A/N I want to take a moment to thank everyone who has left me reviews for this piece. I really appreciate the feedback so please let it continue. Also I want to say that I am SO very pleased at the response this story has received. I am my own worst critic and I find it very inspirational that people want to follow our characters on their journey.

Thank you,

Delia

Also very brief legal disclaimer…. I do not own our characters, I just borrowed them to make my spare time a little more interesting and because well lets face it, I am dying for season five to start. For all intent and purposes the cast of Bones belongs to Twentieth Century Fox, Hart Hanson, and Kathy Reichs.

5

Brennan sat in Dr. Lance Sweet's office, her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap. Booth sat in the chair next to her, fiddling with a pen in his hands. Neither spoke, leaving the only sound in the office up to the low hum of the air conditioning. Sweets stared at the two, trying to mask his annoyance with a goofy smile.

"So, Dr. Brennan, how are you feeling these days?" He asked in a tight voice.

" Actually I feel well right now." She responded with a lack of enthusiasm that was not uncommon for the good doctor.

" How is the baby?" He asked, his temper raging and his control on his voice seemed to slip slightly.

" She is well." Brennan said as she cocked her head a little to the left. She was beginning to wonder why they still came to these sessions. The original reasons that they were forced into partners therapy had resolved themselves over the last few years. It was her father's arrest that put her here in front of Sweets in the first place, and he had done nothing but poke at her like a lab rat ever since. There some issues that even psychology could not fix. Not that she believed in it any way.

"So it's a girl then?" Sweets jumped at the tidbit of information with ready ears. His pen was poised, ready catch some blimp of anything that Brennan had to offer him.

" That is not confirmed. Bones believes that she is having a girl, but we are not really sure." Booth finally piped up putting the pen down and sitting up straight.

" Is that what you are hopping for, Booth?" Sweets asked.

" It would be kind of nice to have a daughter." Booth admitted, thinking about his preference for the first time. It had never occurred to him to bother with that since Brennan kept him at arms length anyway. He practically had to beg to go with her to the doctor's appointments. He could hear Cam's voice creeping up into his head once more, this time she seemed to make more sense than before. Was it normal to not think about his child in terms of gender? Was he adding to the level of disconnect they shared? Was the lack of emotional responsiveness just as much his fault as it was hers?

Sweets watched with acute attentiveness at the emotions sweeping across Booth's face. He would have loved to know what was being thrown around in his mind at that moment. Part of him wanted to enrich his book, fill the world in on love lost and partners in work and life, but the other part, the more dominate one, wanted to know just because he cared. He wanted to befriend these two in the worst way, wanted to be a part of their inner sanctity. There was a great parallel to their inability to be together and his inability to penetrate their barrier.

" I think it would be pretty wicked awesome if you had a little girl. I bet the two of you would have a real heartbreaker. I mean she would be totally hot." Sweets said without thinking. Two heads shot in his direction, their eyes looked questioning.

" I mean, that totally came out wrong." Sweets started to trip over his words. 'Good going, you want them to let you be their friend while you sound like a pedophile peeping at there unborn daughter.' He mentally kicked himself in the head.

" Yeah, You are not coming near my kid, heartbreaker or other wise." Booth said in an authoritative voice while Brennan just shook her head.

" What I meant was that you will have a very attractive child." Sweets swung another mound of dirt out of the proverbial hole we was digging for himself.

" Well I think we are through here." Brennan said as she stood up, shooting Booth a look.

" But we still have half an hour left." Sweets called out as the pair retreated without a response.

" Right." He exhaled to the closing door. It was something he had come to know well in the last few years.

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Booth closed the door and followed Brennan up to the elevator bank. She was still shaking her head, though there was no real anger evident on her delicate features. If he did not know her any better he would have believed that she was just looking for an excuse to get out of their session today.

"Sweets should see someone about his level of social awkwardness." She said as the large Steele door closed her in with Booth.

" He's not that bad. Besides when did you get to be the expert on what is and what is not socially acceptable." Booth asked slightly amused.

" I'm just saying that he can not say that stuff, people will not be ok with it."

" Well you can not go around calling peoples loved ones the victim or the body and you do that. It's just a quirk that he has." Booth reached out to hold the door open as she passed through.

" I'm only giving people the most proficient answer to their questions, what is wrong with that? People deserve to know these things." She responded as they made their way down the hall to Booth's office.

" It is tactless for starters." Booth said as he took a seat behind his desk. Brennan however did not take her usual seat across from him. Instead she stood in the doorway. Alarm went off in Booth's mind, perhaps that last comment was too much, and it was hard to tell what would set her off these days.

" I have to get back." She said not moving.

" I'm sorry Bones, I didn't mean to upset you." Booth decided that apology was the best route from here.

" No. No it's fine, Booth. I am just anxious to get back to the remains from this morning." She said turning to leave, " I'll call you later."

He watched her turn to leave, that absent-minded goodbye thrown over her shoulder. It was just as well, she kept him out of everything else in her life. He was beginning to wonder if she really was letting him in, or if the farther they went the more she pushed him away.