Sorry I didn't get to update as fast as I thought... I woke up Saturday with a terrible fever that lasted a few days... but I'm feeling a little better now. So I thought, hey ,why not write a chapter for these guys?

Chapter 12

Booth woke to the sound of a car horn outside his apartment. His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light that seeped solidly through the blinds of his window. He blinked a few times to clear his blurry vision.

He had fallen asleep on his couch last night, after he had been woken up by the sound of Brennan crying. He wasn't quite sure why she had been crying, but he assumed she had had a nightmare. All he remembered was her saying something along the lines of 'I'm not my mother'. He wondered if he had done something to make her think otherwise. He just recalled her falling asleep once she had cried for a few minutes... He must have dozed off as well.

It was different to see her so... vulnerable. Ever since she had been attacked, she wasn't really the same. The once brave woman he knew, who was never afraid to go first into a possible threat, would now beg him not to leave her side. She was almost like, a child with a fear of solitude. Which was equally as strange, because she was never one to dislike being alone. But, what else would you expect from a girl who had been raped? Of course there would be some kind of emotional scaring.

Booth craned his neck backwards, hearing it crack as he moved it, to take a glance at the clock that was perched on the couch's side table. The bright green digital numbers harmed his eyesight as he squinted to try and make out the time. The numbers blurred as he refocused his vision on the clock. It was early, but he knew he should try to get up anyways. He had just under two hours before he had to leave for work.

He shifted, only to feel a heavy weight resting on his chest. He tilted his chin down, to see a head of auburn hair spread across his chest. He noticed a small pale hand, reaching over his right shoulder and grasping onto it gently. He closed his eyes, of course this would happen to him. How was he supposed to stand up? He took a slow, deep breath, and opened his eyes, trying to think of a way to get up without waking Brennan from her slumber. Maybe if he could just swing his feet out and off the couch...

He tried to move his legs slowly, but noticed that she must be laying partially on top of them, for they would not move as easily as he imagined. He mentally cursed at himself as he took Brennan's hand from his shoulder, and set it down on the side of the couch. Booth's body became stiff when Brennan shifted slightly, curling more towards the couch. She rolled onto her back, and settled down into the spot between Booth and the back of the couch. He stood up quickly, so that she wouldn't have a chance to trap him in her grasp before he could get away. After he had gotten on his feet again, he turned around. He saw Brennan huddled up to the couch, fast asleep. He rubbed his chin with his hand, relieved that she hadn't woken up. And honestly, he was glad she wasn't awake when he woke up. It would have just been one of those awkward moments that you wish you could forget.

Booth walked sleepily towards the kitchen to start some sort of meal for the both of them. He knew he should probably wake her, but he felt like she needed to get some sleep, at least enough to avoid her passing out at work again. As he entered the kitchen, he grabbed a frying pan off of the counter top and placed it on the burner closest to him. He opened the refrigerator door, and grabbed the carton of eggs from the middle shelf. As he grabbed a bowl to crack the eggs into, he thought about Brennan.

He had been genuinely surprised at her request to stay with him for the night, he was sure she would have wanted to go home as soon as possible. Or as soon as he would let her anyways. Maybe she was harboring a specific fear that caused her nightmare last night. He wish he would've asked what that was about, but he knew it would have only bothered her more. He remembered that she had been practically screaming in her sleep. He had yelled at her to wake up, but she didn't seem to respond. Was it something about the baby?

The thoughts were wiped from his mind when he noticed the second omelet he had made had begun to burn. He quickly flipped it off of the pan, and onto a small white plate. He had made an omelet without any meat for Brennan, since he knew she was a vegetarian. And he had made a ham and cheese one for himself. He took both of the plates he had, and two forks, and walked over to the couch, where Brennan was still sleeping soundly. He placed them down on the coffee table, and sat at the end of the couch.

Booth looked down at Brennan's sleeping form. She looked so peaceful, and he felt bad for having to wake her. But he knew she would appreciate it when she had more time to get ready for work. He placed his right hand on her hip bone, and shook her slightly.

