Hey, everybody this here is a speedy update during one of myself scheduled fifteen minute breaks as I madly study for an upcoming history exam in less than twenty hours. The next chapter will be posted as soon as possible because of exams. All feedback is welcome and appreciated. As always, thank-you to all the story alerts and favourites. You guys are the best.

~JesseniaRose~

Previously

Slowly rubbing a hand over tummy, she murmured softly into the darkness, "But don't you worry baby... Tomorrow mommy is going to find out what is bugging Aunty Temp." With those final words did she too fall asleep with a contended smirk upon her face.

Beep, beep, beep, sounded the unwelcome alarm clock that was chipped with years of being thrown across the room. With a frustrated groan did Temperance Brennan roll onto her side with one hand blindly searching for the offending noise. Temp was not a morning person. Although, she did have great strength and fortitude in scheduling her body to wake and function at unearthly hours, it did not mean that she had to like it. Slowly she began to open her eyes willing her stubborn legs to move. After two minutes of painfully little increments did her feet finally touch the ground. She let out a sigh of relief, the worst was over and now all that was left was the preparation for the day's work.

Twenty minutes later she found herself browsing an anthropology magazine involving the lasted archaeological finds while sipping a steaming cup of coffee. Relishing her last sip, she stood up and methodically washed her cup before placing it upon the drying rack. A quick brush of the teeth and she was hurrying into her beige trench coat while wrapping a soft woollen scarf around her neck. Like usual, she felt the mounting excitement for another day at work. Call her crazy; work was her passion for life. She didn't always like what she did but she was always satisfied with the results that they provided both her and the families of the gone. With a final glance around her cozy apartment she grabbed her purse and mittens and headed outside armoured for the chilly January.

Brennan reached the Jeffersonian at exactly 7:20am sharp. She gave a curt nod to the guard secretly wishing that Micah was on duty. Perhaps they could have a conversation or debate resolving around her current mosaic of emotions. Once reaching her office, she shrugged out of her coat before casting an admiring glance at the new artefact that the Egyptology unit had given her. It really was priceless. With a contended smile she realized that no one, not even Cam or any of her overzealous interns had arrived yet. She had planned it this way, setting her alarm clock at an earlier time. Although she recognized this act as a rather cowardly one she truly didn't have the energy to start a conversation with Angela involving her roller coaster like feelings.

She then turned to her laptop that lay invitingly upon her spacious desk. Hmm... Work hadn't technically started and she wouldn't mind working on her latest book. One chapter later, she began her journey towards the Limbo with thoughts of Kathy and Andy still filling her mind. Kathy, the forensic anthropologist and Andy, the cocky FBI agent who wore mismatched socks. She had just had them engaging in a particularly excellent debate on love and as usual she, no, thought Brennan to herself, Kathy was winning.

Shaking her head ever so slightly, she entered the Limbo and eagerly began reading the labels of which set of bones she would choose. There were so many options, so many stories, and so many secrets, that only she and a few others could unlock. After a quick walk around she settled upon a historically interesting set. She easily laid the bones out from cranium to the lateral malleolus.

Happily she worked, all troublesome thoughts involving FBI agents and friends with best intentions at heart gone. For a good couple of hours she felt sure that her plan had succeeded and that Angela had let the matter drop. However, just as she began to grow more comfortable did her focus suddenly shatter as an excited Booth rushed through the door.

"Hey Bones! Guess what?" Booth grinned like a boy in a candy shop.

"Booth..." began Brennan irritably, "you know I'm not a mind reader, therefore that question is unnecessary. It would be much more efficient if you simply told me what was on your mind. And," she put a strong emphasis on the word before continuing huffily, "I was extremely absorbed in this set of remains. It is of a young woman of Mayan descent. I find the information that I am gathering of her origin and life extremely fascinating... "She trailed of awkwardly."Well, what I am trying to say is that you should have knocked first."

Booth arched an eyebrow before raising his hands in mock surrender, "Okay, okay, yeesh," he playfully said. "Anyways, what I was going to say is that we have a case. And both you and I got to caboose!" He chuckled at Brennan's expression of utter confusion.

"Fine, fine, just let me pack up." As Brennan turned around she allowed a slow smile to grace her features as she thought of Booth's behaviour. It was so normal that it reminded her of all the great times they had shared before. She was glad that her confession during that one night of incredible irrationality had not harmed their partnership. After her hasty clean up, Booth beamed and the two of them turned to exit when Angela's voice could be heard echoing towards their general direction.

"Sweetie, I know you're in there doing whatever you do to pretend our conversation last night did not happen but I think I have given you enough time to sort through your emotions. Therefore, you and me are going to continue are conversation on what was most certainly bothering you last night. It's Booth's new girlfriend isn't it?" Upon hearing no reply she continued her babbling before coming into full view sight and uttering a little, "Oh... Well this is awkward."

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