I know, I know. I didn't update yesterday I'm SUCH an awful person! :( That flu bug that I've been fighting all week (I haven't been in school Friday) is really kicking my butt. Then at the doctor today, I also found out I have not only the flu but strep throat as well! Hopefully I'll be over it by next week though, my school district has standardized testing all next week.

Anyways, enough of my excuses.

Enjoy!

As soon as Booth left Brennan's apartment, they both couldn't help the poignant emotions that overtook their minds. Booth had stormed out of the apartment and down to his rental car. When he had sat down in the drivers seat, he felt the overwhelming urge to hit something. He punched the side of the door, near where all the buttons to control the windows were, over and over again until his hand was bleeding and numbed by the pain. Tears of anger and frustration were making his way down his cheeks.

'God, how could you do this to me again?' he thought, 'Another kid, that I won't get to see. What did I do wrong to deserve this?'

Meanwhile, Brennan was in a fit of hysterics. When she'd heard her front door slam, she immediately went to take a hot shower to relieve her stress, but instead found herself sitting on the shower floor. Her back was against the wall, the water flowing freely against her skin. She fought her tears at first, but eventually she gave in and allowed them to flow freely. One part of her mind told her that she was behaving irrationally, and that what she said was fair. However the other part, was arguing that together or not, he was still the father of her child, and deserved to be recognized as such.

Her mind kept replaying the argument over and over again while sitting in the shower, and she decided when she finally exited her shower, that her argument was valid.

After their argument, Booth couldn't stand to be in Chicago a minute longer. He went straight from her apartment complex to the airport, and had just landed back in D.C. He didn't bother to call Hannah, he wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone. He just kept hearing the argument over and over again, an even stronger wave of fury hitting him each time.

After he left the airport, he went straight to the shooting range. He needed to get rid of his fury somehow, and going home and taking it out on Hannah wasn't the answer. His hand was swollen from going on a frenzy in the car earlier, and even attempting to take out his anger then, didn't happen. He needed to go somewhere where he was alone from everyone and could clear his mind, and the shooting range would do that for him.

After Brennan had collected herself and finished her shower, she dressed in a simple camisole and sweatpants. She'd been engrossed in a parenting book, when there was a knock her door.

'Please don't let it be Booth.' she thought to herself, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw Mitch standing in front of her when she opened the door.

"Mitch? What are you...?"

"Oh Tempe! Did you forget about the dinner we scheduled tonight?"

"Oh my god, I'm sorry Mitch. I completely forgot about it."

"No worries doll. You look like you've had a rough day, what do you say to ordering some food from that fabulous Chinese restaurant and you can vent to me about what made your day such a piss pipe."

Temperance let out a small chuckle, "You are so gay."

He scoffed, "Please, you know you love it. I'm the best male friend any girl could ask for."

He strutted past her, making his way to the couch. Brennan followed behind him, watching him cross his legs at the ankles as he sat down on her love seat. She sat down on a single-seater chair to to the right of the love seat, and he turned.

"Well, what are you waiting for?! Vent!" he said, gesturing to her with his hands.

"I don't really want to talk about it, Mitch."

"Don't hold out on me Tempe, you know my lips are sealed." he said, making the zipper motion over his mouth.

"Booth was here this morning."

She watched Mitchell's jaw practically drop to the floor, "Booth as in baby daddy Booth or Booth as in another Booth that I don't know about?!"

"The first one."

"Oh my god, what happened?! Did you make up? Was he pissed off?" Did he leave his bitch wife...I'm sorry that was mean...yet?!"

"He was angry that I kept it from him."

"I mean, what did the man expect?! If I were you I would have kept it from him too! He told you he loved you then went to a prissy skank the next day!" he said, "Nope. Not apologizing for that one."

"He was drunk when he said that. He probably doesn't even remember that he said it. Like I've told you before, that night didn't mean anything. He and I...we can't be in a relationship. We never can be in a relationship. It just would not work."

"Which is exactly why he should just leave you alone! It was drunk and you guys were being stupid. He has a wife, why can't he just have a kid with her?"

"He kept saying how he couldn't walk away because this was his child and how he is the 'family man'. I get that he is the biological father of my child, but there is no way that he can possibly be her father as she ages because he lives seven hundred miles away."

"Honey he needs to get over all of this church crap and let you move on with your life without him in it. You let him do that, so it's only fair."

"Exactly, thank you for understanding. Though anthropologically speaking it is beneficiary if a child is raised by both parents, I think given this situation that it would not be beneficiary to my child. If she wants to know the identity of her father when she is older, I'll tell her and if she wants to find him she can. I just don't think that him being in her life is the right thing. He has a wife and a son. He has a life that he is happy in, and by suddenly involving her in his life, that isn't going to keep him happy. I already know that Hannah is going to disapprove when or if he tells her about this, and then he will go on the same argument he had with me about how it's his child and he should be there, when in reality all he feels is obligation to be here due to his beliefs." she sighed.

"You're a beautiful, intelligent, independent, young woman who doesn't need a man to make her happy. Remember that. No matter how hard he tries to make you feel bad about yourself for this, don't let him. Because all he wants is pity from you, and it's not worth it." Mitch said, "Now I'm starving. Where is your drawer of take out menus so I can get the number for this Chinese place?" he asked.

Temperance pointed to a small pullout drawer on the front of the side table next to the love seat, and she sat back. Though she agreed with Mitchell's words, she knew that Booth was an excellent father, but she didn't want to force the burden of a child on him simply because of a mistake they had made while intoxicated. With a sigh, she ran her hands through her hair, currently at war with herself.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

That was the only sound that had been ringing in Booth's ears for the past hour and a half. His target was basically nothing, it looked like the left over dough after you place a giant cooke cutter through it. He was still angry, but not as angry as he had been. He'd find a way to have a civilized conversation with Brennan about this whole situation.

He felt his phone vibrating against his pocket, probably Hannah again. She'd called seven times since he's landed back in D.C. alone. He knew that he had to tell her about what was going on, but he still wasn't sure how he was going to tell her.

'I'll worry about that later' he thought, before reloading his gun.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

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Isn't Mitch just fabulous? ;) LOL he's based off of a gay best friend that I have named Matt.

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