Title: Six Bodies in the Pasture
Disclaimer: I own nothing, no money is being made from this story. Alright, I give up. . . . I've tried and tried to hate Camille Saroyan, but I can't . . . That's why I've made her really REALLY nice in this story, I mean . . . I've got ideas where she tries to fire Bones again, but you know what-that's not in this story.
I want to thank BonesDBchippie for the idea on this chapter. It gets better. Thanks all for the reviews, it makes me feel good about life.
Chapter Six: The Doctor and Baby.
"Undercover, Booth. I mean, if I'm wrong I get a manicure out of the deal. It's a win-win situation." She said, her eyes growing heavy and her head finding its way to his shoulder.
"You're doing my job, Bones." He said with a yawn. She didn't respond, she had fallen asleep.
Angela walked in the lab sometime before seven-thirty, not surprised to see Booth's SUV parked next to Brennan's car so early in the morning, assuming the pair had been there before the sun came up. Her heels clicked loudly on the floor, almost startling Cam who was looking into Brennan's office, deciding whether or not to go in.
"What?" Asked Angela, standing next to the pathologist and looking in the direction that Cam was occupied with. The artist's eyes grew wide at the sight: Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth were asleep on the couch, her head resting innocently on his shoulder with his head buried into her braided hair, his arms holding her close to him. "Oh." Her voice raised an octave.
"I don't have the heart to wake them, but we still have six bodies in the lab waiting to be dealt with." Said Cam, crossing her arms.
"I will." Volunteered Hodgins, who made his way to the women with Zack following behind.
"Booth doesn't have a problem shooting you, Jack." Said Angela, a smile toying at her lips. "I'll wake them up."
"And he doesn't have a problem shooting you?" Asked Hodgins, with a slight grin.
"No, but if he tries, Brennan will kick his ass." She said with a slight chuckle, leaving the group into the office. She stopped before the couch, taking in the sight of the couple, one last time, because who knew if she'd see it again. "Booth." She shook the agent softly.
Instead of the agent opening his eyes, he only buried his face into Brennan's hair, the forensic anthropologist's eyes opened slowly. "Angela?" She asked, confused. She sat up, causing Booth's head to fall into her lap.
"Good morning Sweetie." She said, almost excitedly. "You both spent the night?"
"We fell asleep." She said with a yawn, looking at her partner's sleeping face, he had a small smile on his face.
"I can see that." Answered Angela, "and what were you doing before you fell asleep."
She ignored her friend and poked her partner hard in the ribs, causing him to grunt. He opened his eyes and threw her an angry glare, which turned into a sleepy smile when he realized that his head was on her lap. "Morning." He said, still not fully comprehending where he was. He saw Angela out of the corner of his eyes. "Hi Angela."
"Good morning, Seeley." She said, her grin growing into a smile.
He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, catching glimpse of his watch, the hands rested on seven-thirty six. "Damn, I've got a meeting at eight." He said, standing up to leave and stopped at the doorway. "I'll be back later today after I pick up Parker, and get things setup."
"Alright." Nodded the doctor as he walked out of the door.
After he left, Angela helped Brennan change into a brown, long flowing skirt and a white hooded long sleeved top, to match the dreary weather. "Now, lets figure out what to do with your hair." She said excitedly.
Cam, Hodgins and Zack made their way into the office as Angela began pulling out the braids. "Did you guys find anything?" Asked Cam, taking a seat across from the doctor.
"We came up with an idea," Started Brennan, "I Googled the Fifth Avenue Salon and Nails last night when I noticed that they had an employee page, half the staff were of Asian decent and the other half looked like. . .I don't know, not right."
"Your thinking the government hired them as an attempt to control the masses." Added Hodgins, with a smile.
"No, not quite." Said Brennan, all eyes went from glaring at the etymologist to looking at the forensic anthropologist wide eyed. "China has a 'one child' policy, that I'm thinking they are trying to enforce, trying to control the population growth."
"And how exactly are you going to figure that out." Asked Cam, trying to understand the mind of the woman before her.
"I'm going undercover with Booth, and see if we can set them up." She said, the excitement was evident in her voice. "But Hodgins, can you narrow down the color of the nail polish on Amalie and see if they happen to match?"
"The chances of it being from the same bottle are one in a million, Dr. Brennan." Said Hodgins.
"Actually it would be one in three hundred thousand, five hundred and six." Said Zack, gaining a glare from Hodgins, "I mean, Mrs. Jacobs went to the salon about four weeks ago, the chances aren't as high because it could be possible that they haven't used that color as much. Scientifically speaking of all the colors offered. . ." Hodgins placed a hand over his mouth.
