Thanks for reading guys! I hope you enjoyed. I see a lot of people have favourited or followed my story but only one review. This is my first fan fic so would really appreciate some feed back. I apologise that I'm not that great at some of the technical wordings but will do my best. Its quite a short chapter but they will get longer as the story progresses.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the creators of Bones and Fox. I have used some of the dialogue shown in the promo's for the first episode which you may recognise.

The love in the case

Chapter 2

Brennan leant back against the wall breathing deeply from her position on the floor in the cubicle stall of the Jeffersonian ladies room, having just thrown up the contents of what little breakfast she'd managed this morning. She closed her eyes and wiped the sweaty hair away from her face before opening her eyes again, a look of determination on her face as she shook herself off and attempted to stand. Now is really not a good time to make your presence known my little fetus. I haven't forgotten you're there. Thought Brennan, as she hauled herself up and exited the stall and walked to the line of mirrors and sinks, checking her appearance in the mirror. She signed loudly and blinked slowly, this was getting impossible to hide. She'd never been this sick with Christine's pregnancy. As she dried her hands on some paper towels the bathroom door swung open and in walked Cam. She paused briefly taking in Brennan's appearance. "Dr Brennan are you feeling ok? You don't look well are you sure you should be here?" Brennan threw the paper towels in the trash and turned to Cam.

"I'm fine Cam, although I appreciate your concern. I just want to continue my work with Angela in going through the Foster files. There's got to be something we've missed that will help clear Booth's name. Now if you excuse me I'll get back to my work, unless you have any objections." Cam remained still as Dr Brennan passed her.

"We're all working to clear Booth Dr Brennan, we're all on the same side." Brennan slowed slightly but continued out the door.

"What do we have Mr Clark?" Clark's eyes widened slightly at Dr Brennan's appearance and stole a sideways glance to Dr Saroyan who had joined them on the lab platform. Cam shook her head quickly indicating he wasn't to mention how un well she looked.

"Errm, initial assessment is male between 30-45, fracture to the skull indicates blunt force trauma, the force caused multiple fractures around the impact sight. Victim has been deceased for approximately 15 years and as you know discovered just outside the grounds of the Hoover building." Brennan traced her fingers along the pattern of the fracture lines on the skull. "A tox screen and DNA search is on its way." Brennan placed the skull back onto the examination table and turned to Cam.

"I want Angela to run the DNA results through the FBI system and the Angelatron, the body being found outside the Hoover is no coincidence, I don't believe in them. This could be a huge step forward. If the victim is somebody from the FBI it could lead us to who is behind all this. Dr Saroyan I request that our findings be kept between us, the more the FBI know the greater risk to Booth on the inside." Cam frowned.

"Dr Brennan do you really want to risk the FBI finding our you're withholding vital information to a case. They're already all over you, you know that's why they rehired you so they could keep an eye on you." Brennan removed her gloves and threw them in the disposal, a look of annoyance clearly on her face.

"Dr Saroyan with all due respect, this is the first lead we've had in weeks, and I will be pursuing this investigation in the way I see fit to help Booth whether I have your permission or not. However without your assistance I will find it harder to keep this hidden from the FBI until its necessary to involve them…" Cam sighed, her eyes giving Brennan a pleading look.

"Dr Brennan you know I have protocol to follow, I stay in the system. Its always worked for us so far." Brennan's eyes became glassy, her hormones were not helping her these days.

"A lot of things used to work for us Dr Saroyan, the system used to be working with us. Now it's a against us!" She stepped forward returning Cam's pleading stare. "Please, Cam… just give me 24 hours. That's all I ask." Cam removed her gloves and collected her files.

"24 hours Dr Brennan. 24hrs then I will have to make the call to Stark." Brennan smiled.

"Thank you."

"You still bawling over that same picture?!" Booth looked up as the southern scraggy grey haired old man with a patchy beard entered their cell. Booth quickly pushed the picture under his pillow. "You may as well throw that damn thing out and forget about them, cus you ain't getting out of here any time soon." Booth flexed his jaw, and balled his fists beside him, trying to suppress the anger rising in him and remember his wife's words. Keep yourself to yourself, stop rising to the bait. He couldn't help himself though.

"Who ever did this to me and my wife, they're gona pay. I'll make sure of that." The old man scoffed with a smirk on his face.

"Whatever you say man, but there aint no way you're getting outta this place alive. Oh and by the way Mallet's waiting for you at exercise time, he's pissed at you for some reason, not that he needs one when it comes to you." Booth looked at his cell mate square in the eye.

"I'll be ready for him…"