Okay, here we go! Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I decided to be a good student and study for finals. Then I realized that I'm not a good student and that this is a lot more fun ;P

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! I took a couple of ideas from them, if you guys don't mind, a.k.a a wide opinion was that the dinner had to be public, non-romantic, or as per one opinion, not a dinner at all. However this chapter doesn't go that far, the 'dinner' will most likely be in the next chapter.

So, okay! This is a little more angsty, especially the ending, and I must remind you guys that if you stick with me, I will pull through and make Hannah regret ever dating Booth, but for now let's just say...the higher you are, the harder you fall. Also it's written in three P.O.V's: Booth's, Brennan's, and Angela's.

I also discovered this great button called 'insert horizontal line' today. Sure makes it easier to separate the parts of this chapter.

(Let me just say, I do believe I've uploaded this third chapter before Stevens Angel uploaded her third chapter to 'of reading', so... *coughupdatealreadycough*)

(Booth's POV)

Booth leaned back in his chair, still holding the phone in his hand. A million emotions were jumbled in his mind, and sorting them out was near impossible.

Damn it! Half-slamming the phone down onto his desk, Booth stretched his arms and growled. What an idiot he was. Why had he let Hannah write down her phone number on his hand? No matter how many times he washed them, there was still a faint outline, and it made him feel…so, so wrong. Like he was cheating on Bones. As if that wasn't enough to make him want to throw up, there was a faint push of guilt at abandoning Hannah. Well, not abandoning, but leaving it so open. She'd said she didn't think this was over…the guilt he felt was not because he still liked her, but because she still liked him.

Booth leaned back, scrubbing his face with his hands. But Bones! Poor Bones. How could he do that to her? He imagined her, sitting in her office…crying? No, Bones wouldn't cry, not without him. It sounded stupid, but he knew her. He knew she forced herself to be rational, much too rational; he knew she wouldn't cry until he was there to hold her, until he reminded her that this was not rational. They weren't rational.

Had he ever loved Hannah? It was hard to know if he had. If it had been love, it certainly didn't compare to the way he loved Bones. Once upon a time he had imagined a future with Hannah, but that future paled compared to the one he saw with Bones. Everything he had with Hannah, it was nothing when compared to what he had with Bones.

Booth idly picked up the phone, debating on who to call first. If he called Hannah first and cancelled, or maybe changed the date to a coffee and not dinner, then he'd have something nice to tell Brennan. But if he called Bones first, then there would be no chance that she'd be jealous.

Someone knocked on the door, and Booth immediately straightened, trying to maintain that sense of perfection and control. "Come in!"

Sweets walked in carefully, observing Booth and making sure he was calm (or at least seemed to be). "Hello, Agent Booth."

"Get it over with, Sweets," Booth immediately said, trying to keep the annoyed tone out of his voice. "I'm busy."

"Okay," he said quickly, walking closer. "I ran into someone in the elevator."

"Get it over with."

"Hannah," he said quickly. "I ran into Hannah and I talked to her for a while."

"You talked to her?" Booth stood up quickly, slamming his hands down onto the desk. "You talked to her, Sweets? What was your twelve-year-old brain thinking?"

"I had to, she looked awfully smug and I couldn't let her just leave, I had to know why she was here!" Sweets held up his hands in front of him, fending Booth off. "Look, I was acting as your friend, not your psychologist."

"What," Booth asked, seething, "did you ask her?"

Still holding up his hands, Sweets inched forward. "I asked her how she was, why she was back. She said she had accepted a permanent job here in D.C, and that she wanted to catch up with you. So, okay, don't kill me. I told her how you were seeing and how you two were having a baby girl. I tried not to act smug," Sweets added quickly, "but she was giving off signals as if she wanted to get back together with you."

Booth sat back down slowly, still looking at Sweets. "Psychologically. Why would you say she's back?"

"As a psychologist?" Sweets paused, thinking. "As a psychologist, I think she's not over you yet. You guys didn't have much closure, and I think she still believes she has a chance with you."

"Damn it," Booth muttered, leaning forward. "Okay, Sweets, I'm busy now."

"Wait," he said quickly. "I have to ask you. Does know you guys are going for dinner?"

Booth leaned forward, thinking. He was torn between making Sweets leave and figuring out his problems by himself, or asking Sweets to stay and give his advice. Sweets' advice never really worked out for him, but it was worth the try. "Okay, yes, she does. I called her, and she acted all nonchalant about it, the way she does when she's trying not to let me know how she really feels about it. She said she'd invite Angela over for a girl's night. Do you really think she'd do that?"

