I don't own any of the character unfortunately.
I hope you all enjoy this chapter it was actually my favourite so far to write. Also for the purposes of this story we have the lab we all know and love, not whatever lab we have in the return. I apologize if anyone hasn't seen the preview shown on Fox you should YouTube it!
Dr Temperance Brennan arrived at the Jeffersonian institution approximately thirty minutes after leaving Booth at the cemetery on the outskirts of DC. She had left somewhat annoyed at Booth's apparent disregard of her need to conduct an examination of the remains before she made a decision on whether it was murder or not. She pulled her car into her reserved spot close to the elevator which would take her up to the floor containing the medico-legal lab where she worked. Since the gravedigger cases both her and Hodgins had been assigned parking spaces closer to the elevator at Cam's insistence, they rarely used them but they were always kept empty just in case. Climbing out of her Toyota, Brennan grabbed her bag from the back seat before she headed to the elevator. Pushing the button she thought about the plot line for her next book; she had to get the first five chapters to her editor in a month and she had a serious case of writers block on what exactly should happen. Temperance was still contemplating her novel when the elevator arrived, entering she pushed the button for the lab's floor and turned her intensely focused gaze to the floor. Just as the doors were closing a hand shot forward and stopped them causing them to open and allow someone else to enter the car, Brennan's head shot up to see who was entering.
"Hey Sweets," she greeted the young psychologist. Although she disregarded psychology as a science, it was after all at best guess work, she did respect Sweets as a person and he had proven himself to be quite good at his job, despite her reservations.
"Good morning Dr Brennan," Dr Lance Sweets returned the greeting, smiling across at the anthropologist, before he turned to stare at the door.
"How come you are here so early?" Brennan asked as she glanced at her watch taking note that it was actually not that early.
"I need to speak to Dr Saroyan. How are you?"
"I'm okay, Booth called me this morning. There was a body found at The Hastings Cemetery just outside DC, I've just come from there."
"Will you require a psych profile?" Lance questioned as he continued to look intently at the elevator doors. He would never admit it to anyone but Dr Brennan not only intimidated him intellectually, making him feel inferior to her, she also intimidated him physically. He knew for a fact that she could force a man twice her size to his knees with a few well placed hits, ergo he accepted that for her to take him down, it would probably take all of about ten seconds.
"I don't know; Booth will be in touch if we do." Temperance answered as the elevator pinged indicating they had arrived at the floor.
"After you Dr Brennan," Sweets said somewhat gallantly indicating with a wave of his arm that Brennan should precede him out of the elevator. He heard her mumble her thanks as he watched her walk away, she may be nearly ten years his senior but he could appreciate the view. Once he had kicked himself for the thought he rushed to catch up with Dr Brennan as she reached the door to the lab. They walked through the doors together as they slid open and at once Angela Montenegro rushed down from the platform in the centre and headed directly for the pairing.
"Hey sweetie, I need to talk to you. Hi Sweets, Cam told me to tell you she's in her office." Angela said as she grabbed her friend by the hand and dragged her off towards her office, leaving Sweets dumbfounded as he watched them leave. He smiled as he thought of the work Hodgins had in his future now that he was married to Angela; he hoped they would stay together for a long time. With that he turned and headed towards the autopsy suite and Dr Camille Saroyan.
"Ange, what's wrong?" Temperance asked her friend as she was propelled into her office. Angela stopped and closed the door before turning to her friend.
"You might want to sit down," she said pointing at the couch. Brennan moved over to it and sat down placing her canvas shoulder bag on the coffee table in front of it. "Okay I don't know how to say this." Angela began as she paced around Brennan's office.
"Ange is it possible you could sit down?"
"No I'm too excited to sit down."
"What are you so excited about, that it has affected your ability to sit down?"
"Tempe, I'm...I'm pregnant." Angela said quietly, so quietly that at first Brennan was sure she had misheard.
