He opened her office door and stepped inside. Her chair swung around slowly.

"Hey Booth. did we have lunch plans?" she smiled looing at him over the file she was holding.

"Marry me Bones." He said closing the door behind him.

"What!" her face and the file dropped.

"We've been going out for over a year now. Marry me!"

"Booth…"

"Do you love me?" he asked kneeling down in front of her.

"I've told you before I don't believe in lo…"

"Ok how do you feel about me?" he rephrased it.

"I… I don't know it's confusing."

"Do I make you happy? do you need anything that I don't give you?" he leaned in closer to her.

"I…no I don't need anything else." She smiled again.

"Marry me Bones." He repeated. She grinned.

"Ok." She nodded. He stood up and scooped her out of her chair. Spinning her around in his arms he then fell back onto the couch, laughing. He looked down at her still smiling, she then reached up at kissed him.

Booth rubbed his eyes and suddenly the couch was empty again. Taking another swig from the bottle he had brought with him, he turned around and looked across the dark office to a blank tv screen.

"The victim had immense self confidence!" sweets noted as they sat watching a youtube video. Booth nearly jumped off his seat when a hand slipped into his. He turned to find Brennan smiling at him. He could feel the cold metal of her wedding ring on his palm. He rose an eyebrow as she slid a piece of paper into his hand. He unfolded it and looked at it. It was a fuzzy black and white picture. She leaned over and whispered.

"I went to the doctor this morning. He figured out why I've been feeling sick."

It took him a few seconds to piece it all together but when he did he was stunned. He stood up sharply.

"What!" she smiled as Sweets jumped in his seat.

"What's wrong?" the younger man looked up.

"You're pregnant!" Booth said and Sweets' jaw dropped. Brennan nodded. Booth leaned down and kissed her, hard.

"Wow Bones… wow." He said laughing.

"Congrats!" Sweets stood up and Booth hugged him causing the psychiatrist's mug to tip over and some of his coffee to fall onto the carpet.

Booth's eyes were glued to the light brown stain that was still on the cream carpet, the other stain had been washed out he knew because he'd scrubbed most of it away. He started at the spot until his eyes grew heavy and he fell asleep.

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Booth opened his eyes slowly the following morning. His head was pounding and his limbs were stiff. He could hear voices outside the office door, footsteps passing back and forth every so often. but he knew no one would come in.

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"Angie can I go see Daddy now?" Harlow asked.

"No not yet darling. Daddy had some jobs to do."

"I want to see him." She kicked her feet back and forth. She was sitting at the low desk that Angela had put into her office for when she minded the little girl.

"I know baby I know. I just have to talk to Cammie for a second." She walked out. "Cam have to talked to Booth?" she said as her boss came around the corner.

"No not since before the mass on Saturday."

"I think he needs someone to talk to. Jack went over there yesterday and he found him passed out…"

"What Booth? but he barely drinks! Where's Harlow."

"I have her. Jack and I will keep her until he's better but he need's help and he wont talk to me or Jack."

"We should give him a few days, then I'll get Lace to try and talk to him. He'd know what to do better then the rest of us."

"Thanks Cam… I'm so worried." Angela sighed.

"Honestly I was more worried when this didn't happen a year ago."

"He didn't let it he had to think of Harlow, but she's much more self sufficient now. He's finally given himself a chance to stop and think."

"Maybe this will do him some good."

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Booth threw the book down on the couch. He'd thought that reading it might help, but it didn't. it just mad things worse. In his head all he could hear was her voice saying the words on the page. He reached forward to take up the bottle again but stopped. What was he doing… he knew better then this! He knew better then to drink his sorrows away. he knew he didn't want to become his father. But it was the only thing helping. The only thing numbing him. So he took the bottle and sat back on the couch.

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He didn't know how long he'd stayed there, he didn't care to be honest. He remembered leaving it twice to go to the bathroom when there'd been no one around, but he didn't know if that had even been the same night. He was down to the last two bottles that Brennan had kept in her office. He silently cursed whoever had discovered all the extra cupboard space she had and had decided to store the lab's left over alcohol from some party there. he wasn't worried about his kids, in fact he knew that they were probably better off with out him right now…

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Sweets I'm getting really worried now we haven't heard from him since Sunday it's Thursday now!" Angela whispered handing Harlow a juice box. She Sweet's and Cam were sitting in the lounge.

"He hasn't been home since Sunday I've called." Sweets said.

"Where else could he be?" Cam said and Sweets took her hand.

"I think I know." He said and stood up, the others watched as he walked down the stairs.#

Walking to the office door he gripped the door handle. He'd be very surprised if Booth wasn't there. he opened the door and walked into the office for the first time in a year. He looked around to find Booth sitting on the couch.

"Booth…" he started.

"You shouldn't be in here." Booth said quietly. "Hell I shouldn't be in her… I…" Sweets sat down beside him, Booth didn't look up. "We had our first fight in here. Our first guy hug. Our first kiss. Our first… you know." He smiled slightly at the memory. Sweets shifted slightly. "Not on the couch… I proposed in here! She told me about Harlie in here, god she went into labor in here! We spent way to much time in here.." he mused as if just thinking gout loud. "And then she was taken from me in here…" he shrugged.

"Seeley.." Sweets tried again.

"I cant leave here. I don't want to I can feel her with me here more then anywhere else…"

"That's normal. As you said most of you're most treasured memories originated in this place. It's expected that you would feel the need to be in the one place that makes you feel closest to her."

"It's been a year, I shouldn't be like this."

"I disagree. Both you didn't let yourself grieve last year, you didn't let losing a loved one affect you prop…" Booth shot up.

"Didn't let it affect me! Are you saying I didn't care."

"No that's not what I'm saying at all! What I'm saying is that you remained strong for your children. You put your own feelings aside so that you could mind them. But you can't keep it all inside any more. It's all hit you now. And it's about time you let it."

"He looked around the room. "But maybe we should find a different way."

"Sweets if I leave here now I can bet you any money that I'd end up heading straight to Vegas and I'd spend the small fortune Bones left for me and Harlow."

"You have a gambling problem?" Sweets said shocked.

"You didn't know? I mean you're my shrink that didn't come across?"

"It's never come up."

"Well I could do with a few machines right now."

"But you're not going to because you care too much about your son and daughter." Booth slumped onto the coffee table.

"She looks too much like her. I cant take it anymore!"

"That's a gift Booth. that's the bit of Dr Brennan you have left. You should treasure her. you might now understand that yet but you will."

"I wont be around long enough if I keep going like this…"