Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Kathy Reichs, Hart Hanson, and Fox.

Chapter 8

Newton's Third Law

"Every action has an equal and opposite reaction."

As she drove away from the diner, she didn't have to look into the rearview mirror to know that he was watching her. Despite her best efforts, she had worried him. Between his damn infamous gut and his unnerving ability to read her, trying to keep things from him was always an exercise in futility.

However, she wasn't like him. She didn't possess gut instincts. She dealt in facts not conjecture, and that was why she couldn't bring herself to tell him what she had been thinking. She needed indisputable scientific proof first.

Still, as she stopped at a red light she couldn't prevent herself from glancing down at her stomach in trepidation. When the light turned green, she let out a sigh of frustration as she stepped on the gas.

One detour to a 24-hour pharmacy, and 20 minutes later, she was pulling into the Jeffersonian's parking lot.

As soon as she entered her lab she grabbed a sample cup and headed for the bathroom.

Before entering the stall to fill her cup, she uncapped and laid out all thirteen home pregnancy tests on a paper towel. When she came back out, she dipped all 13 sticks into the sample at once, and then proceeded to wait for the recommended timeframe.

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At 11:02 he found her sitting in her office with the lights off and her arms crossed under her chest.

She still looked worried.

"Your late," he said as he leaned against the doorframe.

"You have no idea."

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her what she had meant by that as he began to move towards her, but he froze when he caught sight of her nearly overflowing trashcan.

"How many of those did you take Bones?"

"13."

He wanted to wrap his arms around her, but her tone and posture were screaming at him to stay away. When she got like this there was only one way to get close to her. He was going to have to pick a fight with her.

"Is there some kind of anthropological significance to taking 13 HPT's, or is this just your way of panicking?"