"I get the point, come on Science Wonder, lets go narrow down the color." He said, annoyed at the young doctor, and dragged him out of the office.
Before Cam could further question the plan, Angela gave a squeal from behind her. "Oh Sweetie, your hair is so cute." She said, still running her fingers through the soft curls left by the braid. She left the hair only to return with the makeup kit left in her closet. "Now we are going to make you look like a mom."
"And what exactly does a mom look like?" Asked Brennan, looking at her supervisor, who shrugged. When Brennan looked at her friend, Cam's non-emotion face grew into a smile.
"Glowing." Said the artist with a love-struck sigh.
"Glowing? Its physically impossible for a human being to glow. . ."She was about to go into a scientific explanation about the matter. Dr. Saroyan stood up, next to the artist as reenforcement.
"Dr. Brennan, trust us. We will make you glow." Said Cam as they began to work.
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Booth returned some time after two, with Parker holding one hand, carrying an infant carrier in the other with a bag hanging from his shoulder. He tried to make it to his partner's office without anyone noticing, but he was unsuccessful. Angela stood at the stairs of the platform with her sketch pad in hand, her card in the other.
Angela turned around completely and gave the man the once over. "Seeley, looking so. . .domestic." She said, for a lack of better words.
"Angela, looking so. . .busy." He said with a plastered smile, and turning to his son. "Say hi to Angela, Parker."
"Hi."Said the blond boy, shyly and caught sight of the woman on the top of the stairs, it was Dr. Brennan. He let go of his dads hand and ran up the stairs, sending off the alarms, and wrapping his arms around her legs. "Dr. Brennan!"
"Parker?" She asked startled by the alarms, and the five year old now attached to her legs.
"Dr. Brennan, Dr. Brennan! I've missed you so much." Said Parker as his dad struggled up the stairs with a stern look on his face.
"I've missed you too, Parker." Said the doctor with a soft smile, she ran her fingers through his soft blond curls.
"Parker." Called his father, the boy turned sheepishly. Booth sat the carrier on to the empty table and walked closer to his son. "I told you that you needed to stay next to me, Bud."
"I'm sorry, daddy." He said, his arms were still around Brennan's legs. The security guards were scrambling to shut the alarms off, causing Brennan to chuckle a little.
"Booth, what's that?" Asked Brennan, as the boy released his grip and taking her now hand in his small hand. The hand was currently missing the bandage and had a simple band aid covering the stitches.
Booth chose to leave that fact to a later topic, and turned around to revel a tiny baby girl. "Its our daughter, silly." He said with a playful smile, getting into the role. "Remember the eighteen hours of labor and the constant threat of filing for a divorce? With Parker, I'm glad you ended up with a Caesarian Section."
She looked at him with a raised brow, "Our daughter?" She asked, unsure what to do. Zack and Hodgins came up to the platform and stood in the corner, with Cam and Angela, watching their friends interact, but mostly Brennan looking at the baby as it had fangs.
"Yes, Roxy. Our seven week old daughter Madison Scallion." He said, setting the infant into her arms. Immediately she tensed up, scared that she would drop the tiny girl.
"But Booth, I. . ."She said, the fear evident in her voice, the tiny bundle began to wiggle in her arms.
"Its alright, Temperance. You won't break her." He whispered, stepping closer into her personal space placing a comforting hand on her waist. Booth stared watched his partners eyes intently, the fear slowly softening to interest.
The baby felt comfort in the doctor's arms and soon her eyes closed and cuddled into the warmth of her body. Brennan's eyes met Booths brown ones, and a smile grew on her lips. She whispered something to Booth that didn't get heard by the cheering section. Brennan looked up at Hodgins, "Did you get the color of nail polish?"
The etymologist nodded, handing the report to her partner, still watching the woman and infant surprised of how calm she looked now. "Its called 'Please Me Pink' from Revlon." He said slowly, Booth nodded.
"Come on Tony, I want to get my nails done." She said, with a smile. The newly familiar accent returning, making Booth smile. He picked up the carrier and the other hand went to the small of her back, Parker's tiny hand went into the doctors right one, the 'family' left without another word.
"Did anyone else find that weird?" asked Hodgins, still looking in the direction of the doors. Zack said nothing but raised his hand. Angela looked as a love struck teenager and Cam had a smile playing at her lips.
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The new family sat in a brand new Jeep Cherokee at a red light about twenty minutes after leaving the Jeffersonian. "What's the plan?" Asked Brennan after their long silence.
