This is one that I have been working on for awhile. It takes place in season five, but ignores anything that happened in the gravedigger trial as well as the finale. So the events of the last two episodes of season 5 never happened and neither did anything that came after that. Other than that, everything else is fair game.

Now for the sad part. Not mine. :(

The Jelly Bean in the Bones

As usual Booth came striding into the Jeffersonian intent on retrieving his partner so they could go to the diner for their usual daily lunch. "Hi ya, Bones! Are ya hungry? Because I am. Let's go. Chop. Chop." He said as he started to grab her coat and purse."

She shrugged away from his reach as he tried to pull her lab coat off of her. "I'm really not hungry, Booth. I need to stay and watch over these incompetent interns. This morning Ms. Wick mixed up the bones of five unidentified remains from Limbo. In all fairness I was distracting her when it happened because I was yelling at Arastoo for spilling a liquid on the platform. I am also fairly certain that Fisher thinks I fired him. He didn't really do anything wrong. He was just in my way. I simply told him to go home for an extended period of time. He mumbled something about going home to his lonely dark abysmal cave and some other shit that I really was not listening to. This whole day so far…it was pretty stupid. I would love to go with you, but it will take days to figure out which bones go where, and I simply cannot trust these people with the responsibilities it takes to do this job right now."

He looked at her like he always does when he knows that she is so wrapped up in her work that she neglects her hunger, but also with a great deal of concern over the massacre of the interns. "No, Bones. It might do you some good to get out of here for a while. It sounds like you need to take a breather for awhile."

"Booth, I am breathing just fine."

Booth rolled his eyes and didn't bother to explain her misunderstanding, and simply replied, "You need to eat. You cannot just skip—"

He was cut off by Cam, who had just entered the room, before he could convince her to at least steal some of his fries. "Dr. Brennan. Oh, hello Booth. We have identified the remains of the nine year old boy. His name is Daniel Garcia. He is the son of Johnny and Maria Garcia. Johnny is very prominent heart surgeon in the area. We don't have a cause of death yet. I told Wendell to clean the bones for you. He does seem to be the only intern you are on speaking terms with at the moment other than Dr. Edison, who is lucky he is out of town. Wendell is cleaning the bones for you right now, and they should be ready to start examining right after you get back from lunch, Dr. Brennan."

There was a heavy silence that fell on the three for a moment as they took in the information about the remains of a child being identified. These cases were always the hardest for all of them, including Brennan who was known for distancing herself from the emotions of the cases, but in reality they hit her just as hard if not harder sometimes.

"Thanks, Dr. Saroyan. Bones and I will get on that right when we get back."

Camille nodded and turned to leave the two alone in the office, but turned back to ask, "Seeley, can I see you out here for a minute?"

"Yeah. Sure." Booth walked out of Brennan's office, and Cam motioned for him to close the door. "What's this about Camille?"

"Seeley, I am worried about our interns' safety and self-esteem. You should have seen Dr. Brennan's tirade this morning. Not one of them was spared from the verbal lashings of hurricane Brennan. Feelings were hurt and pride was severely damaged along with Dr. Brennan's trust of the interns. Wendell was only spared because he was out getting coffee."

"She told me she was upset, but she apparently downplayed the severity. It was that bad?"

"It was. In fact, when she was done with them she turned her talons on Hodgins when he said he had not yet identified the particulates found on the victim. In his defense he only just gained access to them half an hour before she stormed the platform."

"Whoa. So, what do you want me to do?" he asked.

"You are the only one she lets close enough to her to try to calm her down, and figure out what the real problem is."

"She seems fine right now. I am not going to push her. This case is really taking its toll on all of us. As much as she would like you to believe that it is not affecting her, these cases really bother her."

"What about you? How are you doing with this?"

"Cam, I would be lying if I said that I am okay. I am not, but just getting the chance to catch the guy that did this does help. I don't know what I would do if Parker…"

"It's okay. You do not have to even say it. Go on. Take Dr. Brennan to lunch, and bring her back in a better mood."

Booth walked back into Brennan's office, not knowing what to say. He did not know whether or not he should mention the case or bring up her war path of destruction from earlier in the day. Brennan spared him the choice by speaking first.

"Booth, are you going to notify the family today?" she asked as her voice caught in her throat.

He opened his mouth a few times before saying anything until finally settling with a simple nod.

Brennan rested her hand on his shoulder and brought it up to his strong jaw that seemed to be clenched in anger to make him look at her. He turned his deep brown eyes and locked with hers. "Booth, I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. Normally, I would look to you or Angela for the right thing to say in a situation like this."

His faced relaxed a little as her tender touches to his face sent a calming feeling down his spine. Only she had the ability to essentially melt his anger away with simple touch. "You said the right thing, Bones."

"Come with me to notify the parents?" he grimaced as if it pained him to say the words, and it did. He wanted her there to keep him intact like he knew only she could.

