Disclaimer: Still do not own Bones, unfortunately. All the characters in this story belong to those people at Fox. But the plot line is all my own.

The doorbell rang not fifteen minutes later and Brennan hastened to open it. Immediately, she threw her arms around the person standing in the doorway and felt their arms go around her in return. "I'm sorry," she whispered apologetically, "I just…had no one else to call."

The two stood hugging for several moments before Brennan finally stepped back and looked into the caring and concerned face of her best friend. "Thank you so much for coming, Angela."
"Are you kidding?" Angela smiled gently. "You never call me for anything. Of course I came. What is it?"
Brennan didn't answer, merely took her friend by the arm and led her into the living room. This room was hardwood, with one light green rug in front of the black, leather couch. Brennan sunk down onto it almost immediately and Angela followed, slower. She could tell that something was off. Brennan's eyes looked glassy but she seemed to be sweating and shaking.

"Sweetie are you sick?"
Brennan shook her head, but looked as if she felt she was about to throw up.

Angela placed a hand on Brennan's lower back, rubbing gently. She knew that her friend usually didn't have to think before speaking to her but this time Brennan seemed to be carefully choosing words. "Do you want me to get you a glass of water?" Angela asked, half rising.
Brennan's hand on her thigh stopped her and Angela sat back down. She had just thrown on a pair of jeans and a white blouse pulled from off a chair. Never before had Brennan called her after hours asking for help. She had been worried. Now, with Brennan being so reluctant to speak, Angela was even more worried than before. Temperance Brennan was rarely lost for words and always spoke her mind. Whatever had taken place must have shaken her up pretty badly.

Angela shook her head, black curls bouncing. "Maybe I should call Booth or something. Maybe he can help."
"No!" Brennan cried, fiercely, her eyes flashing as she turned to Angela. "No," she repeated, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

Angela sighed and took Brennan's hand in her own. "Sweetie, I know whatever is going on has upset you, but I can't help you if you don't tell me what happened."
Brennan looked at Angela bleakly, her face devoid of all emotion before saying the words that made it all real. "I'm pregnant."