Sorry for the wait. It's been a crazy few days. This chapter is short, but I wanted to give you guys something.

Brennan gets out of the SUV at the crime scene and shuts the door. She walks around and takes her kit out of the trunk. "How about Alexander?"

Booth appears at her side as she starts to walk over to where everyone is congregated. "It's not the worst name in the world."

"So is that a yes or a no?"

"It's a maybe."

She adjusts the strap on her shoulder. "What about Andrew?"

He shakes his head. "No."

"Why not? It means manly. I thought you'd appreciate that because of your masculine sensibilities."

"I don't care what it means. We're not naming our kid Andrew because," he pauses, "it makes me think of Hacker, which makes me think of you and him, and that just makes me angry."

"Booth, I don't understand why that makes you angry. That was over five years ago. Andrew and I went on a few dates, that's all. Yes, we were attracted to each other on some level, but it wasn't serious."

He grunts. "Just stop talking, Bones."

She shrugs. "Just so you know, I wasn't thinking about him when I suggested the name Andrew."

"What part of stop talking don't you understand, Bones?"

Cam looks up from the decomposing body and raises an eyebrow. "Everything okay, you two?"

Booth nods. "Everything's fine, Camille." He clicks his pen and looks at Brennan. "Everything's fine," he repeats softer.

Brennan sets her kit down and squats.

"Just be careful, Bones."

Brennan turns her head and glares at him. "I'm fine, Booth." She turns back to the victim and nods. "The victim appears to be female, 25 to 35 years of age, athlete, most likely a basketball player," she spouts out. "How about Isaac?"

"Who's Isaac?" Cam asks, taking a break from her examination of the flesh.

"We're trying to decide on a name for the baby," Brennan answers quickly. "Trying and failing," she adds a little bitterly.

"At this rate, the kids' gonna be in high school by the time we agree on his name," Booth adds.

Cam nods. "Isaac sounds nice. Good luck."

Booth scribbles "Maybe." He pauses. "We could always just wing it."

Brennan stands up and slips off her gloves, cocking her head and twists her mouth. "Wing it?"

"Yeah, wing it. You know, wait until we get a good look at him before we decide on a name."

"We still need to have a list of names in mind. We cannot completely wing it." Brennan pauses. "What about Joseph?"

Booth stops writing and lifts his head. "Joseph?"

Brennan nods. "Yes."

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "I just want to point out that it was your idea to name our kid after me, so you can't blame it on my alpha male instincts or whatever."

Cam looks between the two of them and waves her hand over the corpse. "Decomposing body over here, guys."

"I can't do anything more until we get this body back to the lab." Brennan slings her kit over her shoulder and turns her focus to Booth. "It's just an idea, a name to add to our expanding list of possibilities."

Booth bosses the crime scene techs around and then looks at Brennan. "C'mon, Bones. I'll drop you off at the lab."

Brennan nods, and while they head towards the SUV, she continues. "Parker was named after someone significant in your life, and Christine was named after someone significant in my life, so this baby should be named after someone that is significant in both of our lives."

"Seems logical."

Brennan puts her kit back in the trunk and gets in the car.

Booth, who is already buckled into the driver's seat, smiles at her. "So you're serious about Joseph?"

She shrugs. "It's an option."

"Are we still meeting for lunch?"

She nods. "That is the plan, but we didn't have a case when we made those plans. Right now, yes, we are still meeting for lunch." She smiles and looks out the window.

"Good." He nods and focuses on the road again.