Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, only the character of Lana.

Two weeks had passed since Lana started work at the Jeffersonian.

She had now formed a routine, everyday she would make a discovery, answer a question right or make a good suggestion and she would get praise from everyone except Brennan.

She even went somewhere new with Booth for lunch most days, except for the rare occasions he didn't have time for lunch.

Today was no different; she had just sat down to lunch with Booth at a place called Samson's Café.

"So, it's been exactly two weeks since you started at the Jeffersonian. How are you settling in?" Booth asked just as he finished a mouthful of his sandwich.

"Not bad. Temperance is still having a hard time dealing with the fact that I'm not going anywhere for a while though. But everyone else is fine; I'm going shopping with Angela on Saturday." She replied picking up her own sandwich.

"Yeah, Brennan is an extremely hard person to get close to. Trust me I would know, it took us like four years of working together before she even stopped jumping down my throat every chance she got." Booth answered taking another bite.

Lana laughed. They finished their meal and returned to work.

"Hey sweetie, Brennan wants to see you in her office." Angela informed her as they neared the platform.

"Oh, great." She replied sarcastically.

She walked into Bones' and sat down as instructed.

"So, you're finally back?" Brennan asked. "I was waiting for you for at least half an hour."

"I'm sorry. There was a lot of traffic." Lana began to worry.

"You wi…" she was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"What?" she snapped.

Booth walked in and sat down.

"I just thought that if you're gonna tell her off I need to be here to defend her." He replied flashing a smile.

"As I was saying you can stay behind today and work." Brennan continued.

"But I can't." Lana replied.

"Why not?" Brennan asked.

"I just can't okay"

"If you don't tell me why, I'll get Cam involved." Brennan was starting to get angry.

"Because I have to pick up my six year old daughter from school, okay." She snapped back.

Booth looked from Lana to Bones and back again.

"Whoa!" Booth was just as shocked as Brennan.

"Exactly how old are you?" Brennan asked.

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" Lana was getting angry now.

"Just answer the question." Brennan glared at her.

"I'm twenty two." She replied quietly.

"So you were sixteen when you had her?" She questioned.

"Yeah, so?"

"I knew you looked like the sort of person to get pregnant at a young age." She smirked.

Lana seemed to be extremely outraged at this. She burst into tears and stormed out of the room.

"Good one." Booth yelled and ran out the door after her.