"Bones, Bones it's time to get up..." He said softly. "Come on, you don't want to sleep the whole day away."

Brennan stirred, lifting her head and looking at Booth with tired eyes. The one side of her hair that had been resting against the couch was slightly tangled. Her eyes were pale, and sad. Booth couldn't help but feel bad for disturbing her. He looked at her apologetically as she closed her eyes again.

"Booth," She groaned, putting her head back against the couch. "I don't want to get up right now."

"Well, you're gonna have to get up eventually. And besides," He said, cutting a piece of his omelet off with the side of his fork, "I made breakfast for you."

"It smells good," She mumbled through the couch cushion.

"Aren't you hungry?" He asked. He knew that pregnant woman were often hungrier than usual, he just wanted to make sure she was getting enough food for herself and the baby combined.

"Very," She said, sitting up. She grabbed the fork that was on her plate, and began to eat the omelet quickly. Booth was surprised at her sudden appetite.

After a few seconds of them eating, side by side, Booth's cell phone rang. He sighed, and picked it up from the floor, near his feet. He pushed the receive call, and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Booth."

"Hey Booth, it's Hacker."

"Yeah, and it's 6:30 in the morning." He grumbled.

"Well, we've got a witness for Temperance's attack. I think that that's a pretty good reason to call so early in the morning."

Booth nearly choked on his omelet, grabbing the attention of Brennan as he coughed for a few seconds before saying he was fine.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes, really. Now I suggest you get over here and interrogate before him before he calls a damn lawyer."

"Okay, I'll be right over," He said standing up, and taking his empty plate with him.

"By the way, how is Temperance? Is she holding up well?"

Booth sighed, the last thing he wanted to talk about with Hacker at the moment was how to get into Brennan's pants.

"I'm on my way," He said, as he pulled the phone away from his ear, and pressed the call end button. He slipped the phone into the pocket of his sweat pants, and placed his plate and fork into his sink.

"What was that about?"

He turned back to Brennan, who seemed to be interested in his conversation. Not that she was ever not interested, but she seemed particularly intrigued.

"I've, uh, gotta head into work a little early," He said, heading to his bedroom to get changed.

"Well, I know that," She said, as if it were obvious. "But why? You usually don't have to be there until eight."

Booth paused, he didn't want her to know he was investigating her attack. She would most likely, tell him to stay out of her business, or that he should mind his own. But most importantly, he didn't want to upset her anymore with discussion about her situation. He knew she was having trouble coping with the pregnancy, as was he. He didn't expect to feel so strongly about it, but the thought of her having another man's child made him clench his fists. He knew he shouldn't hold it out against the baby, but against it's father.

"Uh, more paperwork, at least that's what Hacker said," He said, closing his bedroom door behind him as he stepped inside. He let out a long, quiet sigh once his door had shut, and slipped off his sweatpants. He went over to his closet, and grabbed a pair of black pants, and a white button down shirt. Regulation FBI. He had come to know it well. In fact, it was what filled most of his closet these days.

After he had buttoned up his shirt, he picked out one of his many, colorful ties. This one had several red frogs on it. He wrapped it around his neck, and folded his collar over it while tying it. He grabbed a black jacket off of a hanger, and headed out of his room.

As he straightened his tie, he noticed that Brennan had fallen back asleep, resting her head in the palm of her hand.

"Bones?"

"Mhmm?" She hummed, here eyes still closed.

"You gonna get ready for work?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Mhmmmmm..." She said, standing up, and heading off towards the bathroom to get ready to head out.

Booth tapped his fingers on his watch, he was itching to talk to this witness, maybe they would have a few leads on this case that he had been working on since he heard of it. So far, he had nothing else to work off of.

This was his chance.

Okay! Important question to you all! Would you rather have chapters that were twice as long and less frequent, or would you like to stick with what i'm providing now? Please let me know, because I feel like some of these chapters would go well mussed together, but I don't want to keep you all hanging!