A/N: Okay, so when I wrote this story originally, It was only supposed to be a one shot. Obviously it's turned into more than that. Here is chapter three. The story will have a different feel over the next chapters, so don't be surprised if it seems different. With that, I hope you enjoy, and I'll try to get the next chapter posted soon. And remember, I originally wrote this between seasons one and two so we all still hated Rebecca and Cam had never been introduced. We also knew nothing about Brennan's family other than her dad was still alive and Russ and she were starting to talk again. This will be crucial knowledge as everything that happens in this story goes on that level of show knowledge.

Temperance shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her back aching. She looked at her computer screen, trying to ignore the stiffness in her back.

Hey Sweetheart, how's my girl? Temperance grinned at the words on the screen.

Missing you. When will you be back?

I'm hoping tonight. I've finished up here, but the weather's terrible.

Well, be careful. I need you back in one piece.

LOL. What are your plans for the day?

I have an interview with your ex today, not looking forward to it.

Rebecca?

That's the one. Does she know about us yet?

Uh, no.

Seeley! She's going to find out eventually.

Probably today, right? I've got to go; my taxi's just arrived.

Don't think you can get away with that.

LVBones has signed off.

"Oh, he is so dead when he gets back." Temperance muttered. Angela popped her head into her best friend's office and smiled.

"Sweetie, are you ready to go? We don't want to be late for your interview." Temperance sighed and pulled herself up, her extended belly making it difficult.

"I don't really want to do this Angela."

"You can't back out now. Your publicist would kill you."

"I know," she griped, then patted down her clothes, "I just don't want to face Rebecca without Seeley here."

"Sweetie, it's just an interview, not the Spanish Inquisition, although, nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition."

"I don't know what that means."

XxXxX

Seeley arrived at the airport in Fargo just as a blizzard hit the area. He paced back and forth at the departure gate, praying that his plane wouldn't be grounded. He watched the display over the check –in counter switch from the flight information to cancelled. He cursed under his breath and flopped down into a seat. This is not how I intended to spend my time. When his cell phone rang, he looked at the display and groaned.

"Hello Rebecca."

XxXxX

Angela and Temperance arrived at the television studio about half an hour later, and were escorted to a greenroom to meet with Rebecca before the interview was taped. The blonde reporter entered the room, talking on her cell phone.

"What do you mean you can't take him tonight? He's been looking forward to the zoo for weeks now." Rebecca turned and saw Temperance, her eyes drifting to the forensic anthropologist's stomach and widening. "A blizzard. You expect me to buy that? You know what, this is exactly why I broke up with you in the first place." She shut the phone forcefully, and then gave a tolerant smile to the anthropologist.

"Dr. Brennan, always a pleasure. I see you've been…busy."

"Rebecca. Was that Seeley on the phone?"

"Yes. Blizzard my ass. He just doesn't want to see his son." Temperance and Angela exchanged looks.

"Would it help if I pick him up after this is over? Seeley is out of state at the moment, so I can watch Parker until he gets in."

"Oh, um, sure. I mean if it's not, you know, an imposition." The reporter looked flustered.

"Of course not. I love spending time with Parker." Temperance smiled in triumph. She had completely turned the tables on Rebecca. "Now, about this interview…"

"Right. Your new book is coming out soon, so we'll be discussing that, as well as the movie being made from Bred in the Bone."

"Any personal information to be involved?" Angela asked Rebecca curiously.

"Only if Dr. Brennan is comfortable with it."

"No, I have no problem with personal questions. I just don't know if you'll like the responses."

"Well then, let's get you miked and we'll start up." Rebecca smiled at Temperance, tolerant of her presence and led her, along with Angela to the studio they were to film in.

"Welcome to another edition of Entertainment today. I'm here with Dr. Temperance Brennan, renowned forensic anthropologist and best selling author. Thank you for taking the time to talk with me today Dr. Brennan." Rebecca's overall demeanor changed when on camera, much to Angela's amusement.

"Of course."

"Dr. Brennan, you must be thrilled at the success of your books. With your busy schedule how did you find the time to write?"

"Well, whenever I had a lull between identifications, or when I was on the road with my partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth, I would take that time to work on my novel."

"You and your partner are…close?" Rebecca asked, trying to keep her tone light.

"Absolutely. If fact you could say we're almost family." From off-camera, Angela suppressed a rather large guffaw. The effort earned a slight smile form Temperance, whose attention remained focused on Rebecca.

"And how does he feel about your current state? He must feel it's an imposition to his work."

"Not at all. In fact, it's the other way around. He was kind enough to allow me to join him with field work, and I'm unable to go directly on-site these days, having to examine remains in the lab instead of on-site, so now he just has the remains and samples send directly to my lab for examination."

"How…considerate of him. Now speaking of Agent Booth, rumor has it that you've based the character of Andy Lister off of him. Is that true?"

"All of my characters are purely fictional. Otherwise you could find parallels between Andy Lister's ex and those of Agent Booth's." Temperance shifted as her back seized up. She really wanted to enjoy Rebecca's reaction to the statement, but the pain in her lower back was preventing that. The reporter scowled for a moment before returning her expression to one of polite interest.

"Well, that's an interesting thought Dr. Brennan. How much of your personal life is reflected in that of Kathy Reichs?"

"Just my career choice."

"You must be thrilled to have so much hype surrounding the film adaptation of your novel Bred in the Bone. It's touted to be one of the most anticipated movies of the year."

"I must admit that I am surprised at how much success the book has had."

"And your new novel, when is it due for release?"

"Next month." Temperance squirmed again. The back pain was becoming a bit more intense. From the shadows, Angela watched her friend in concern. Something was wrong, and Temperance hadn't said a word.

"And on a personal note, I see that congratulations are in order. When are you due?"

"In about a week. My fiancé will be taking time off to help me once the baby is born." A soft smile graced Temperance's lips as her hand went to her belly.

"Oh really, and who is that?"

"Special Agent Seeley Booth."

XxXxX

From his seat at a bar in the airport, Seeley watched the live entertainment show with a grin. Temperance was holding her own against his ex, and Rebecca couldn't stand it. She had no ammunition with which to argue that would be allowable on the air. He picked up his beer and took a drink. Outside the storm raged, preventing all air traffic from taking off, but inside, at least he got to see his Bones. In all her defensive glory, something wasn't quite right. She seemed uncomfortable, but not from dealing with Rebecca. No, it was something else. He watched as she wriggled in discomfort one more time. His mind quickly went over scenarios, and landed on only one conclusion; she had gone into labor.

"Damn it, not now. Wait it out 'til I get back, please." He murmured to himself, a silent plea to his fiancee. The man at the bar next to him was watching the screen intently.

"Her fiance is a lucky son of a gun, I'll tell you what. Someone as pretty and smart as her…I hope he knows what he's got."

"He knows, trust me." Seeley answered the man, his eyes never leaving the screen.

XxXxX

"Sweetie, are you feeling okay?" Angela asked after they picked up Parker. Temperance gave a tight nod, then a moment later, she shook her head.

"My back hurts, Ange. It won't go away, and just gets more painful."

"Bren, how long have you felt this way?"

"Since this morning. I just thought I had slept wrong."

"Slept wrong? Oh Sweetie, I think it's time."

"Time for what?" Temperance looked at her friend, a grimace gracing her visage against the pain.

"Labor, Sweetie. You're in labor."