Sweets inched closer, the way he did when he was trying not to screw up his chance to give Booth advice. "Well, I think Hannah deserves closure, as do you. As much as you think you've moved on -"

"I have moved on!" Booth interrupted. "I'm with Bones. I love Bones. I. Love. Bones."

"I'm not saying you don't," Sweets immediately said, taking a step back. "I know you do. But closure is an important last step in any relationship. You guys should have one last meal. But not dinner."

"Not dinner."

"No, of course not! Dinner is traditionally the kind of thing that couples do. You and Hannah should have a coffee, maybe lunch; not dinner. This is one of the few things that probably understands and that may have made her a little more jealous than normal."

"Oh." Booth thought about that. It was true: whenever he asked a woman on a date, it was always for dinner. Except for Bones. But let's face it, he thought lovingly, nothing is normal when it comes to Bones and I.

"So here's what you should do." Sweets had inched forward again so that he was standing at the corner of Booth's desk. "Go home tonight, have dinner with , make sure she knows you love her and that the things between you and Hannah are over. Then tomorrow take Hannah out for coffee. Lunch is sort of your thing with Dr. B, so I suggest not doing that. Maybe after work? Make sure she knows nothing is going on between you two, and that you don't want a relationship with her. There. Problem solved."

Booth looked Sweets over. It was a little strange for him to actually think Sweets' advice was valid. It had sure sounded valid, and certainly good, at that. "I'll try it, but if it doesn't work, your head will roll."

Sweets wrinkled his nose. "You tell me how it works out, okay?" With that, he turned around and left, leaving Booth to think about what could happen if his plan didn't work out.

(Brennan's POV)

Nausea was a pregnancy symptom. It was a pregnancy symptom, Brennan told herself, and therefore it was natural for her to be nauseous. She was supposed to be nauseous.

It was pregnancy, not the thoughts that were running through her head.

Her stomach heaved, and she pressed her lips together at the thought. All she could imagine was Booth and Hannah, together. Booth and Hannah, having dinner. Booth and Hannah, admitting that they were perfect together and shouldn't have ever broken up.

There was a soft knock at the door. "Bones?"

Brennan jumped up, immediately regretting her decision. Grasping the arm of the couch, she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for her dizziness to subside.

The knocks became more persistent. "Bones? Are you okay?"

"Come in," she said weakly, then stronger, louder. "Come in!" Quickly but carefully, she sat back down and leaned back into the cushions, trying to appear in control.

Booth leaned in, peeking through the door carefully. Seeing her on the sofa, he crept in cautiously, mentally berating himself for having ever put Bones through this kind of pain. Slowly, he sat down beside Brennan, watching her. She had her eyes focused on his, her body relaxed into the cushions, her hands rested on her belly and the tips of her fingers unconsciously rubbing in small circles. Her ankles were crossed, the swelling slowly decreasing.

"Hey," Booth said softly, sitting by her side. He made sure to keep close without touching her, hoping that she understood the way he was feeling.

"Hi," Brennan said cautiously. "Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for your dinner with Hannah?"

Booth leaned back, his pose mimicking Brennan's. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I've decided not to take Hannah out for dinner tonight."

"You did?" Brennan couldn't help but let a little bit of the hope and joy she was feeling slipping into her voice. She sat up a little bit straighter, spreading her palms wider on her stomach.

Booth smiled, happy he'd made her feel better. "Yeah, I did. You see, I realized that the only woman I want to have dinner with was sitting in her office, all alone -" he made sure to keep out any mentions of her being jealous or angry, not wanting to rile up her hormones and mood swings, "- and I wanted to be with her. So I decided that if Hannah wants to talk to me, she can do it over a coffee break."

Brennan ducked her head, letting her hair hide the joyous blush that colored her cheeks. As much as she scoffed about Booth acting like an alpha male, as much as she pretended that love was a rational thing she understood, she loved these moments where she was able to let go of it all and simply, truly believe that Booth was hers. Territorial, she knew, but still; the best moments with Booth were those when she quit being an anthropologist and simply became a woman in love. Looking up through her eyelashes, she gave him a small smile before leaning into him, maneuvering her belly so that she could get as close to him as she could.

Booth wrapped his arms around her, resting both his hands on her belly and rubbing small circles with his palms. "So what do you want to do? Would you rather stay in and have a romantic dinner at our apartment, or would you rather go out to a restaurant?"

Brennan tucked her head down under his chin, thinking. "I'm tired, can we just stay in?"

