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Chapter 4

Seeley Booth sat in the dark SUV, staring up at her window. The streetlight he was parked next to was burnt out, so he was hidden in the dark, should she look out her window. He'd been sitting here since 5am, thinking about what to say to her. It was now 6:30am, and based on what Angela had reported to him the night before, she was set to leave for her vacation at 8am. He didn't want to have to use his FBI Resources to find out where he was going, but if push came to shove, he would.

Now all he had to do was convince her to tell him what the hell was going on, and why she'd been acting so strangely the last 3 months. It couldn't be about her father, as there were no developments in the case, and Russ was doing fine, so that nixed that. She wasn't seeing anyone, so it couldn't be a break up issue, the tension between her and Cam had calmed, and he knew that wasn't it either. He also knew she hadn't been seeking other forms of employment, Angela reported that to him.

She had been unusually quiet, not wanting to go out on the majority of field work, nor had she been working long hours. He'd even go as far as to say she'd seemed evasive. That wasn't like their relationship at all. He thought they had a solid friendship going. Cam also had asked him what was up with the forensic anthropologist. The squints all knew something was up, none of them knew what.

He couldn't think of any reason she was mad at him, she didn't hide her anger well, so that wasn't it. His gut told him something was going on, but he couldn't figure out what it was. He had a hunch it may have to do with what happened back on New Years Eve.

He'd been spooked at his feelings for her, and gave her the "lets stay professional" speech, and went back to his on again off again relationship of sorts with Cam. That ended badly, as she gave HIM the same speech he gave Bones and he was back to square one, thinking of that long ago January night.

He'd been fighting his not so professional feelings for his partner for 6 months, and that all came to a head that night. She seemed okay with moving forward as if nothing ever happened when they talked. He had been secretly hoping she'd reveal she felt the same, put out some sort of fight, but she didn't.

Letting out a deep sigh, and tilting his head back on the headrest of the seat, he noticed the lights had come on in her apartment. Now was as good as time as any, he thought to himself, snatching the keys out of the ignition, exiting his vehicle and striding towards the entrance to her building.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he found himself before her doorway, hand poised before the door. He paused a moment, holding his breath, then knocked.

A moment later, a very tired looking disheveled Bones answered the door, wearing a long oversized white tee-shirt, and nothing else. His eyes skipped down her body, and back up again.

Hold on….why was her abdomen protruding like that? Had she gained weight? He'd have been blind not to see her chest was larger, and more defined, and her face had filled out slightly, but the clothes she'd taken to wear had been hiding her torso more than previously. He'd been preoccupied and didn't think anything of it…until now

Unless…oh God. She was pregnant! And from the looks of things, this was not a new development!