I know some of you might not have been expecting her to be preggo, but she is! Will it stay that way though? And someone mentioned that taking a shower would wash away evidence, and our right, but remember, she was drunk when this happened. And not thinking like she normally would.

Chapter 9

"I'm glad I get to go back," Brennan said from the passenger's seat of Booth's SUV. She didn't have her car at Booth's house, and he wouldn't let her drive anyways. So he said he would drop her off at the Jeffersonian on his way to work.

She was glad she was able to go back to work, but she was nervous of her coworkers. What would they think when she just showed up after a week of absence? Did they all know what had happened to her? She had called Angela one day and told her that she was attacked, but not anything else. So everyone probably did know. But they didn't know everything.

She almost wish they didn't know, the last thing she wanted was to be treated differently. Her hands were completely healed, as were her back and shoulders. So there was no reason for them to think of her as an invalid. Booth was the only one who knew about her pregnancy, and she wished to keep that hidden for a few more weeks at least. She was pretty sure that no one else knew about her being raped, she didn't wish to reveal that either. She didn't want anyone's sympathy. Especially not at work.

As far as she knew, they hadn't been able to solve the case that Booth and Brennan had started before she was taken to the hospital. All that they knew so far was that the victim was a teenage girl, who was originally from Colorado. Angela had yet to do a facial reconstruction, but was going to get to that today. Wendell had found several puncture wounds on the chest of the girl, but they weren't from a knife, or any other weapon for that matter. The wounds had a small circumference to them, so it was a cylinder of some sort.

"Yeah Bones, this will be good for you," Booth said, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

"Yes. It's, very exciting," She said, smiling.

"Your the only person I know who gets excited about work," He chuckled.

"Well, my job it quite stimulating," She said, matter-of-factly.

"At least we've got a case."

"It's actually very interesting. Hodgins says that there were traces of sulfur on the victim. But the nearest natural sulfur spring is at least forty miles away."

"She could have been moved. We wont know until we look into it more."

"That's correct," She said, yawning quietly.

"Tired?"

"You made me stay up and watch football until midnight!" She said accusingly.

"I didn't make you, and you fell asleep anyways! You missed the winning touchdown!" He said.

"Yeah, you woke me up to tell me all about it. And you were sitting on the couch, where I sleep. How am I supposed to sleep when your using my space?"

"Well, you still fell asleep," He poked fun at her.

"Yeah, but I could have gotten much better sleep, had you not been there," She knitted her brow.

"Okay, okay, here we are," He said, pulling up to the Jeffersonian parking garage.

"Thanks for the ride Booth," She said, opening the door and getting out.

"Alright, just be careful," He said, gripping the steering wheel.

"I will."

She waved goodbye as Booth pulled out of the garage, and headed towards the entrance to the institution. As she walked, she thought about her pregnancy. She didn't want to, but she couldn't control what went through her mind, not matter how hard she tried. How was she supposed to cope with this by herself? She sighed, walking through the halls. Once she got past the automatic door that head into the lab, she took a deep breath. It felt like home. The sight of the lab was so familiar, it was comforting to her. Especially the light. She could see everything. Nothing would be hiding in the darkness.

"Dr. Brennan!"

Brennan turned around to see Cam walking towards her, a smile on her face.

"No one said you were coming back today," She said as she walked up to Brennan.

"Well, here I am," She shrugged.

"Glad to have you back," She smiled.

"Glad to be back."

And with that, Cam walked off towards her office. Brennan went straight for the platform where the victim's body was displayed across a table. She swiped her access card, and walked up the steps. Wendell was there, facing the other way leaning over the remains. She noticed that the flesh still hadn't been cleaned from the bones, and it smelled vile. She ignored the stench and walked up behind Wendell.

"Mr. Bray, why have the bones not been de-fleshed?"

Wendell turned around, wide eyed.

"Doctor Brennan!" he said, surprised by her sudden appearance.

"Yes, I am here. Now, why is there still skin on my bones?" She asked.

"Well, Cam had to do an autopsy-"

"Is she done?"

"Um, yeah."

"Then shouldn't the bones be clean by now?"

"I, I suppose," he said, surprised by her impatient attitude.

Brennan noticed the confused look on Wendell's face, and sighed.

