I don't really have much to say... other than there is news that we will get to meet Booth's father in season 7! how cool is that? Well, I think it's interesting anyways. Hopefully there wont be any conflicts. And his grandpa is also coming back! I hope this season is better than season 6, which was slightly disappointing for me. Well, enough of my rambling, lets get to what you really came here for.

Chapter 14

Brennan looked up from the set of bones that covered the table in front of her when she heard her cell phone go off. She quickly took off both of her gloves that she wore while examining bodies, and grabbed the phone from her pocket. She pressed the receive call button while Wendell and Hodgins continued to talk about what type of bugs had been discovered on the flesh.

"Brennan," She said into the phone, scratching her nose now that her gloves had been removed from her hands.

"Hey Bones," She heard Booth's familiar voice on the other end of the line.

"Hi Booth," She said, wondering why he was calling her at work. "Do you have news on the case?" She asked, wondering about the poor teenage girl that she had been examining throughout the day.

"No," He said guiltily, " Actually, I was just calling to see how you were doing," He said quietly.

Brennan sighed, she didn't mind Being around Booth, but the recent protectiveness was starting to get to her. She wanted to get her car back, so she could drive herself to work. She wanted some space to herself, she was already living at his apartment, why did he need to know everything about her life?

"I'm fine Booth," She managed a small chuckle, to let him know that she was being sincere. After all, she was where she loved being the most... With bones.

"Are you sure? You don't need anything do you? I know sometimes pregnancy can cause cravings, do you want me to pick up something?" He said awkwardly over the phone.

Brennan could feel herself blushing, a quickly turned away from Wendell and Hodgins. "This is not the time to discuss this Booth," The last thing she wanted right now was anyone finding out about her being pregnant, and she tried to avoid that topic while she was at work so that she wouldn't give anything away.

"Alright, alright, I was just wondering if you were comfortable at work."

"I'm honestly fine Booth, now could you just stop worrying about me for a few minutes? There's a murder that needs to be solved," Were the last words she spoke before closing her phone. She didn't know why Booth's worries bothered her so much, but she just needed to be by herself for a few hours, what that too much to ask?

She turned around to see both Wendell and Hodgins looking at her strangely. She knitted her brow as she looked back at the bones that were on the table, and then walked around to the other side of the platform.

"Um, I'm going to head to my office for a few minutes..." She mumbled, pointing in the direction that she intended to go.

She heard a series of mumbles from the two men, letting her know that they heard her, while they awkwardly decided to look back to the remains. She quickly stepped off the platform, and made her way to her office. Once she got into her office, and shut the door behind her, she went over to her couch and sat down.

She knew Booth was worried, but why did he have to call her now? She was distracted enough. She felt like a different person, one who wasn't as smart as her former self. She had barely made any progress on the case they had, Hodgins had done more today than she had, and he hadn't done much either. Maybe being pregnant was distracting her, maybe Booth was wrong. An abortion might be the best option.

Just as she had begun to settle down, she heard a faint knock on the door to her office. She looked up just in time to see the door open, and to see Angela poke her head into the room.

"Hey sweetie, can I talk to you for a second?" She asked, coming inside her office before Brennan had a chance to respond. She nodded anyways, and Angela shut the door once she saw her bob her head. Once she had done that, she walked over and stood next to the couch that Brennan was sitting on.

"Okay, so what's the story Bren?" Angela asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"What story?" Sighed Brennan, as she pinched the upper bridge of her nose.

"Alright, don't play coy. You've been acting strange ever since you got back from your time off," Angela said, walking around to sit on the coffee table, "You've barely made any progress on the case. And you might think you can push all the responsibility off onto Wendell, but you know we won't solve this case as quick as we'd like without you."

Brennan sat upright, looking Angela in the eyes questioningly. She tilted her head slightly, wondering how it was so easy for Angela to get into her head.

"Did something happen with you and Booth?"

Brennan could have sworn she heard a glint of knowing in her voice. But nothing had happened with her and Booth, nothing at all. Why would Angela be thinking that? Brennan opened her mouth to answer, but snapped it shut moments later, not quite sure of what to say.

"Ohhh, something did happen, didn't it? Okay, spill, I want all the details," She said, fanning her hands out.

"Nothing happened between Booth and I, and I'm confused as to why you think that something did," She said honestly, wondering why Angela was so intent on the idea.

"Well, do you have any other explanation to why you haven't been yourself recently?" She asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Brennan pondered whether to tell her or not. Angela knew she had been attacked, and injured, but not raped. And she certainly didn't know that she was pregnant from it. She mentally cursed herself for letting Angela see that she was bothered. It made her even angrier that Angela was worried about her too, why couldn't they all just... leave her alone?

"I'm just, having issues getting back on track," She said, very matter-of-factly.

"Bren, really? You might have everyone else fooled, but I know somethings up," Angela said, raising her eye brows at her.

Brennan was growing increasingly frustrated. She wished she hadn't become friends with people who could read her so well.

"Yes, really. Now, if you don't mind, I have things to do," She lied, walking over to her computer and logging on.

Angela stood still for a moment as Brennan typed away on her computer. A few seconds later, she walked slowly over to her desk, and rested the front of her hip against it, trying to get Brennan's attention. She looked up at her friend, only to see her dark brown eyes staring back at her.