"Of course," he murmured, pressing his lips to her hair. "I'm sorry, but I have to go back to work. I made up an excuse about the case, and they're bound to figure it out eventually, right?"

Brennan chuckled, leaning back again but keeping a hold on his hand. "Go ahead, I have to work anyways. Can you pick me up at seven?"

Booth stood up, rubbing his fingers across her knuckles a couple of times before stroking her hair and gently disentangling their fingers. "Seven."

Brennan smiled, letting her hands fall down on her belly and (irrationally) feeling a pang in her chest as he strode away.

(Angela's POV)

Angela strode across the floor of her office, shuffling through papers and notes. Her part in this case was minimal: it was a pretty straightforward case, with everything leading to one suspect, so she spent most of her time thinking of ways to update the Angelatron.

Well, that, and pining for Michael. She couldn't help but feel bad about leaving him in a daycare, although a lot of people who worked at the Jeffersonian left their kids at the daycare. Hodgins had admitted that he missed Michael as well, and that had made her feel a little better.

Today, though, both Angelatron and Michael thoughts had been put aside in favour of thoughts about Booth and Brennan. She'd known Brennan for what felt since forever, and she knew the way her friend worked. She knew that if Hannah told Brennan that she and Booth didn't belong together, Brennan would believe her. Brennan had been hurt one too many times by love to believe in it too much.

Angela sighed, pacing back and forth. She'd waited so long for Brennan and Booth to admit their love. Over six painful years, she'd watched as Booth had spiralled deeper and deeper into love, and Brennan had tried to stop herself from following Booth down that road. She'd tried to push them together and failed, again and again. At first she thought she'd just been living vicariously through Brennan, but even after she herself had created a dream life with Hodgins (and now Michael), she'd still felt that familiar hurt when she wasn't able to see the two together.

And then, just when she'd thought she'd never see Booth and Brennan fall in love, Brennan had admitted, her fingers caressing a skull, that she'd crawled into bed with Booth. And then, finally, everything had fallen into place. Finally, a dream had come true.

Now Hannah was back. Hannah was back and Brennan was pregnant and Booth was torn. She knew the way he felt; she'd felt the same way when she'd learned about Grayson and his 'never-ending love' for her. As much as she loved Hodgins, as much as she wanted to marry him and have a future with him and fall in love with him every morning, over and over and over; she'd felt guilty at the pain that Grayson felt. She could imagine that Booth felt the same way, but heightened: Hodgins had always trusted her, known that they loved each other and that nothing could break them apart. Booth, however, had Brennan, and loved her and trusted her and felt an undeniable urge to protect her. But Brennan, as much as she tried to allow herself to feel the same way, still wasn't completely convinced that Booth could love her.

Angela groaned, still pacing the floor. She loved Brennan and wanted her to be happy. She loved Booth and wanted him to be happy with Brennan. And Hannah? Hannah had once been a nice little addition to their lives, but she had been temporary. As much as she'd tried, Hannah had never truly fit in with the rest of their group; as much as they lied, everyone had always felt a little resentful towards her for keeping their favorite couple apart.

Hannah did not belong. She didn't fit in with their group and she didn't belong with Booth. And she definetly, certainly, shouldn't have come back.

"Angela!" someone hollered, and Angela gave a weak sigh, putting down her papers and heading out the door of her office-

-just in time to be run into by Hodgins. Clark ran along behind him, narrowly avoiding running into the two of them.

Hodgins grabbed a hold of Angela's shoulders, a wild look in his eyes. "Angela - Brennan - Cam - Brennan - Hannah - asking -" he panted, words spit out randomly and breaths coming in quickly. "Angela - Brennan…"

"What is trying to say," Clark burst in, "Is that you've got to go warn Brennan -"

"Warn Brennan about what?" Angela looked desperately from one exhausted man to another, trying go get enough information to actually be helpful. Hodgins was still clutching desperately at one of Angela's shoulders (the other had fallen down to his stomach, which he clutched even tighter as he struggled to control his breathing); Clark was holding up one finger and counting his breaths.

"Brennan…" Hodgins choked out, "Hannah's asking for…"

"Hannah is asking for ," Clark said, recovering faster than Hodgins. "Cam's trying to keep her from finding her. Hannah doesn't look very happy."

"Oh, my God!" Angela pushed away the two half-dead men and set off at a brisk pace towards Brennan's office. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Hannah arguing with Cam, both of her hands gesturing madly. Cam stood proudly, her shoulders back and her arms crossed, chin up defiantly. "Dr. Brennan is busy with a case," she kept repeating.

