43-Hello, Handsome

Booth didn't hesitate in flicking on the sirens as they rushed over to Green Mount Cemetery. Jumping from the car, Booth found it off-putting that there was no crime scene tape for them to step under. He ran forward, Brennan walking behind him. "What happened?" he asked when they were all gathered around the grave. He was glad Cam had showed up too.

"The soil is turned, dude," Hodgins said as he crouched down. "This happened about…six days ago."

"Where could he have gone?" Angela asked.

"The FBI's checking all the cemeteries in a fifty-mile radius for any signs of tampering," Booth replied.

"I can analyze this, see if I can come up with any traces of clothing or something from the shoes."

Booth nodded. "The techs will be here in a few minutes."

"So what now?" Cam asked.

"We wait," Booth replied.


An hour later the team was back at the lab. Hodgins was analyzing the soil with Cam looking on in case any strange chemical compositions appeared. When Brennan began to again get stressed out about how little she could help so far, Booth suggested that she pick the boys up from school and bring them back to the lab. And so, as Hodgins and Cam hunched over computer screens and microscopes, Brennan sat on the couch reading to her boys. "Please don't go," she read. "We'll eat you up."

"We love you so," Booth finished as he stood in the doorway of the office, ankles crossed and hands in his pockets as he leaned against the door frame.

"Daddy!" James cried, scampering to him and waiting to be picked up. Jaime ambled after his older brother and Booth scooped them off the floor, one in each arm.

"Hey, buddy. Hey, Pickle," he said as he greeted them both with kisses. He sat down next to Brennan and James moved over onto Brennan's lap. "Be careful, pal," Booth told him.

James kneeled on Brennan's thighs, and she put her hand on his knee to stop him from hitting her stomach. "Why don't you go tell Aunt Angela about your day, sweetheart?" Booth and Brennan had agreed that they would tell the boys separately since they were worried about how Jaime would react to the change.

"Little Dude?" James asked, pointing at his brother.

"Little Dude's gonna stay here and wait for Aunt Cam, OK?" Booth told him. James nodded and took off. "Don't run!" Booth called after him. He settled himself on the couch to Jaime's left and glanced at Brennan.

"Mommy and Daddy have something very special to tell you, OK?" Brennan started. Jaime looked up at her curiously. "How would you feel if you had a little brother or sister?" Brennan held her breath as Jaime's wide eyes stared at her.

He sat motionless, contemplating the implications of what his mother was saying. Never before had he been a role model or someone to look up to, but that was exactly what was about to happen. He knew that he most definitely would have a younger sibling; he knew that when an adult asked how he would feel about something, that something was already in motion. It was just courtesy.

Of course, Jaime wasn't thinking those exact thoughts in that exact way, but he understood the general concept of Brennan's question. How are you going to handle this? What will you do when this happens? Now they were two questions he knew how to act on. He had chosen not to cry in front of his uncle when his uncle whipped him with his belt. He had sat in his closet, crying and shaking, after it happened. So how would he handle having a younger sibling? What would he do?

He blinked. The only older child he'd ever had any sort of sibling-esque relationship was his older cousin. She spent most of her time hiding him underneath the sink or, once, in the oven. But he knew his mother and father would never harm him or his brothers, so he didn't think they would harm the baby. Finally, he spoke up. "I don't know how."

"It's OK if you don't know how to feel, buddy. It's big news," Booth said, rubbing the boy's back.

"No," Jaime replied. "How…how do I be a big brother?"

Booth leaned forward. "Well, what do Parker and James do with you?"

Jaime smiled. "They play with me!"

Booth nodded and smiled. "Yep. And they teach you things?" Jaime nodded vigorously. "And they protect you?" He nodded again. "Well, that's what you're gonna do for this baby."

Jaime put his palm over his mouth, then removed it. "OK! I play now?"

"Yes, you can play now," Brennan told him. "Can you ask James to come see us?" The little boy nodded and scampered off.


"That went very well earlier," Brennan commented as they laid in the bed that night.

Booth smirked and turned his head to look at her. "I enjoyed myself."

Brennan sighed in exasperation. "I'm talking about telling the boys about the baby."

"Oh. Yeah, they seemed to take it pretty well."

"It's quite a relief."

"Yeah," Booth said happily. He turned and placed his hand over Brennan's stomach. "How is our little one?"

Brennan smiled and stretched. "Just fine." She smiled again as she looked at Booth, and Booth noticed something almost a bit wicked in her expression. "Have I ever told you how handsome you are?" she asked as she shifted closer and straddled him.

"Mm," Booth whimpered. "You've definitely mentioned how well-structured I am a few times," he murmured.

Brennan hummed and placed open-mouthed kisses on his neck. "But have I ever told you…in laymen's terms?"

Booth struggled to think as he briefly closed his eyes and arched under her touch. "I believe just a few days ago your words were, 'God, Booth, you're so fucking hot,'" he informed her laughingly.

She chuckled and he instantly grew harder. He remembered her whispering the words in his ear. He was sitting almost straight up, his abdominal muscles quivering with every thrust of her body as she rode him hard and fast. She moved to place sucking kisses on his bare chest and he couldn't hold back a moan. "Oh, Bones, you feel so good."

"And you're not even inside of me yet."

Booth groaned; her hormones were making her say the most arousing things, and he knew she wasn't even getting started. Once they were actually together, she'd be spewing stuff he'd never even dreamed of. "Fuck, I'm gonna have to be soon," he admitted as her lips moved lower.

"Not yet," she teased.

"Bones, please. Let me please you," he begged.

"Soon," she promised in a whisper.

Booth moaned and his head thrashed back and forth on his pillow. Brennan's knee brushed against his erection and he bucked fiercely. "Bones," he panted. "Please. Please please please please plea-," he begged until she finally slid down onto him. He sighed in relief, but wasn't about to lay back and let her do all the work. He grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, his jaw clenched as she cried out.

As they both neared their ends, Booth's short moans became more and more drawn out and Brennan's cries became breathier as she panted above him. He stroked her skin, coaxing her to come apart. Her nails dug into his chest as she rode him as hard as she could, desperate for release. "Oh. Bones. I'm," Booth panted out before he gave in to his body's demands for relief.

The feeling of Booth spilling into her and the sounds of his satisfaction led Brennan to finally shatter above him, collapsing in satisfaction onto Booth's chest. "Bones, that was," Booth started shakily as he rolled them so she was on her back and his arm was thrown across her middle above her new baby bump.

"I know," she said, still coming down from her high. She looked at him and he noticed her eyes sparkling. "I love you, Booth."

Booth grinned widely and kissed her tenderly. "I love you too, Bones." He bent over and kissed her stomach. "And I love you too, little one." Booth flopped back and they both fell soundly into sleep.