"You're pregnant?" She asked, wanting to clarify the words. Angela nodded tears rolling down her cheeks as she smiled happily. Brennan didn't speak as she stood up and walked over to her friend and enveloped her in a hug. "I'm so happy for you, but why are you crying?" She asked as Angela returned the hug.
"I'm happy that's all." Angela broke the hug; she knew how much it cost Brennan to break her no personal space violations and she didn't want it to become uncomfortable. Despite Booth's good work getting her to open up there were still some things her friend was uncomfortable with, her feelings for aforementioned FBI agent being one of them.
"Does Jack know?" Brennan asked as she pulled her friend to the couch so she could sit down.
"Yes, we only found out this morning. You're the first person I have told."
"How far along are you?"
"About two months, but we won't know for sure until my doctor's appointment next week." One of Angela's hands moved subconsciously to rest upon her stomach where a life was growing inside of her. She knew that her baby was hardly bigger than a tadpole but she was sure she could sense it inside of her.
"You will make a great mom Ange." Brennan smiled across at her friend, even as she thought about how much she would actually love to find herself pregnant. Yes her reasons may be less romantic than Angela's but hers were definitely more practical. She needed a progeny, no it was more than that; she wanted a progeny more than she had ever wanted anything, including her doctorates.
"So will you one day; I was wondering one thing though but I don't want to ask you in case you say no."
"Just ask Ange," Brennan watched as Angela took a deep breath and released it heavily before speaking.
"I want you to be godmother." She stated simply meeting her friends blue eyes; she and Hodgins had discussed it when they had discussed children during their stint in Paris. They had settled on Brennan and Booth, after all who would be better godparents than a genius anthropologist and an army trained sniper who was also an FBI agent. It was still her fervent hope that one day Brennan would come to acknowledge how she felt about Booth and they would go off into the sunset together. Since everyone had returned from their separate excursions things had been different, maybe it was because they had changed over the time or because Booth was seeing that war reporter but there was definitely something different within the partner's dynamic.
"What would it entail exactly?" Brennan asked keeping her voice steadily calm as she spoke.
"You stand next to us when we baptise our child, make a couple of declarations and aid in the child's development. Also if something were to happen to me and Hodgins you would of course be first choice to raise our baby." Angela explained, watching as her friend absorbed everything she said.
"In that case, it would be a great honour to be your child's godparent," Temperance smiled brightly across at Angela as she answered. She may not be totally behind the whole concept but it was clearly very important to her friend and after the pig incident, Brennan had no intention of doing anything to risk her friendship to Angela. That falling out had made both of them realise how much they actually relied on the other despite their many differences.
"Sweetie, you are the best friend a girl could ever have." Angela smiled back as she leaned over and hugged Brennan again. "What's the deal with you and Booth?" She asked as they pulled away from each other.
"I don't know what you mean." Brennan answered as she stood from the couch, grabbed her bag from the coffee table and walked purposefully over to her desk. She refused to meet Angela's gaze until she had sat down and started up her computer. "Don't look at me like that Ange, there is nothing going on between me and Booth."
"There is something honey, ever since we got back together, you and Booth have been off."
"What do you mean by off?"
"I can't explain it; you're just off is all. At first I thought it was because of the time apart, then there was his girlfriend but now I just don't know." Angela said as she moved from her position on the couch and seated herself in the chair opposite Temperance. She stared at her friend, refusing to back down from the contest they were currently engaged in. Angela was determined that before her baby was born its two godparents would be a couple.
"It's nothing Ange. We have a body coming in; I will need a facial reconstruction and an id as soon as possible for Booth." Temperance said effectively dismissing Angela as she turned back to her screen and opened a word document to type up ideas for her novel.
"Okay sweetie, but don't think I won't find out, because I will." Angela said as she stood and walked out of her friend's office. She headed straight towards her husband's work station to tell him the good news regarding Brennan's answer.
I hope you enjoyed this one, I was originally going to have Angela heavily pregnant, as in pregnant since from her return from Paris but this worked better within the story.