"Are you pregnant?"

Brennan could feel her jaw drop, but she shut it quickly after she realizes that it was hanging open. The only thing she could think of was that Sweets spilled the secret. The one he wasn't even supposed to know about in the first place. She felt her anger grow as she took a breath and opened her mouth again, but to speak.

"Why would you ask that?" She asked, sincerely surprised by her knowledge. Maybe she had just guessed, after all, she was Angela.

"When Hodgins and I ran into you and Booth at the store that one time, Which is also something I want to know about, I saw the pregnancy tests in your shopping bag," She said, picking at the nail polished that she had on her fingers.

"You looked, into my bag?" Brennan asked, slightly annoyed with her snoopy friend.

"I couldn't help it! I mean, if you and studly went shopping together, there had to be a reason. Like, you don't just go shopping together on a regular basis, do you?" She said, holding her hands out, palms up. "Anyways, so is it true? Are you really pregnant?" She asked again, clenching her hands together.

Brennan took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice so that Angela wouldn't notice that anger that she felt. "Yes, I am Pregnant."

The next thing she knew was that Angela had grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her to her feet. Brennan stood awkwardly and watched as her friend squeaked excitedly while hopping slightly up and down. She lifted her eyebrows at her best friend, confused with her reaction.

"Oh sweetie, this is great! I'm so excited! And happy for you of course, I mean, what's not to be happy about? You're going to have so much fun! You'll invite me over to babysit wont you? You know I'm great with kids, like that one time we had that baby named Andy on a case, he was so cute!" Angela spewed out questions like a fountain. Brennan couldn't process all the questions at the same time, Angela spoke so fast it was hard to keep up with her. She was still squeaking with anticipation every now and then. "I knew that something was up with you and Booth, I knew it! I'm so glad that you two finally got together! Oh boy, does he know? He must know, because he was there when you bought the tests, obviously. Is it a boy or girl? What are you guys going to name it? What-"

"Angela!" Brennan said loudly and sternly. Not quite shouting, but close enough to it to grab her friend's attention. Brennan dropped her hands from the tight grip that Angela had them in, and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Angela seemed confused by her attitude towards the whole situation. She squinted her eyes, tilting her head to the side, "Booth does know, doesn't he?"

"Of course he knows," She sighed, walking out from behind her desk, "But that's not what's bothering me," She said sitting on the arm of the couch, facing her friend.

"Oh my god, is there something wrong with the baby? Is Booth mad at you? Are you mad at him?" She asked, her eyes suddenly wide with worry.

"No, nothing quite like that," She said. She knew she was too far into this conversation to back out now. "But... Booth's, not the father," She said feebly, looking at her friend with desperation in her eyes.

Now it was Angela's mouth that hung open, her eyes wide with shock. She seemed to stand there for a long while before she made any attempt to move, or speak even.

"W-What do you mean he's not the father?" She asked, her mouth still wide open.

"I mean, he's not the father. I don't even know why you would think that."

"Who else could it be?" She asked, "You and Booth have been doing this dance for years! Don't tell me this was a one night stand kind of thing," She said doubtfully.

That was the question Brennan had wanted to avoid in this conversation. She didn't feel like talking about it, but she knew Angela would never leave her alone if she didn't tell her. She desperately was trying to think of anything but the truth, she wasn't ready to confront the feelings she had. It was too much.

She looked at her friend with sad eyes, biting her bottom lip to prevent her from saying anything that might lead her closer to the truth. She opened her mouth several times, but ended up closing it each time, trying to think of the right thing to say.

"Brennan!" Angela squealed, looking at her with concern. She tapped her fingers on her arm rapidly, waiting for an answer.

Brennan felt her eyes sting with the familiar feeling of tears building up behind them. She new she wouldn't be able to hold it together much longer if she stayed here, discussing things she didn't want to.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" Angela asked, taking a small step towards her.

"I don't even know if I'm going to keep it," She said, hearing her own voice crack, even though she was trying as hard as possible to keep her voice calm and steady. "I mean, why should I? It's not even that developed yet..." She trailed off as she used the back of her hand to wipe the tears that had just escaped.

"Oh my god, Bren, what is going on? Who is the father of your child?" She asked, pure shock covering her face.

Brennan his her face in her hands, letting herself cry openly in front of her friend. She hated crying, hated it. It just made her eyes puffy, her nose stuffy, and her throat sore. She felt fragile arms around her shoulders, figuring that Angela must have come and sat next to her on the couch arm. After a few moments of sobbing, she lifted her head, wiping her eyes in the process.

"I don't know Ange, I just don't know," She said, trying to keep herself from crying, but failing.

"You don't know what?"

"Who the father is. I don't know. And I just, I just don't want to. Not ever," She cried, leaning her head against Angela's shoulder. "I don't ever want to see him again."

She felt Angela rub her hands reassuringly on her shoulders, trying to soothe her mood.

"Is there anything I can do for you sweetie?" She asked, Brennan looking up at her.

"Take me home?"

Will Brennan be okay by herself? Or will she become scared of being alone once again? Find out soon!