"Same as Vegas, I supposed. Your still a school teacher at Georgetown Visitation Preparatory School for Girls, and I am a stock broker." He said with a smile.
She chuckled at the thought of Booth as a stock broker. "A stock broker?" She asked.
"I couldn't think of anything else." He said with a shrug, looking at her. She looked beautiful, her curly hair pulled up in a half pony tail, and subtle hints of makeup, he couldn't keep his eyes off of the woman next to him.
Her eyes met his and she smiled. "You don't look like stock broker." She said.
"And what does a stock broker look like?" He asked with a raised brow.
"Small, thick rimmed glasses, pocket protector." She explained, shrugging her shoulders. "You look like a cop."
"I can't be a cop, Bones." He said, rolling his eyes.
"I know, how about an air traffic controller?" She said, "They make a lot of money, and they don't have a definite look about them."
"Alright." He compromised as someone honked their horn from behind them. He put the gas to the floor and continued the drive to the salon.
They made it to the salon, which happened to be the fifth door on a ritzy strip mall. The strip mall had been well built, under any other circumstances-Brennan couldn't see herself willingly to visit the building.
Booth got out of the car, and taking the infant carrier with him, whereas Brennan opened Parkers door and helped him out of his car seat. The young boy took her hand and walked her to the side walk.
"Parker, you remember what we talked about. You have to pretend that Dr. Brennan is your mommy today, alright." The boy nodded, almost excited by that fact.
He opened the door of the salon, allowing for the woman and boy to enter the store. They were greeted by tall woman of Asian decent. "Welcome to Fifth Avenue, what can I do for you today?" She said with a welcoming smile.
"I would like a manicure." Answered Brennan, her accent strong. "I have heard nothing but good things about this salon, I thought I would come see what was so great about it."
"That's good to hear, Mrs..?" She asked, her smile almost seemed plastered.
"Scallion, Roxanne." She filled in, looking at Booth who was sitting in a chair, Parker next to him with the baby in his arms. "Please call me Roxanne."
"Alright, we have someone to see you right now." Said the woman leading her to a tall, woman with long brown hair.
The woman stood up and extended her left hand, but took notice of her cast on the left and switched to her right hand. "My name is MacAdrian, welcome to Fifth Avenue Salon." Which she took willingly.
"My name is Roxy." She responded, taking a seat across the table and setting her hands on the table. The woman took sight of the band aid on the other hand, which had slight bruising around it.
MacAdrian looked over her hands. "Do you mind if I ask what happened to your hands?"
"I was on a ladder and I fell, breaking the distal radius and a nasty laceration on the other hand." She said, her scientific words confusing the woman. "Sorry, I teach anatomy at Georgetown Preparatory School."
"No worries." Said the woman, "What were you doing on a ladder in the first place?"
"My son's cat ran up a tree and I tried to get it down, I slipped and landed on my stomach." She said, giving only vague details.
"Damn cat." Said the woman with a slight smile, taking the nailfile and starting to shape her nails.
"I know." Chuckled the doctor. Parker scampered over with a huge smile on his face.
"Mommy, can daddy and I go next door to the game store for awhile?" He asked, in a small voice. He was shy of the woman doing her nails.
"Sure, bud." She said, the boy gave her a kiss on the cheek and he turned on his heels back to his father, who switched made his way to his wife.
"I'm taking Maddy with me." He said, setting the carrier next to Brennan's purse.
"Alright." She said as he kissed her chastely on the lips. They were getting good at being Tony and Roxanne. She flushed slightly and turned her attention back to MacAdrian.
"You have a very nice looking family." She said, with a smile. "Your husband is gorgeous."
She grew a darker red. "He's a good man, Tony is." Was her response. "Great father, excellent at his job. I am very lucky to have met him."
"How long have you been married?" Asked the woman, who was slowly gaining interest, that didn't go unnoticed by Brennan.
"Almost six years. Parker will be turning five next month and Madison will me seven weeks old tomorrow." Said Brennan proudly.
"She's only seven weeks old? You look amazing." Said MacAdrian, shocked.
It took a minute for Brennan to comprehend what she was referring too, the absence of the baby fat. "A lot of working out, and a strict diet. I'm not quite to what I was before I had her." She said, it was true, she had gained a couple of pounds in the last three months. Brennan blamed it on Booth, for constantly bringing food over after midnight to work on a case.
"Really." Said MacAdrian. "What color would you like?" she changed the subject.
