeley removes his hands.
"Open your eyes," he tells her.
She complies. She looks around.
"Welcome to the jungle," Angela tells her.
She says nothing.
"Are you ok?" Seeley questions.
"Uh huh," she answers.
"Well what do you think?" Angela wonders.
"It's nice. I thought that you said that I had to..."
"The crib?"
"Yeah," she nods.
"Booth made it."
"Made it?"
"Well not the wood obviously, but I built it," he tells her.
"Thanks," she tells them quietly.
"We shouldn't have done this should we?" Angela second guesses herself.
"No. I'm glad that you did," Temperance answers.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. It's very sweet. Thanks."
"You still have a ton of stuff do though," Angela points out.
"Yeah. I'm excited."
"Don't be sarcastic. It's not normal for you," Booth tells her.
"Don't ever do that again," Temperance scolds.
"What?"
"The car."
"I don't know what you're talking about Bones," he grins.
"Yeah well don't let it happen again," she tells him.
"I'll try to make sure that it doesn't," he reassures her.
"Don't you two have other people you should be spending Christmas with?"
"We wanted to spend Christmas with you."
"Why?"
"Because–sweetie–you're kind of the Grinch."
"Angela she probably doesn't know what that means."
"I know what that means. It's a character from a Doctor Suess."
"Oh," Booth seems surprised.
"I do know a few things," she tells them.
"You can't be the Grinch anymore," Angela tells her.
"I'm not the Grinch," Temperance responds.
"Well make sure that you're cheerier, and more festive next year."
"Why?"
"You're having a baby."
"Your point?"
"Do you want to ruin Christmas for him too?"
"What?"
"Don't worry we'll help you out."
"With what?"
"Getting in the Christmas spirit."
"Angela we've got less than a year. I don't know if it's possible."
"Let's hope for everyone involved that it is."
Monday January 5th~Temperance has just arrived at the Jeffersonian. She is in her office. She's pulling her hair into a pony tail when Cam interrupts her. Cam gently knocks on the open door. Temperance looks up.
"Come in," she tells her.
"I've got a delivery," Cam informs her as she hands her a clear plastic package.
"A new lab coat?"
"Yes. They came in this morning. I've got to go track everyone else down and give them out."
"Thanks."
"Uh huh," Cam smiles as she turns to leave the room.
Temperance sits the package on her desk. She stares at it for a few minutes before doing anything. Finally she picks up the package and uses her fingernail to rip it open. She pulls one of the three new lab coats out of the package. She carefully unfolds it. She studies it carefully for a minute and then carefully inserts one arm. A second arm follows. She slowly begins to button the lab coat. She finds herself very relieved when she is able to button the lab coat without any problems. Once she successfully buttons the lab coat she finds herself staring at her stomach. She tries to put it out of her mind when she leaves her office. She heads to find Angela. She finds Angela at her computer.
"So did you get a face yet?"
"Uh huh."
"Did you get a match..."
"Not yet I just started."
"Does this make me look fat?"
"What?"
"The new lab coat does it make me look fat?"
Angela spins around in her chair. She stares carefully at Temperance as she answers. "I thought that you didn't care what other people thought."
"I don't. I was just asking for your opinion."
"Why does my opinion matter?"
"Because you're my best friend and you'll tell me the truth."
"You don't look fat."
"But?"
"You are pregnant."
"And?"
"And nothing. You just look pregnant. It's about time too. You were... and still are kind of small."
"I'm five foot nine."
"I mean your stomach. It's smaller than I would expect."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"I'm not a doctor how would I know?"
"You're more observant around people than I am."
"Are you saying that I know more about pregnant people than you do–even though you yourself are pregnant?"
"Yes."
"I don't."
"Sure you do."
"Are you going to have a baby shower?" Angela throws out.
"What?"
"A baby shower? Are you going to let me throw you a baby shower."
"I don't really understand the concept."
"It's a party. You get stuff for the baby, there are refreshments, and people ooh and ahh over you."
"No."
"Please," she begs.
"No. I don't want to go through that."
"But..."
"No. The answer is no."
"Have you gone shopping?"
"For what?"
"The baby."
"No. I've still got plenty of time."
"How far along are you? Like thirty..."
"I'm thirty one weeks."
"You only have nine weeks to take care of this. You do realize that babies can, on occasion, come early right?"
"They can come late too," Temperance points out.
"Either way you still need to get a move on."
"How much stuff can there really be?"
"Car-seats, strollers, blankets, diapers, bottles, clothes, toys, basinets, playpens, baby gates, safety stuff, the list goes on."
"What kind of safety stuff?"
"We're going to have to go shopping again aren't we?"
"I'm not shopping with you anymore."
"It's the only way you seem to be able to shop. I don't want you to forget anything. It'll be better if I go with you. We can go Friday night, or Saturday morning."
"Yeah fine."
"Are you sure?"
"No, but I know how persistent you are. I realize that I'm not going to be able to talk you out of this, so it's futile to even attempt to."
"You've finally come to your senses."
"I'm assuming that we're taking you car for this."
"Why?"
"My car is..."
"Right. Are you going to get a different car?"
"Why would I?"
"Because a baby isn't going to fit in your car."
"I like my car."
"I didn't say that you have to get rid of it."
"I should just buy another one?"
"Yeah. You know like a four door maybe."
"Why?"
"Have you ever tried to get a baby out of the backseat of a two door car?"
"No have you?"
"Yeah. Wait does your Mercedes even have a backseat?"
"Not exactly."