Disclaimer: Any of these characters are mine. They belong to Kathy Reichs, Fox and Hart Hanson.

English is not my first language so it might have some mistakes, sorry for that.

Brennan POV

She was going to a bar, it was unusual for her but she wasn't in a really good mood and she really could use a drink, or two. Angela was the one who talked her into it, there was all kind of people, men and women together and alone so she thought she would see it from an anthropologic perspective, and so she approached the bar.

"A glass of whiskey, please"

Once the bartender gave her the drink she started to look at everybody and begun to study their behaviours. After a few more glasses of whiskey she found herself talking to a guy, who was really nice to look at with a classic alpha male behaviour, some more drinks later and they were sharing a cab, in their way to his house, the one that she left early the next morning.

Three weeks later...

It couldn't be possible. Those two lines had to be a joke, a very bad one.

All her life, o at least since her family left her, she knew she didn't want children. The world had too much evil to bring an innocent human being to it.

But after been overwhelmed by thousands of feelings, she took a deep breath and didn't let them get through her walls, she had to be rational and so she concluded that she was going to have the baby, no matter how scared or worried she was of not being a good mother, to not have the ability to interact properly with the baby.

She knew she had to talk to Angela about it sometime and it was better if she did it now than later. So there she was, about to enter Angela´s office.

"Angela, can I talk to you for a minute"

"Sure sweetie. What is it?"

Do it fast, she thought. "I'm pregnant". Her voice was barely audible but enough for Angela to hear it.

The expression in Angela's face was unplayable. She was in silence for a while until she found her voice again.

"How...? When...? Who...?"

"It was that night when I came back from Guatemala, remember? I wasn't feeling quite as good as I usually am so I went to that bar you recommended me and after all the drinks I started to talk to this guy and I guess we got along quite nicely. I remember that I went to his house and the rest is all black. And I guess that you know the how" she ended up with her usual sexual kind of stuff smile until she realised there was a question without an answer. Who? She couldn´t remember him.

"And as for who, I...I don't know, I can't remember him, when I wake up I left his house. We didn't exchange phone numbers so I don't have a way to communicate with him. And if I had his number I don't know if I would call him, it was a one night stand Angie, I wouldn't put that burden on him. It's better this way."

"Sweetie, are you okay? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm alright. I have made my decision and I would have this baby"

They talked a little more and Angela tried to help Brennan to talk about her feelings but the walls that she had created were still up.

One year later...

It was the first time she had left Christine with someone else and she felt terribly nervous. Christine Angela Brennan was the best thing that could have happened to her, that little angel who taught her what love was and how felt to be loved unconditionally.

But life goes on and she had to go back to work, more precisely to this conference about forensic anthropology, which was interrupted by an FBI agent that was looking for her help to solve a murder case. There was nothing she could do about it, it was a part of her contract with the Jeffersonian, she had to do it.

Booth POV

He was looking for this forensic anthropologist to help him with a case that he was stuck on, and Camille had told him about her, so he enters her class, with his cocky attitude in place and discussed with what she was saying like it was the normal thing to do, he remembered her, she was the woman he had been thinking about since that night a year ago, the woman who blew his mind, the one he had been looking for and had found nothing but the name. No other information.

While talking to her he realised that she didn´t remember him. He thought that she may have been drunker than what he initially thought and that made him want to beat himself up for what happened, again. It wasn't like him to do something like that. But he was going to try and make things right this time, now he had the chance to get to know the woman that had blown his mind all that time ago, and he was going to use it.