"I think the name is called 'Please Me Pink', my friend suggested it." Responded Roxy with a smile.
"Good choice." Standing up and picking up the bottle from the rows of colors. MacAdrian sat down. "Not a lot of people choose this color, but I really like it. I did it to my nails." She flashed Brennan her nails.
"That's a pretty color." Said Roxanne as she began to paint her nails.
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Hodgins was looking through Dr. Brennan's office for the file on Zooey Carter. Piles were stacked high on every available flat surface, not only from the case they were currently working on, but half of the bodies in Limbo had files resting in her office, a project she was working on before the six bodies in the pasture.
Her coffee table, end tables and even the ones that held her vases proved negative on the search for the girls folder. The last spot was her desk, which he was trying to avoid at all cost. Her desk held her latest manuscript, and God knew what. He was venturing 'no mans' land when something in particular caught his eyes.
It was a novel sitting on her organized desk, it was opened and faced down, exposing the cover of the book. The words 'How to Choose the Sex of Your Baby, by Landrum Shettles MD/PhD and David Rorvik' jumped of the hard cover, piquing his interest. He sat down on her chair and turned the book around to read the where it was left open.
As soon as he sat down, Angela walked into the office. "Jack, what is taking you so long? I thought you got lost on the way." She said, taking notice that he wasn't listening to her. "Are you even listening to me?"
He looked up, his eyes meeting with her curious ones. "You have to look at this." He handed the artist the book with a sly grin on his face.
"How to choose the sex of your baby?" Asked Angela, curiosity was going to kill the cat on this one. She flipped through the pages of the book.. "It must be a mistake, Temperance Brennan doesn't want children."
"I doubt it, Angela. Look, all the things about having a girl is marked off by post-it notes." Argued Hodgins, pointing at all the pink tabs coming from the books. "Temperance Brennan wants to have a baby girl, and Temperance Brennan is keeping a secret about something, a big secret."
"Listen to this: 'It is a fact that the Y chromosome bearing sperm are smaller and less robust but move faster than the larger X chromosome bearing sperm which have a longer window of staying alive after intercourse within the vaginal canal." Meaning it is really easier to conceive a girl than a boy because the girl sperm live longer.' Its not like her to go easy on anything." Said Angela with a slight chuckle, turning the page.
"Come on, Angela. Every little girl when they were children wanted to have their own little girl to dress up and show off like a doll. As for boys, we always wanted a boy to play sports with and show off the tools of the trade." Said Hodgins with a smile. "Even Temperance Brennan, though she may deny wanting it, she is still a woman and has biological urges. I don't know if you notice, but her biological clock has been ringing loudly for a very long time, ever since she met a certain Parker Booth. I should really say his father Seeley Booth started it."
"Its his fault then!" Cried Angela, her excitement growing by the second. "God if they have a child together its going to be the most beautiful baby ever to be born. Can you imagine Brennan pregnant? She's beautiful now, don't get me wrong, but she's going to be even more drop dead gorgeous." She was talking really fast and started to pace, discussing the possibilities and ended up in. "A wedding!"
"Angela, you and I both know Brennan thinks marriage is an archaic institution and that she doesn't need a piece of paper to show her commitment." Said Hodgins. They all have heard the doctor's opinion on the matter.
"If anyone could talk her into it, it would be Booth." Said Angela, her eyes were shining. Hodgins watched her, she was formulating plans about getting her friends together as she was standing there. God the woman was obsessed.
He stood up and shook his head, grabbing the book from the artists hands. "Lets see what else this book says about the conception of girls. Sexual positions:'It is suggested for conception for a girl that shallow penetration from partner, preferably the missionary position' Oh it talks about orgasms. For having a girl. .'"
"God, stop Jack." Said Angela disgusted, she was about to retort when her phone rang. "This is Angela." She listened to the person on the other line. "Sure Sweetie, we'll be there. Give me the address again." She wrote down the address on a post-it note. "Yeah, we'll be there in an hour. Jack's almost done here. Uh-huh bye, Sweetie."
"Was that our happy mother-to-be?"Asked Jack, looking up from the book, which turned out to be pretty interesting.
"Yes, but you can't say anything. I don't think we are supposed to know about this, maybe she is just curious about the matter."Argued Angela, her hands on her hips.
"Yeah and its like asking Temperance Brennan if she believes in God." Said Hodgins with a dry laugh, placing the book back in its spot as if it didn't make its presence known. Both the artist and the etymologist left the office, in search of Dr. Addy and to meet Booth and Brennan at the given address.