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"Okay I'm gonna go get an evidence bag and I'll ask an EMT if they've got any baby powder." She opens her mouth to protest and he gives her a look. "Just watch him." And then he jogs off, leaving her to deal with the baby.

"Booth! Wait! I don't feel comforta. . ." she stops when she realizes he can't hear her and turns her attention back to the baby. He makes a happy gurgling noise and she smiles, "coochie-coo?" He starts crying and she frowns, that had always worked with Helen. "Oh, no no! No need to fuss!" She's surprised she remembers what fussing sounds like, its been almost five years since she took care of a baby.

"Obviously something is upsetting you," she says slightly panicked. "Children have toys; you must have some, let me see." She rummages around in his bag as quickly as she can and when her hand comes in contact with something soft and fuzzy she pulls it out. Finally looking at it she stares for a few moments before waving in front of the baby's face. "You know," she says conversationally. "Elephants are not purple. This is wrong." He keeps on crying and she gives a defeated sigh, she doesn't remember Helen ever being this difficult. "Hey, look at that: he flipped over."

"Bones! Booth's voice fills her with relief, he'll remember what to do. "You're supposed to be watching him." He scolds, before turning his attention back to the baby. "Okay, look little big man. If you're gonna be in my jacket we need to get you outta that diaper." She wants to tell him that the baby can't actually understand him, but decides not to. He scoops the baby up and turns to her.

"Okay, where's the key?" "I put it in your jacket," she replies. "Next to the baby?" He sounds slightly agitated. "Yes," she doesn't understand why he's getting so upset about it. "Are you crazy?" He exclaims, she shakes her head. "Don't you remember that babies will put anything in their mouths?" Of course mow that he's said it she does remember, and flushes with embarrassment.

The baby's cries reach new levels of loudness and Booth turns his attention to him. "Shh. . .shhh. . .shh. . ."He glances at her, "the key Bones. Look for the key." His words snap her into action and she searches his jacket. "It's not here," she says, panic slipping into her voice. "oh. . .no. He must've. . ." "Swallowed it," he says at the same. The baby wails again and she's flabbergasted when Booth hands the baby to her. "Here you go. Get used to him."

"What do you mean?" She protests. "That key was evidence, you know how chain of custody works. That kid stays with us until we get the key back." She gives him a 'you've-got-to-be-kidding-me' look, she knows that she isn't prepared to take care of a child (even one that isn't hers). Suddenly a wet spot appears on her pants and she realizes the baby's peeing on her (Helen definitely did do that), "ugh." She makes a face of disgust and hands the peeing baby back to Booth. "Argh. . ."

The baby monitor wails into life.

"Are you gonna get him?" She shrugs.

"I figured you'd get him." For a brief moment he wonders how Helen survived baby-hood. "Don't you have a 'responsibility under state law'?" The look she gives him is clearly annoyed. "But you're the baby daddy." "Baby daddy?!" He sputters. She nods, "you have more experience with pre-verbal infancy." She has a point, but still. . .baby daddy? ""Well you can be the daddy mommy," he says tartly. "Okay, you two had better get your act together or I'm suing for custody. " He turns to see Angela carrying the baby, and feels more than a bit embarrassed.

"Phalanges! Phalanges, phalanges! Dancing phalanges! Yeah-hah-hah." She wriggles her finger as she speaks. "Booth thinks bones are dry and boring, but. . .show me your phalanges." She waves fingers in front of Andy's face and shot of joy goes through her when we wiggles his fingers in return.

On the heels of her joy cones sorrow. She never did anything like this with Helen, she's been so wrapped up in finally being able to go back to work and then dealing with the sudden fame of authorship. While she may be making up for it now, a small part of her wishes she'd actually taken care of her daughter.

"You know," he says conversationally. "I'm gonna miss that little guy. . .and so are you. Don't deny it." She rolls her eyes, "I'm not ashamed to say I have developed a certain. . .affection for Andy. It's a natural by-product of care-giving. He chuckles and then nudges her slightly with his elbow. "So, what do you think? Changed your mind about having more kids?" There's a twinkle in his eyes and she blushes, "Booth!" He gives her an 'I-give-up' gesture.

"Okay! All right. You've still got some time." She can feel his eyes as they look her over. "Not that much time. . ." he grins as he lets his sentence drift off. She raises her hand, "Booth!" And swats him, sending the coffee cup in his hand flying. "Hey!" he exclaims as some of the coffee lands on his shirt.

"You deserved it," she snaps good-naturedly. He scoots a bit closer so that they're almost touching. "Do you want to try again Temperance?" She looks at him quizzically, having no idea what he's talking about. But the look in his eyes tells her that he's very serious about his question. And then it hits her, another child with Booth?, and she gives him her honest answer. "I don't know." He gives her a slight smile, "that's better than a no."

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