I changed my mind….. I was struck by genius. Not really, it was a car door, but anyway, I decided to fill in the blank spot. And probably change everything I had written. Just forget about "Chapter 4 ½".

Temperance Brennan knew herself to be logical. She prided herself on it. That's why she was thrown through such a loop. This child was going to be the death of her.

She was 12 weeks pregnant and she hasn't even told her best friend. She had planned to tell her, many times actually.

- Temperance walked up to stand next to Angela. They stood there for a minute and stared at the floating hologram of a skull.

"Ange." Brennan started, but really couldn't find the right words. She was terrified of what her friend would think of her. She was pregnant by a man she hated after a drunken one night stand. It was not her proudest moment.

"What's the matter, Bren?" That was a question that Angela found herself asking more and more often lately. She was beginning to worry about her friend.

"I…" Her voice faded out once again.

"Dr. Brennan," Hodgins interrupted, as he walked into the room, "I got the particulates off of 'living dead' out there." He said, motioning towards the mummy lying on the slab in the other room. He handed a manila folder to Dr. Brennan, and left the room.

"I should get back to work." Temperance stated just before she turned and headed back towards her office.

She even called her on the phone to admit to her pregnancy, and then sighed in relief when it went to voicemail. She could just wait until they all just figured it out, which they would; Zack has already started looking at her sideways. She taught him everything she knows. She knows he can simply look at the way she is walking and figure it out; she just hoped that he wouldn't pay that close attention.

She was sitting alone in her living room, as she did many nights. A scientific journal in her hand, she wasn't really reading it, just staring at it. She was lost in thoughts of her baby. She could feel gentle fluttering in her belly. She knew that is was probably just her mind playing tricks on her, but she smiled every time she felt it. Apparently, her baby was a night owl; she hadn't felt a thing until dark.

Temperance looked up when she heard knocking at the door. She paused and, convinced she hadn't actually heard anything, looked back down at what she was reading.

She heard the gentle knocking again. She stood, straightening the camisole she wore and adjusting her yoga shorts before she turned off her music and then finally made her way towards the door. Someone comes to her home at 11 o'clock at night, they can wait a few minutes for her to get herself in order.

She found Angela Montenegro standing on the other side of the door.

"What took you so long, Bren?"

"um…" was the only reply she could muster up.

"So." Angela walked past Temperance and sat down on the sofa, picked up the magazine Brennan had been reading, looked at the cover, and tossed it onto the coffee table. "You're pregnant."

"Wha-" Brennan clears her throat. "What?"

"I know that you're pregnant." Angela was going to wait for the confession. "And obviously farther along than we all thought." She pointed at the tiny bump growing from Brennan's midsection.

"You all?" Temperance asked her voice weak.

"Hodgins and I had our suspicions. We decided to keep quiet, you would tell us when you felt you were ready, and that was weeks ago. I am not a patient woman. So, I asked Zack about your bones or however it is you tell if someone is pregnant by how they walk. You know?" She hardly stopped for breath. "He wouldn't say a word." Brennan was proud that Zack was so trustworthy with a secret she didn't know they were keeping.

Sure, Brennan had exhibited a lot of the symptoms, but that could have been any number of things, why had they jumped to the conclusion of pregnancy. It was right, don't get her wrong, but she felt she should be offended.

"Studly knocked you up?" Angela laid back on the sofa, wiggling her brows. "I bet the sex was good though." She sighed and stared into the kitchen a dazed look in her eyes. She had imagined it would be.

"Studly?"

"Agent Booth." Angela rolled her eyes.

"No." Brennan tensed. She was adamant. She would convince Angela the Booth was not the father of her baby, whether it was true or not.