"Yeah, but let's go feed you first. You were ravenous when you came here." She looked out of her glass-walled office, and made sure no one was watching. Then, she wrapped her arms around his waist, and embraced him as she placed a consoling kiss on his lips.

Booth and Brennan had been together for about seven months, but had not disclosed this bit of juicy information with their friends, and coworkers because they knew that there was no way that they would hear the end of it, especially Angela. They also figured that if Sweets found out that he would be obligated to report the relationship to the FBI, and there would be a very real possibility that the dynamic duo would no longer be allowed to work together as partners.

B&B

At the diner, he had his usual burger and fries, and as usual Brennan was stealing his fries. They had a brief conversation about the case, and then turned to lighter subjects like Parker's grades, his next visit, and Angela wanting to go for another girls' night out soon.

Brennan was in the middle of stealing a swig from Booth's chocolate milkshake when before either of them knew it she was rushing to the restroom leaving a confused Booth staring at the milkshake she had just spilled and the plate of fries that got knocked off of the table in her haste to get up. Several minutes went by before he decided that maybe he should check on her.

Knocking on the door of the women's restroom he made sure there was no one else in there except his Bones. "Bones, baby, are you okay? Are you sick? Baby? Please, talk to me."

He heard a tiny almost frail sounding voice from one of the stalls, "I'm—in here."

"Is there anyone else in here that I might freak out?"

"I think I'm alone."

"Are you okay, you were looking a little pale before you practically knocked the table over?"

She took a second to take some deep breaths. "I'm fine, Booth."

"Really? Because you—" He was cut off by the sound of heaving. "Aw, Bones. You're sick. I will get your stuff ready to go. I am taking you home."

After taking a moment to gather herself, she walked out of the stall looking like she had been drained of all energy. "Booth, I can't go home. The little boy..."

"No, it can wait. Let your interns handle it."

"What about the victim's family. You—you have to tell them." She walked into his open arms. He placed his arms around her to rub soothing circles on her lower back.

"That can wait, too. Bones, your health is important. While it is important for the parents to know we have found their son's body, he is dead and nothing can be done about that. We don't even have a cause of death, yet. It can wait until we have a cause of death, but getting you healthy cannot."

"Okay, take me home." She was still very noticeably shaking as he held her in his caring embrace.

"I will call Cam, and tell her you won't be coming back in today."

B&B

At her apartment he put her in bed, and brought her some soup, crackers, and water. She wasn't hungry, but he convinced her to at the very least nibble on the crackers and ordered her to drink the water so she didn't get dehydrated.

"I think your phone is ringing, Booth."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes, it is. Would I be joking around with you right now? I feel like crap. Why would I do that?"

"No, I guess not. You can hear that?" He started looking around the room for it; he checked under the bed, in the covers, in the cushions of the chair in her room. It didn't seem to be anywhere.

"Yes."

With a look of confusion setting into his face he asks, "Hmm, where is it at?"

"I don't know. Where did you leave it?" Brennan snapped at him. She was getting a little irritated, but trying to not let it get to her. She knew that he wasn't trying to irritate her, but she was still wasn't feeling well and was quite irritable at the moment. "I don't hear it anymore. Did you leave it in the kitchen? That is really the only other place you have been."

"I will go check," he stated walking out of the room. A few seconds passed before he came back in the room and listened to the message that was left for him. He was clearly upset by the message, and even the socially inept Brennan could pick up that something was not right.

"Booth?" She could see his hand clench down on his phone tightly as he flipped it shut, and she was sure that he might throw it across the room. To her surprise he didn't.

"What?" He was agitated. She knew he didn't mean to take it out on her. Both of their nerves were on edge because of the case and because of her being sick. He quickly realized his tone, and scaled it back. "Sorry, baby. I didn't mean to sound upset at you." He paused knowing this information would sting her, too. "Bones, that was Hacker. We have to tell the parents today. He just got the report from Cam. Wendell found many bruised bones and fractures evident of abuse. Most of them were caused many weeks and months before the death. Hacker doesn't want the chance of the media leaking information about the case that might make them run."

"Okay, let me get dressed, and I will go with you."

"Are you sure that is a good idea? I found you puking your guts out in the bathroom earlier. You should stay in case there is more, you know." He gestured to indicate the action of throwing up.

"No, Booth. I am fine. It has passed, and besides I don't think I have anything left in there."

"Fine, but tell me if you start to feel bad again. We can't have you puking on grieving parents, especially when they may know something."

Review.

At the time of this edit, this story has over 50 chapters. It'd be nice to hear from you as you read rather than just at the end. :) Please?

Cannot wait until season 6 next week! I actually think Hannah will be the straw that breaks the camel's back and finally brings them together. You never know. That HH is quite sneaky. It will be good no matter what happens though. :)

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CrayonClown