"I'm Sorry, please just... clean the bones as soon as possible," She said, walking off the platform.

Wendell knitted his eyebrow, puzzled. He thought that she would be happy to get back to work. He shrugged, and stared at the body that was on the examination table.

Brennan opened the door to her office, and stepped inside. She went and sat down on her couch, and rested her chin in her hands. For some reason, she was having a difficult time concentrating on work.

Why should she be worrying? The bones hadn't been cleaned yet, it wasn't her fault. She wished she hadn't snapped at Mr. Bray, she didn't even understand why she had gotten so upset. Was it possible that she was already getting mood swings from her pregnancy?

No, it was too soon for that. She was just being paranoid.

Or at least that's what she told herself.

She looked up towards the door when she heard a quiet knock. It was Angela.

"Hey sweetie," She said lovingly and she walked into Brennan's office.

"Hi Ange," She said quietly, resting her head back on her hand.

"Glad to be back at work?" She asked, sitting down in one of the other chairs located on the other side of the coffee table.

"Not as glad as I thought I'd be," She shrugged.

"Once Wendell has the bones ready for you I'm sure you'll be fine," She said, pausing slightly and looking up at Brennan with a smirk, "So, how was living at studly's place for a week?"

"It was just... fine I guess. It was actually, kinda nice to have someone to talk to all the time," She said showing a small smile.

"Did anything happen between you two during your stay?" She asked, mischievously.

"What? No, nothing at all," Brennan said, slightly annoyed by her nosy friend.

"You didn't crawl into his muscular arms for comfort at all?" She said, raising an eyebrow.

"No," She lied.

"Are you sure?"

Brennan looked up at her friend, and squinted her eyes.

"Yes I'm sure, why would I not be sure? I don't have memory loss," She said, as if it were obvious.

"I know that Bren, I was just asking because-"

"Doctor Brennan?"

The two women turned their heads to see Sweets standing in the doorway, looking guilty.

"Were you spying on us?" Angela asked.

"I was trying not to, honestly," He said, holding his hands up in a defensive gesture. "Doctor Brennan, can I talk to you in private for a few minutes?"

Brennan swallowed. What could Sweets want? Whatever it was, it couldn't be anything good.

"I'll, uh, talk to you later sweetie," Angela said awkwardly as she shuffled out of the room.

Brennan looked at Sweets with an arched eyebrow. Out of all the times he could show up, it had to be now? He walked into her office, and sat down where Angela had just recently been sitting. He laced his fingers together, and sat quietly. His gaze bore into, it seemed. She felt like he was trying to read her thoughts or something... It made her uncomfortable how silent he was being.

"What do you want Dr. Sweets?" She asked impatiently.

"Nothing Dr. Brennan. I just came by to see how you were doing," He said, like it was no big deal.

"How I'm, doing?" She asked skeptically.

"Yes, it's not everyday that you get attacked by-"

"I'm tired of everyone thinking of me as some... helpless child!" She retorted, standing up and going over to her desk.

"I went through your hospital records yesterday, and I thought you might-"

"You went through my hospital records?" She asked, panicking slightly.

"Yes, Dr. Brennan," He said grimly.

Brennan stood still next to her desk. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, holding onto her shoulders with her hands.

"Dr. Brennan, I know this might be a sensitive subject for you, but-"

"I don't want to talk about it," She said, sitting down at her computer.

"It might make you feel better," He suggested.

Brennan looked up at him, squinting her eyes.

"There is no way, that talking about it will make me feel better," She stated firmly, and quite loud.

Sweets started making his way slowly to the door, obviously convinced to leave by her mood.

"Alright. Just, let me know if you do want to talk about it," He said, leaving her office.

Brennan waited for him to be gone, before she let out a frustrated sigh. Why would he be given her hospital records? Now he knew all about what had happened. She could only hope that he wouldn't mention it to anyone else, she didn't need the whole lab knowing. She typed the password into her computer, and logged on. But then she realized, there wasn't anything she had to do on her computer.

She stood up and went over to her couch. She sat down, and rested her feet on the coffee table. Why was she so tired of work already, on her first day back?

Who knew, maybe it was the pregnancy hormones.

UGH. Finally finished it! It took me forever to write this, I dont know why, but it just did.

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