The following days are noticeably marked by Dr. Brennan's absence. Everyone asks where she is. None find satisfaction in Cam's answer of illness. Booth drops by her apartment, but receives no answer. He calls her and yields the same results.
As if nothing has happened on Monday October 27th she returns to work. He expects her not to be there when he comes beckoning. He expects to find Cam telling him that she'll have to do. Instead he wanders into Temperance's office and finds her sitting at her desk staring at her computer screen.
He clears his throat and her eyes leave the computer screen. She carefully turns her chair towards him. She stares up at him. "Yes?" she asks.
"We've got a case,"
"I'll get my things," she tells him.
He stops her movement with his words, "Where have you been?"
"I was sick," she answers.
"You were sick?" he asks skeptically.
"Yes," she nods.
"You can work after inhaling meth but you can't come to work sick?"
"I had the flu," she answers.
"I've seen you come to work sick,"
"I didn't want anyone else to get sick," she lies.
"Uh huh," he nods in disbelief.
"So we have a case?"
"Yeah,"
"So why are we still here?"
"I..."
"You can take Cam if you want..."
"You're not funny,"
"Don't you like working with Cam?"
"Working with Cam is fine... she just isn't my partner," he covers.
"Oh," she nods.
"So are you coming or not?"
"Yeah," she smiles as she gets out of her chair.
She gets her bag and follows him out of her office.
"So are you going to fill me in on the details?" she questions.
"On the way," he tells her.
"Ok," she agrees.
When they arrive at the scene law enforcement is waiting on them. They get out of the car. She follows him. An officer points out the body to them. She slowly approaches, smelling the body before she ever sees it. She smell of death creeps up her nostrils as she approaches. She does her best to keep her wits about her. A yard away from the body she stops.
"Come on," he tells her.
She stares at the body. She takes deep breath and unsteadily continues toward it. At a foot and a half away she stops.
"What?" he asks.
"Take this," she tells him.
He takes her stuff, and she steps away.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't want to compromise the crime scene," she answers.
She makes it approximately fifty feet before she is forced to stop. Between a pair of pines she lurches forward. Upon hearing this he places her kit on the ground. He makes his way to her. She stops as he approaches. Just as he reaches her she jerks forward again. He grabs her hair and holds it out of her face. He grabs her wrist and pulls the pony tail holder off of it. He pulls her hair back out of her face and binds it with the elastic band. With her knees on a log she tries to regain her composure.
"Maybe I should have brought Cam," he remarks.
She shoots him a look and then turns around. She heaves a third and final time. He looks at the tree next to him. Finally she stops. She pushes herself off the log. He helps her balance. She finally gets back on her feet.
"Sit down," he tells her.
"I'm fine," she insists.
"I'm not so sure," he argues.
"I'll be fine," she tells him.
"You're sick," he tells her.
"I told you that earlier and you didn't believe me,"
"Are you ready to be back at work? You don't look so good,"
"I have job to do," she announces.
"You can't do your job if you're sick,"
"Booth I'm fine," she tells him as she leaves the spot. She makes her way to the body. Finally he rejoins her as she stands over the body. He hands her a mask.
"I don't need that. I'm fine," she lies.
She bends down and examines the body, barely managing to keep her bodily functions under control.
Eventually the return to the lab with the remains. Cam and Temperance discuss the body, and Seeley disappears.
"Hey Ange?"
"Yeah?" she answers.
She walks over toward him after vacating the seat at her desk.
"Bones is back," he announces.
"It's about time,"
"Angela,"
"Yeah Booth?"
"I think that Cam was telling the truth,"
"About what?"
"Her being sick,"
"Why?"
"She got sick at the crime scene,"
"Sick how?" she questions.
"She threw up,"
"Oh, uh oh..." her eyes bug out and she scurries out of the room.
"Where are you going?" he calls after her.
She's long gone. As he leaves Angela's office she's making her way up the platform. She grabs Temperance by the back of the arm.
"Can I help you Angela?"
"Put the femur down," she instructs.
Temperance complies, and then stares at Angela.
Angela drags her away from her work table.
"Where are we going?" she questions.
Angela doesn't answer. She drags Temperance into her office. She shuts the door behind them. Temperance tosses her latex gloves into the trash can.
"Something you want to tell me?" Angela asks.
"About what?"
Angela moves forward leaving less than three inches between them.
"Are you pregnant?"
"What?"
Before Angela can repeat the question Temperance catches a whiff of Angela's perfume. Angela recognizes the look that plagues her best friend's face. She grabs the trash can and hands it to her. With no time to spare Temperance takes the trash can. After she finishes with it she sits it back on the ground.
"Bren..."
"What?" she asks as she collapses into her chair.
"Are you pregnant?"
"Why would you ask that?"
"Booth told me that you threw up at a crime scene,"
"So? I've got the flu," she answers.
"Right. Which is why you just threw up,"
"It is..." she lies.
"No you just threw up because you're very sensitive to smells because you're pregnant,"
"I...."
"Are you pregnant?" Angela asks again.
She nods, "There is no use of lying, you'll find out anyway."
"How far along are you?"
"Six to eight weeks," she answers.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know,"
"Have you told Booth yet?"
"No, and you're not going to either,"
"Are you going to tell him?"
"Eventually,"
"Bren is there something here you aren't telling me?"
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Is Booth the baby daddy?"
"I don't know,"
"What? What do you mean you don't know? Did you have sex with him?"
"Yes,"
"So..."
"But it might not be his,"
"Oh Sweetie," she sighs.
"I can't tell him yet,"
"Why not?"
"I'm not going to tell him until I know for sure,"
"How long will that be?"
"A month or two,"
"I don't think that you can wait that long before telling him,"
"Why not?"
"He'll figure it out before then,"
"How?"
"You threw up at a crime scene. Don't you think that has him suspicious?"
"Lots of people throw up at..."
"You never throw up,"
"He can't know yet," she tells her.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not ready to tell him,"
"Sweetie you have to tell him,"
"Not today,"
"There is no time like the present,"
"Angela I can't deal with your delusional thoughts right now,"
"You have to tell him. He's going to want to know if you're having his kid,"
"But it might not be his..."
"You can't avoid him forever. You have to tell him,"
Just then her tongue betrays her and she instantly wants to recant her statement, "Cam does,"
"What?"
"Nothing,"
"How does this involve Cam?"
"It doesn't,"
"Am I missing something?
"No," she lies.
"Are you sure?"
"Uh huh,"
"We can talk about your Freudian slip later,"
"What do you want to talk about now?" she wonders hoplessly.
"You're pregnant,"
"I know,"
"With a baby,"
"I know. I got that memo after the missed period, and the morning sickness,"
"This is great,"
"The morning sickness?"
"No that you're pregnant,"
"How? It's completely complicated. I'm totally unprepared, and am being severely distracted from my job because of it,"
"Babies are good no matter what the circumstances are surrounding them,"
"Really?"
"Yes,"
"So you would still think that if you after breaking up with Hodgins you found out that you were pregnant?"
Angela scowls at her, "That would be different. Besides I'm not. You're the one who's knocked up,"