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Two weeks went by in silence.

Booth stayed away and Brennan isolated herself in her apartment. The first week had been the most difficult for her; mostly she just stayed in bed and cried. She cried for Booth and then eventually she allowed herself to cry for the child she'd lost. Brennan had wanted that baby; she'd wanted that baby for two years but it was a wish she had kept tucked away. After what her body had been through, she knew that her chances to conceive in the future were slim, it was devastating. Pushing Booth away had been a mistake.

The second week was much easier, although slightly numb. There was no more crying; she probably couldn't have even if she wanted to. As a child, and even into young adulthood, she'd never been one to cry at the drop of a hat. Lately she felt as if her tear ducts were making up for lost time.

She finally returned to work when she got a call from Caroline that a body had been found. She had wondered why Booth hadn't been the one to inform her but was grateful when she finally met up with him at the crime scene. They kept it professional but there was nothing they could do to defuse the tension. Once it was assess that the shot had been pulled off by Broadsky, she could see the grief fill Booth's eyes. She wasn't the only one dealing with something alone.

When she got back to the lab she met it with mixed feelings. She was thrilled to return back to her office but knew that she would soon be confronted by the friends she had been ignoring for the last three weeks. The ones that had stayed up with her in the hospital, and continued to call her everyday despite continually being sent to voicemail.

"Are you dying?" Angela wasn't letting her have a moment to settle in.

"Technically, we are all dying but…"

"You know what I mean. Are you dying? Will you be dead in the foreseeable future?" her frustration was evident.

"Not to my knowledge," Brennan slumped back in her chair. She was really going to regret ignoring all of those phone calls.

"Good to know," She coldly turned and began to leave Brennan's office. That was all she wanted to know.

"Wait, Ange. Why do you want to know if I'm dying?"

"That's all any of us have been able to come up with. We assumed that you must have gotten some horrible news about yourself at the hospital and that's why you haven't been returning phone calls and that's why you broke up with Booth," Angela was relieved to hear her best friend wasn't dying but that relief only caused her anger to grow.

"I didn't break up with Booth…" at least she hadn't thought she did.

"You were yelling at him to leave your place in the middle of the night—talking about how things weren't working—yeah. You haven't called him—sounds like a break up to me, Sweetie."

Brennan rubbed her temples; it wasn't like she hadn't expected this. "You're upset with me…"

"Yeah, you know, I am. I've been calling you everyday worried sick about you. We all have been. Booth has been walking around like a ghost…" Angela was starting to realize that she'd never been this upset with Brennan in six years. It was a very strange feeling.

"Angela… I'm sorry," She could see Angela was starting waiver but there was still a lot of anger there.

"So… Broadskyi's back…" The change of subject was a tiny offering of an olive branch. "You should be there for him. He's going to need you."

Brennan gave a slight nod, "I was pregnant." She could see the terror hitting Angela's face as she held her own stomach, "I didn't know. I found out after the accident."

"Sweetie…" Angela walked around her desk and wrapped her arms around Brennan. "I'm so so sorry".

"It's okay… I think I'm okay now," Brennan was proud of herself for getting through it without any tears. Angela, however, was sobbing.

"That's horrible…"

"It's okay. Now was not a good time anyway," Brennan tried to force a slight smile.

"Bren, you've wanted that baby for a long time now. I'm sorry, but I know you," Angela had watched Brennan give up the hope of having a baby after Booth's tumor and then again watched her friend envy her growing belly. "You have to tell, Booth".

"I know," But Brennan didn't know how. "I thought it would just be easier not to tell him. He's going to blame himself, Angela. He can't rationalize it like I can…"

"Sweetie, you don't rationalize something like this… you have to tell him."

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