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Temperance looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help feeling huge. She had started to show a week or two before and had surprisingly gained a lot of weight. Her stomach had really grown and she wondered how a small baby could make her this big. She heard the door to her bedroom open but she didn't bother looking up to see who it was.

"Would you quit staring at your stomach? I told you already that you weren't big."

She smiled as a pair of arms wrapped itself around her waist, hands resting on her newly bulging stomach.

"I love you just the way you are."

Booth kissed her on the side of the head and rubbed her stomach.

"Will you still love me when I'll be two hundred pounds?" Brennan asked, looking up at her boyfriend.

"I hardly doubt you'll weigh two hundred pounds, Bones."

"The way this baby is going, I wouldn't be so surprised if I was."

"Then yes, I'd love you anyway."

Brennan smiled and Booth kissed her nose before unwrapping his arms from around her.

"When are you planning on going on maternity leave?" Booth asked her as he sat down on her bed and watched her get ready for work.

"I don't know. I haven't talked to Dr. Goodman yet." He heard her reply from her bathroom.

"He does know you're pregnant, right?"

"Of course, Booth, he's not blind or stupid." She replied. "We just haven't discussed it yet."

"Well maybe you should. I mean, you're almost six months pregnant. Some women are put on bed-rest way before their fourth month."

"Thank goodness it isn't my case."

"You know you will have to stop working before the baby is born, don't you?"

Brennan came out of her bathroom and looked at him. Of course she knew. But didn't he know that her work was her whole life? What would she do while she was on maternity leave? Watch TV? She didn't even own one yet. Besides there was so much more important stuff to worry about other than maternity leave. For one, where was she going to put that new baby? There was only one bedroom in her apartment. She couldn't possibly keep the child in her room, could she? And what about her and Booth? He would want to be around the baby after it was born but how would he be able to if he lived twenty minutes away from her apartment?

"Let's not worry about this for now, OK, Booth?"

"Fine but Temp…"

"I said not now. Come on. Get dressed." She told him, throwing the towel she had been holding in her hands at him.

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"Booth is right, Brenn. You will have to talk to Goodman sooner or later. Technically speaking, you should be on maternity leave in about two weeks."

"And why is that?" Brennan asked her best friend as she cleaned up the new skeleton that had been brought in that morning.

"I don't know. I just always figured that pregnant women went on maternity leave at six months. How the hell should I know? I've never been pregnant."

"Well me neither."

There was a short moment of silence as Brennan continued examining the bones until Angela felt the need to start talking once again.

"I still think you should talk to Dr. Goodman."

Brennan sighed.

"Alright, I will, just not today."

"Fine. So, how's this new relationship of yours going?"

"It's alright."

"That's all you have to say about it?"

"Well what else do you want me to say?"

"Come on, Brenn, it's Booth for crying out loud. How can it just be alright?"

Brennan simply ignored the question and called her assistant over. Just like a puppy, Zach hurried over to his mistress and Angela wouldn't have been surprised if Zach had actually sat down and given her his paw. She couldn't help to wonder, sometimes, how old Zach truly was. She figured that he must have been about 25 or 26 but the way he acted at times, she actually thought he was more like 12 or 13. But this was just her opinion. Besides, she really liked the kid anyway.

"Zach I'll need you to analyze these bones for me. Find the cause of death or any other anomalies you can find. I'm going to need Hodgins' help to analyze the soil that was present on the bones. Do you know where he is?"

"I think he's with Dr. Goodman." Zach replied. "He came by a couple of hours later to tell him he needed to see him in his office after lunch."

Brennan nodded and left Angela and Zach behind to go back to her office. She had just stepped in her office when she felt her cell phone vibrate.

"Brennan." She stated as usual. "Yeah, of course. Sure. Fifteen minutes? That's good. I'll be there."

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Booth pulled his SUV in front of the Jeffersonian and was surprised to see his girlfriend already sitting on the stairs, waiting for him. As soon as he had stopped, she got up and quickly walked to the SUV.

"Are you in a hurry or something?" Booth asked her as she quickly climbed into the vehicle.

"No. Why?"

"No reason. You just seem in a rush, that's all."

"Well I'm not."

As they drove into the streets of Washington, Brennan requested to know more about the new case.

"Child went missing about four months ago. Her name was Jennifer Thompson; she was 10 years old. She was last seen two corners away from her school, on her way back to her house at 3:30 in the afternoon. Some kids reported seeing a blue car on the side of the road that seemed to be following her but none of the kids have actually seen her climb into it. She simply vanished from the face of the earth. Nobody has seen her or the blue car again after that day."

"You think the bones could belong to her?"

"I don't know. That's what we need to find out. If you can just pull a quick ID then we can get the hell out of there."

"You don't seem so thrilled to be going on this case."

"Are you? I mean, with you being pregnant, don't you feel some reluctance to go out on that scene?"

"Not really."

"So, still haven't changed your mind about having kids?"

"Nope."

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Thirty minutes later, Booth pulled his SUV into park on the side of the road. Yellow tape surrounded the area and Brennan could see that several cops and what seemed to be the local community had pulled up at the scene.

Booth got out first and ran to the other side of the SUV to open her door. Thanking him, she climbed out with his help and they both made their way through the large group of people.

"Sorry. FBI, coming through." Booth said as he pushed some curious people aside.

"You know, I'm surprised you even asked me to come with you. I mean, you've been going on and on about me going on maternity leave and here you are dragging me to a new crime scene."

"Well I didn't really have a choice, now, did I? You're the only forensic anthropologist in the area. I couldn't possibly identify this body on my own."

"No but there are a lot of other coroners in the area who could have done an autopsy."

"Hey don't make me regret bringing you here." Booth replied, chuckling.

Booth flashed his badge to the police officer standing on the other side of the tape, held it up so Brennan could walk under it then himself stepped on the other side. They made their way to the scene quietly. Booth was a little apprehensive but couldn't quite put the finger on what was bothering him. He quickly glanced over at his girlfriend and could see that she was calm. It seemed to calm him too.

"Here it is." Booth said as a pointed to a skeleton half buried in the ground.

Brennan ducked as much as she could but it wasn't so easy with her stomach. She examined the bones carefully. The skeleton was whole, no bones were actually missing and she figured that maybe the killer had tried burying the body but, for some unknown reason, had run out of time.

"My first guess is that this is in fact a child, aged 8 to 12 years of age, female and by the look of the skull, she was Mongolian."

"Mongolian?"

"Yes. Meaning the child was from Eastern Asia."

"So I guess this rules out Jennifer Thompson."

"Not necessarily."

"What do you mean not necessarily?"

Brennan looked up at her partner.

"Well she could have been adopted. Was there a picture of her in the file?"

"No, there wasn't. The parents said that Jennifer didn't like to take pictures so they didn't have any."

Brennan nodded and turned her attention back to the bones.

"Cause of death: strangulation."

"Was she rapped?"

The question had escaped his lips before he had been able to stop himself.

"It would be hard to tell but I'm pretty sure a DNA test would be able to clear that up for us."

Booth nodded.

"Anything else?"

She had been about to answer when pain ripped her inside. Clutching her stomach with her hands, she tried getting up but it only made the pain even worse.

"Bones?"

She heard the concern in Booth's voice and it made her panic. She felt the pain again and had to sit down.

"Booth, I think something is wrong." She said, clutching her stomach tighter.