I always forget the "I don't own Bones part." Disclaimers are annoying. I just use their characters when I write so I don't embarrass myself with my own.

He couldn't get her out of his head. It had been weeks. And he had remembered. Oh, and did he remember.

He remembered the way her skin felt under his hands, and the way she moaned. He remembered every curve of her perfect body.

Seeley leaned back in his desk chair, fiddling with a Zippo in his hands.

Temperance Brennan had made him a different person, he couldn't deny it. He hadn't gambled, he hadn't been with another woman since her.

She had made him realized that he was conforming. He became quietly defiant of the FBI, with colorful socks and a new belt buckle- because of her.

He was no longer Special Agent Seeley Booth he was Special Agent Seeley Booth because of her. He had a new found Je ne sais quoi. He was alpha male and everyone knew it.

"You're late." Zack Addy had a knack for pointing out the obvious.'In more ways than you know.' She thought to herself.

"I'll have to make more coffee." He continued as she climbed the stairs to the forensic platform.

"I had things to attend to." Dr. Brennan wasn't about to tell her intern where she was: her OB/GYN, who had, in fact, confirmed her biggest fear. All of those at home pregnancy tests had not been wrong.

Zack handed her a fresh cup of coffee. She took a drink, and as the hot liquid ran down her throat, she thought about adverse side effects. Caffeine was a killer, but she was seriously addicted. All of the studies on its effects on a pregnancy were inconclusive. Was she willing to risk it? 'yes' she thought to herself as she started to take another drink, and then lowered her hand before she did. 'no' she was torn. Temperance walked into her office, sat the cup down on her desk and decided to "forget" it there while she worked.

*************CUT TO THE PILOT EPISODE************

Just wanted to get past all the boring stuff.

Chapter 4 1/2

Angela was dead tired. She had been watching Nathaniel since Friday when Brennan left for Guatemala. It was now Monday and she was exhausted. She thought babies weren't supposed to be trouble until they were two years old, not 10 months old. But, she guessed, any child of Dr. Temperance Brennan's was bound to be an overachiever.

She was supposed to pick Temperance up at the airport, but there was a 'hitch in their giddy-up', as Temperance put it, in the form of homeland security. She smiled at that turn of phrase. It was unlike Brennan, and much like a certain FBI agent. Angela knew that it had to be Agent Booth getting the FBI to pull some strings. Brennan had been ignoring him for a week. And he did not like being ignored.

"Angela, where's Dr. Brennan?" Zack asked as she walked into the lab without her best friend in tow.

"With Special Agent Studly is my best guess."

"Agent Studly?" Zack asked with a perplexed look spread across his face.

"Agent Booth." Jack answered, continuing to stare at whatever was on the other side of his microscope.

"I thought we didn't like him?" Zack knew Dr. Brennan didn't.

"We don't." Hodgins looked up at Angela with piercing blue eyes, an annoyed look on his face.

Angela swiped her access card and climbed the steps to the forensic platform. She looked down at the floor finding Nathaniel sitting there, quiet as a mouse, staring at a skull. Where had this child been this whole weekend?

"ZACK!" She screamed, "You did not give him a skull!" The child looked up at her with those big round brown eyes of his, blond curls falling around his face, his father's crooked smile spread across his face.

"No. I did not give him a skull." Zack answered, "I simply sat it on the floor next to him. He has been staring at it for an hour. He is definitely his mother's son."

Angie scooped the boy up off of the floor and took him into his mother's office, placing him in the playpen, with much more appropriate things to look at, like blocks and oversized puzzles with pictures of cows on them.

"Nate, If you have serious issues in the future we can blame the squints." She looked down at him. He had already busied himself with a red block. She didn't really like the term 'squints', but she thought that that would be something that Agent Booth would say. Angela wanted the boy to at least understand what his father is saying, his FBI slang, even if Brennan isn't ready to admit who that father is.

Sure, Bren had never come out and said to Angela "Booth is Nathaniel's father." But she knew. She knew that there was something between them since the very first time she saw the two together. They just fit. He was her other half, and being the romantic that she is, she knew that nothing was going to keep them apart. Not if she had anything to do with it.