The case seemed to slow quite a bit after those first few days. The lab had been extremely busy with both the case, and with an impending audit that seemed to have come out of nowhere. Many of the lab's resources were being stretched, and it appeared that Cam was far too busy making sure that everything was in its rightful place for the auditors, and had no time to focus on her concerns for Booth. Besides, between the interviews with neighbors, and the tire research that Booth was working on, he hadn't even had the time to stop into the lab.

Somehow among the chaos, Booth and Brennan found themselves locked into a solid domestic routine by the time Thursday rolled around. Everything from waking to showering, to feeding Michael, changing him and readying him for the day was already down to a perfectly choreographed dance around Booth's apartment. Brennan had been staying with Booth for the convenience of caring for the baby, or at least that had been her reasoning. In reality, she hadn't been apart from Booth for a full night since they had reconnected, and neither of them were comfortable with going back to that routine.

Both were dressed for work, but for Booth's suit jacket and Brennan was sitting at the small dining table, her nose in the newspaper. Booth held Michael with one arm and buttered his slice of toast with the other hand. Brennan could hear him droning on about something to Michael, and because she could tell that it was a thinly veiled lecture to her, she ignored it. After another moment or two she looked up at the clock on the wall and sighed. "I need to get to the lab." She said, closing the newspaper as Booth looked over toward her, a piece of toast hanging out of his mouth as he shifted the baby to his other arm and shifted around the counter just as she walked around it to pluck the baby from his arms. "You need to change your tie, you got butter on this one?"

"What? No!" He complained, looking down, seeing the bit of yellow on his tie, he rolled his eyes. He let out a frustrated grunt and sighed.

"You know, if you ate your breakfast before you got dressed, this would be less of a problem." She pointed out, flashing a smile at his annoyed glance. She was sure that her little lecture from earlier was what he had been poking fun at when he was talking to Michael.

"You're lucky you're so beautiful." He said, shoving his toast into his mouth, he chewed and swallowed fast, leaning forward to kiss her gently. "We should have the results on the cameras from the neighbors today. Techs were looking at it yesterday." He said, lifting his eyebrows with a grin, he took another big bite of toast and made a face at her, and Michael laughed.

She smirked at him and shook her head. "You are a bad influence." she said, turning toward the bedroom with the baby to grab Michael's diaper bag.

"But you still love me, right?" He called after her, listening to her lilting laugh as she disappeared from sight. He was just turning to grab his coffee mug when there was a knock at the door. He glanced toward his bedroom but noted that Brennan didn't say anything, so she must not have heard it.

He walked toward the door quickly, and looking through the peep hole in the door, his brow furrowed. He opened the door to find Cam standing there, her brow scrunched in a bit of confusion. "Camille?" He said, tipping his head. "What are you doing here?"

"I just... I wanted to check on you." She said, still standing out in the hallway.

"I'm fine." He said, shrugging.

"You have butter on your tie." She said, pointing at another gob of butter that must have fallen from his toast.

"What?" He said, looking down, he rolled his eyes. "Are you kidding me?"

"You should try eating before you get dressed." Cam said, catching a bit of fire in his eyes. "Or not." She said, holding her hand out in defense, though she couldn't hide her smile. "Or not."

"Cam, why are you here?" He asked again, ushering her into the apartment.

"I was passing through on the way to the lab, and I noticed you were still here. We haven't seen one another much since you've been home from Afghanistan, and I haven't had an opportunity to talk to you, so I figured I'd just stop in before you left for work."

"I'm fine. This case is a little hectic, but really. I'm fine. You've got nothing to worry about. What has you so concerned?"

"Just rumors flying around the lab, and the fact that you've been pretty scarce. Then there's the thing with the baby and Doctor Brennan." She said, watching Booth's eyes widen slightly as he listened.

"What about it?" He asked curiously.

"I don't know, Seeley." She said, shaking her head. She was about to continue, when Booth interrupted her.

"Camille. Really, I'm fine. I promise." He said. "I'm fine, and Bones is..."

"Bones is what?" Brennan asked, stepping into the room, her bag and the diaper bag on one shoulder, and Michael in his carrier. She had a clean tie in one of her hands, and Booth expected a look of surprise on her face, but her expression was calm and collected. Booth did notice that Cam's jaw had dropped slightly, and her eyes widened as she looked between the two of them. Brennan set the carrier and the bags down, and moved toward Booth.

"I was just telling Cam that you're fine." He said, struggling a bit as she pulled at the tie around his neck to loosen it. "Bones." He grumbled. "Bones, I can do it myself." He whined, when she continued to pull the tie from his collar.

She then tossed the clean tie around the back of his neck, and proceeded to attempt to tie it. Booth gently slapped her hands away, and she turned toward Cam. "Yes. I am perfectly fine." She said, her brow knitting in confusion. "Is that all you needed?" And when Cam said nothing, she tipped her head slightly. "Doctor Saroyan?"

"Doctor Brennan." She said, finally able to stammer out something, though her eyes were still wide as she stared at Booth.

"Did you need something from Booth? I can give you some privacy." She prattled on as she tossed the dirty tie onto the arm of the couch and continued busying herself . "I'll have that dry cleaned tomorrow with the suits of yours that I'm dropping off." She said. "I'll meet you in the car." She said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, she turned and picked up the bags and Michael. "I will see you at the lab, Dr. Saroyan." She said, and with that, she turned sharply and exited the apartment, closing the door securely behind her.

Booth busied himself with his tie, looking down as he straightened it. His mouth hung open a bit as he looked up and pulled the knot to his throat. His eyes flashed to the shocked look on Cam's face, staring at him. "What?" He asked, straightening his collar. "You asked how I was, you asked how Bones was. Now you have your answer." he said, a charm smile sliding onto his lips.

"Don't... don't you look at me like that, Seeley Booth." She said, pointing at him. "What the hell is going on?"

"What?" He chuckled. "We were going to tell you. I swear."

"When?" She said, shaking her head. "When?"

"When were we going to tell you? When we got around to it." He shrugged, checking his belt buckle, he turned for the chair and grabbed his suit jacket.

"No. When did you and Doctor Brennan... When?" She stammered.

"The beach, after we both came home." He said, watching her eyes narrow. "We got there separately, and left together." He shrugged.

"Wow." Cam said, glancing toward the closed door and back toward Booth. "Just... seriously? Why haven't I heard about it?"

"We didn't want to make a big deal about it, but figured that it was okay if a few people knew what was going on. I swear I was going to tell you. This case just has us just a little busier than usual." He said. "I'm sorry."

"No." Cam said, shaking her head. "No. Don't be sorry. It's fine that you waited. I just... I'm glad that you're okay." She said, smiling slightly. "Is there anything else that I need to know?" She asked.

Booth looked at his friend, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought on the answer to that question.

"Seeley?" She said, her tone serious and stern. "She's not pregnant, is she?" Cam asked.

"No!" Booth laughed. "Not as far as I know." He said, laughing at Cam's warning glare. "No, but we are... kind of engaged too." He said, cringing a bit at Cam's jaw dropping for the second time that morning. "Just... just say congratulations, and then you can go about your day, and we'll talk about it later. Okay?" He said, panicking a bit. "Bones is in the car, and she needs to get to the lab. She gets cranky if I don't get her there on time."

Cam shook her head, perplexed for a moment. She took a deep breath and finally a slight smile came upon her lips. "Congratulations." She said softly.

"Thanks." He grinned, nodding toward the door. "Now let's get to work." He said, as he put his arm on her shoulder and quickly ushered her from the apartment, closing and locking the door securely behind them.