A/N 1: Edited version Chapter 2, part 1.

A/N 2: As you will see throughout the story, some chapters will have two parts. Each chapter will be a oneshot in itself but linked to the other chapters of course so it doesn't feel like the whole story is broken into tiny pieces. Hopefully you will enjoy my new way of writing. Here's a long chapter to make up for the short first one. Enjoy.

Brennan flushed the toilet for what seemed like the hundredth time that week. What was wrong with her? She couldn't stop throwing up. She hadn't been sick like this since she was 10 years old and had eaten some bad food. Yet, today was different. She hadn't eaten bad food. In fact, she hadn't eaten anything at all. She had barely had time to walk out of the shower when nausea overtook her.

Wiping her mouth with her towel, she got up and walked back to her bedroom. She felt rather weak; maybe she ought to stay home from work today. She laughed at the absurdity of the thought. There was no way she was going to skip a day of work no matter how sick she was feeling. Besides, the nausea always subsided after a while.

Flinging herself onto the bed, she closed her eyes and waited for it to subside.

"Honey, are you okay?" Angela asked as she watched her friend walking into the lab. "You look pale."

"I'm fine, Ange." Brennan replied as she walked quickly past her.

"You don't look fine," Angela added.

But Brennan simply went on her way.

"Seriously," she called over her shoulder. "I'm fine!"

As she walked to her office, she was slightly aware of someone following her. She turned to see her best friend on her trail. She chose to ignore her and unlocked the door to her office.

"Why are you late?" Angela asked, persistently. "You're never late for work. Heck, you're usually the first one here."

Brennan sat down at her desk and turned on her computer, trying to gain some time. She pondered telling Angela about her growing concerns towards her health or keeping her mouth shut. Knowing her best friend, she would go crazy when she'd find out what had happened to her friend.

Sensing her friend's trouble, Angela changed the subject.

"Have you heard from Booth lately? We haven't seen him in a while."

Brennan's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her partner's name. She hadn't seen him for a few days, which was pretty rare considering everything that had gone down between them.

"He had the flu," Brennan replied, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

She didn't want Angela to know that her and Booth had gotten really close since their little affair in January and she definitely did NOT want Angela to know that she was falling very hard for the man, nor that she missed him at the moment.

"Hope he'll feel better soon."

Brennan was about to tell her friend that Booth was, in fact, feeling better when she felt her stomach squeeze violently. Getting to her feet, she sprinted towards the bathroom. She urgently opened the door to the ladies' restroom and bolted for a stall.

Fully aware that something was amiss, Angela followed her friend to the bathroom. Brennan was too pale. Had she caught Booth's flu?

From her stall, Brennan heard the door open. She instantly knew it was Angela coming to check on her. Slowly, she got to her feet and got out of the stall.

Angela was leaning against the sinks, looking at her with concern.

"Are you okay?"

One look at her friend's concern expression and Brennan knew it would be impossible to lie. She'd just have to tell the truth and face Angela's overexcited reaction. Taking a deep breath, she answered:

"I think I'm pregnant."

The seconds ticked away in silence. Both friends stared at one another, Angela too dumbfounded to say anything. Brennan was pregnant? What? When had that happened, and, most importantly, with whom? One look at her best friend's expression told her it wasn't the time for those questions. She'd get her answers soon enough.

"Are you sure?" Angela replied.

"No. I mean, yes. I didn't take a pregnancy test, but I have all the symptoms. Besides, I've missed two of my periods already."

"Sweetie, maybe you should take the test."

"NO!"

The scream had escaped her mouth before she could stop it. Angela smiled at her sympathetically. She knew how scared Brennan must have been feeling. She had always said that she didn't want any children, and, there she was, fighting the tears from falling, scared to death about something she didn't want.

"Sweetie, you need to take that test. You might be worrying about something you don't even have. Maybe there's another reason you've skipped two of your periods. Come on… Get up, wash up, and go back to work. I'll drive down to the store to buy you a pregnancy test."

Brennan sighed.

"Thank you, Ange."

Angela smiled at her.

"Hey, that's what best friends are for."

As Brennan waited for Angela to return, she nervously paced back and forth in her office. She couldn't believe that she had let that happen to her. How could she have done something that stupid? Suddenly, it hit her. She would have to tell the father of the baby. Oh man, how would he react? No condoms, no contraceptives: he would be mad. They had been so caught up in what they were doing, they hadn't thought of contraceptives. How dumber could they get at their age?

Someone knocked at her door. Brennan turned around to see Zach standing in the doorway. She could see the concern in her assistant's eyes. Apparently the word had gotten around the lab that something was up with her. She hoped Angela hadn't told her the truth.

"What is it, Zach?" she asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"The FBI brought in some remains. I thought you should know."

"Yes, thank you, Zach."

Grabbing her lab coat, she followed Zach out of her office.

Angela came back nearly an hour later with a few boxes of pregnancy tests hidden in her purse. Brennan eyes them suspiciously as she showed them to her.

"It's just to make sure you don't get a false positive."

Brennan nodded.

In the bathroom, Angela locked the door behind them. She handed the boxes to her friend, wishing her good luck.

"I'll be outside. Just call me when you're ready."

Brennan agreed and stepped into one of the stalls. A few seconds later, she called Angela back in.

"How long do I have to wait?" she asked her friend, nervously.

"The instructions said two minutes."

Angela looked down at her watch. It was 1:05 pm.

"Bren, I just wanted you to know. If it's positive, I'll… I'll be there for you."

Brennan nodded, numbly. The whole scene felt surreal.

"I know. How long has it been?"

"Thirty seconds, Sweetie," Angela replied, laughing softly.

Silence filled the restroom. Neither of them had experienced such a slow two-minute countdown. Angela peered anxiously at her watch until it was time.

"You look. I just… I can't."

Angela nodded. With slightly shaking hands, she picked up the stick resting on the counter. She took a deep breath before looking at it.

"It's positive."