Angela huffed, reaching Brennan's office and yanking her door open.

Brennan looked up, her rational demeanour faltering at the panic in Angela's face. "Ange? You okay?"

"Awkward, awkward, very very awkward," she said, walking forward with her hands in front of her in surrender. "Hannah's asking for you and Cam's trying to keep her away but I don't think she can convince her much longer. Do you want me to talk to her?"

"Why?" Brennan asked. "I'll talk to her-"

"No!" Cam stuck her head in, eyes wide. "No, , we need you for this case and I want both you and Hannah to live."

"What? Hannah won't kill me." Brennan stood up, more cautiously this time, then pushed through the two ladies using her large belly to push them apart. "I'll be fine."

"It's not Hannah who's going to kill you," Angela muttered, turning to Cam. "Rock paper scissors who has to pull the two apart if they get into a catfight."

Cam gave a wry smile, following Angela out the door after Brennan.

The two were standing by the platform, both looking slightly hostile. Hannah was slightly threatening, her arms still gesturing and her head held back. In front of her, Brennan's belly made her appear hostile instead of vulnerable, her arms crossed over it, her legs spread slightly to balance out her weight.

"…don't understand why Booth cancelled," Hannah was saying. "He seemed very happy about going to dinner with me when I first gave him a call. But suddenly he calls me and says he wants to go out for coffee tomorrow instead? What's up with that?"

"Maybe he's busy tonight," Brennan retorted, her anger level rising. "Maybe he'd rather spend his nights with me than with you."

" I know you two are together and all," Hannah said, her anger level rising as well, "but I really need to talk to him. I haven't seen him in forever, and we both know - as you always say - he isn't your territory. He's allowed to do what he wants."

"And he wants to spend his evenings and nights with Brennan!"

Both women turned towards Angela, who was more hostile than the both of them combined. Nine months of pregnancy hormones, combined with eight months of no sleep, had made Angela extremely prone to exploding, and Hannah messing with Brennan had been the last straw. Taking a threatening step forward, she unlocked her arms and moved her body to stand slightly between Hannah and Brennan, in a defensive position.

"Booth," Angela said, "is in love with Brennan. They are having a kid together. He is allowed to what he wants. And it just so happens, that he would rather have dinner with Brennan than with you."

Hannah took a step back, narrowing her eyes. "I haven't seen Booth in nearly a year. I have every right to ask him to have dinner with me. I also have every right for my invitation to be accepted. And Temperance here, as you said, is in a relationship with Seeley. She most likely has dinner with them every night. When I was going out with Seeley, he would often go out for dinner with Brennan instead of with me."

"Maybe you should take a hint." By now Angela had peaked with anger, Hannah was bursting with jealousy and fury, and Brennan was looking impressed. "If you and Booth had really been in love, he'd have acknowledged that you were jealous and have stayed with you. But let's face it, you two were never meant to be together." Angela breathed out, calming down slightly. "I hate to be mean, Hannah, but it's true. You and Booth, you guys may have had a thing going, but he never truly loved you. I'm sorry, Hannah, but it's true."

Hannah fumed, looking from one woman to another: Angela still threatening, Brennan impressed but slightly scared. "Maybe it's not that Booth didn't acknowledge my jealousy," she said threateningly. She looked Brennan up and down, her eyes focusing pointedly on her rounded belly. "Maybe it's because I had nothing to be jealous of." Stepping around Angela, she pulled closer to Brennan. "Haven't you ever thought that it's strange, that not only did Booth bounce back from me so quickly, but that he knocked you up the moment you two started a relationship? In fact, your pregnancy started this relationship. Do you really think these things last? I don't want to see you get hurt, Brennan-"

"He doesn't love you," Brennan spat out. "He never loved you, Hannah. He loves me."

"How can you be so certain?"

Angela, her anger rising again, took a threatening step forward; but it was too late. Hannah strode away in triumph, Brennan spun on her heels and staggered towards her office, and Cam dropped her head in defeat, feeling wave after wave of sadness as she watched her people, her family, fall apart.

I actually hate this ending myself because I'm so anxious to know what happens next. I'm also wondering how long I can drag this on. I know Crazydancer108 's idea didn't work out exactly like I planned - I think we all expected Hannah to walk out defeated - but never fear, Angela's a hell of a loyal friend and I sincerely doubt this story's going to end without her (at least coming extremely close to) ripping out Hannah's throat!

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