Friday January 9th
"So Bones are you done yet?" Booth asks as he rubs his gloved hands together.
"Yes, you can take the body back now," she tells one of the guys from the Jeffersonian.
"So are we going to lunch?"
"Maybe later. I need you to drop me off at my car."
"Why?" he questions as they climb into his standard issue SUV.
"I have a doctor's appointment," she tells him as he turns on the car.
"What time?"
"Crap I'm going to be late," she answers as she stares at the clock in the dash.
"Why don't I just take you to your doctor's appointment? Would that keep you from being late?"
"Yeah. You don't have to..."
"You'll freak out if you're late."
"No I won't."
"You hate being late."
"I'll get over it."
"Please just let me take you to your appointment."
"Fine," she secedes.
Half an hour later they arrive at her doctor's office. He watches her closely as they go into the office. She announces her presence to the receptionist and then takes a seat next to Booth.
"What?" she asks when she sits down.
"Why are you whating me?"
"You were staring at me."
"You don't waddle."
"Am I supposed to?"
"I don't know. Most women do when they're eight and nine months pregnant, actually they waddle before that."
"I don't know why they would do that."
"I don't think that it's intentional."
"Still. Ducks waddle, people shouldn't."
"Ok. Don't be so defensive."
"I'm not being defensive."
"You are."
"Whatever," she replies as she grabs a magazine off the table in front of her.
After she flips through approximately half of the magazine she looks up.
"What are you looking at now?" She questions.
"Nothing."
"You were looking at something what?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because it'll make me sound like a pervert."
"Just tell me."
"No,"
"Booth!"
"I just... your... never mind. I'm not going to say it," he tells her.
She follows his line of sight. She focuses on what he's staring at and then slowly moves her eyes back up to meet his. "My breasts? Are you seriously looking at my breasts?"
"You're my partner and it's not right I know that but..."
"But what?"
He clears his throat and then answers, "Nothing. I shouldn't have thought it."
"Thought what?"
"Nothing, forget I said anything."
"Just tell me."
"You're going to get mad."
"I won't get mad."
"Yes you will," he argues.
"I'm going to get mad if you don't tell me."
"Fine. I just... they're big."
"What?"
"Your you know."
"My breasts?"
"Yeah those."
"And your point?"
"I just hadn't noticed... not that I was looking you know what there is no way to fix this so I'm just going to stop while I'm ahead."
"They're supposed to get bigger you know that right?"
"Yeah. I'm familiar with the process Bones."
"So why are you so shocked?"
"They're just out there."
"What?"
"Nothing. I'm just going to shut up now. Can you give me a magazine?"
She looks at him suspiciously as she reaches for a magazine. She picks up the first one that her hand lands on. She hands him the magazine. He looks at the cover, and then at her.
"Really Bones? You want me to read Seventeen Magazine?"
"You asked for a magazine you didn't say what kind."
"You know what? It's fine. I'm eager to learn about manicure tricks," he jokes.
"Do you get manicures?"
"Bones just be quiet. Let's just not talk."
"You started it."
"Yeah well I'm ending it."
"Ok," she almost smiles at him.
"Bones for once can I just have the last word?"
"Fine."
"Bones."
She rolls her eyes and reaches for another magazine.
A short brunette nurse comes into the waiting area and calls, "Temperance Brennan."
Temperance gets up. Seeley follows her.
"Do you really have to come with me?"
"Do you want me to tell your superiors?"
"Fine," she agrees reluctantly.
The nurse weighs her and takes her blood pressure as well as all of the other standard things. She sits on the vinyl table and waits for the doctor. Fifteen minutes later the doctor comes in.
He goes over to Seeley and with and extended hand says, "It's nice to see you again."
The doctor hovers over Temperance and begins to ask questions.
"How have you been feeling?"
"Fine," she answers benignly.
"What do you do for a living?" he questions.
"I'm a forensic anthropologist."
"Is that stressful?"
"Sometimes why?" she answers.
"I'm just asking because I'm a little bit concerned."
"Why is something wrong?"
"I'm not satisfied with the amount of weight that you've gained. Your blood pressure is also a little bit high. Not dangerously high, but high enough to watch."
"Ok."
"Why don't I take a look at the baby before I make a decision," he suggests.
"Ok," she agrees.
Nearly five minutes later they're staring at the black and white screen.
"Everything looks normal. I'm actually surprised. Despite the lack of weight gain he's bigger than expected."
"Is that bad?" she asks.
"No. It just means that he's going to be a little bit bigger than most babies are if he continues to grow normally."
"Oh."
"I'm hesitant to do this," he admits as he hands her a kleenex to wipe off the gel, "But I can tell that you're very dedicated to your job."
"Do what?" she questions.
"If you continue to work, and put yourself in stressful situations I foresee this baby coming earlier than his due date."
"So what do I do? I can try to..."
"I'd rather be safe than sorry."
"Ok. What does that mean?"
"I'm putting you on bed rest until further notice. I want you to stay home and take it easy."
"No. I have to work," she argues.
"Miss Brennan."
"She has a doctorate," Seeley interjects on her behalf.
"Doctor Brennan this is what is best for your baby. I understand why you're hesitant about bed rest but it's what we need to do at this point. I'm comfortable re-evaluating the situation with you at your next appointment, but right now I need you to go on bed rest."
"You're kidding right?"
"No ma'am I'm very serious."
"I can do my job and be..."
"You have a stressful job. The last thing you need right now is stress."
"There is no alternative?"
"No," he answers shaking his head in finality.
"Fine," she huffs.
Later that day back at the Jeffersonian.
"Hey Booth where is Doctor Brennan? Didn't she ride back with you?"
"Yeah. She had a doctor's appointment."
"I'm aware. I thought that she would be back by now."
"Well Cam she would, except the doctor put her on bed rest."
"What?"
"Yeah. She wasn't very happy about it."
"I would imagine not. She loves her job. I guess I'm just surprised that she actually listened."
"She probably wouldn't have, but I dropped her off at her apartment against her will. She wanted to come back to work."
"I'm going to have fun explaining this to my boss."
"Sorry Cam."
"It's ok, it's not your fault."
"Do you know where Angela is?"
"I would assume that she's in her office. Why?"
"We've got to take Temperance's car to her after work."
"You left her carless?"
"So?"
"What if she has an emergency?"
"She knows how to dial a phone."
"What if she needs her car?"
"What would she need her car for? I'm going to take it to her after work."
"What kind of car does she drive?"
"Some fancy convertible."
"Is..."
"Don't ask me. I wouldn't know," he answers.
"Ok," she sighs.
He heads off to find Angela. He finds her sitting at her computer as usual.
"Hey can you help me out after work?"
"What do you need help with?"
"I have to take Temperance's car to her."
"What part do you need help with?"
"I guess she can just drive me back to get my car."
"Wait why do you have to take her car to her in the first place?"
"I dropped her off at home."
"Why?"
"Because the doctor put her on bed rest."
"I bet she's thrilled with that."
"Yeah."
"I'll just go with you. I mean if she brings you back then she'll be tempted to come in here and work."
"Exactly."
"Maybe we shouldn't take her car to her at all."
"Why not?"
"I'm going over there tomorrow any way."
"Why?"
"I have to force her to go shopping."
"Why?"
"Let's see. She is thirty some odd weeks pregnant, and she has bought nothing."
"She's going to use the bed rest as an excuse."
"That's not going to fly."
"Good luck with that."
"So don't worry about the car. I'll drop her off to get it tomorrow."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah I'm sure," she nods,"Besides she'll be too exhausted to work."