Dr. Temperance Brennan was an intelligent, independent woman. She was in charge of her own life, and she rarely, if ever, needed assistance from anyone. She'd made it clear when she began to work with Agent Booth: she wouldn't stand for being treated like a damsel in distress.
She laughed to herself as she lay on her office floor, surrounded by boxes of Egyptian vases. Her low center of gravity had caused her to lose her balance and had also prevented her from getting up. So much for not being treated like a damsel in distress. Like it or not, she'd have to wait for Booth to rescue her from this predicament.
"Well, Baby, your daddy should be here soon." Brennan stroked her abdomen. "He's probably driving at an excessive rate of speed to get here so he can help us up off the floor. Once he gets over his panic, he'll probably think it's quite funny and remind me of it several times over the next few years. I guess since you and I are not injured, it is funny, isn't it?"
Brennan thought about how many times Booth had rescued her, and not just from dangerous situations. He'd rescued her from a life of loneliness. He'd kept her safe both physically and emotionally.
"You're very fortunate to have a wonderful man for your father, Baby. He's so excited to meet you. He says it's like waiting for Christmas morning. He tends to be emotional instead of logical, but that's what will make him a good father." Brennan tried to shift a little to become more comfortable, but it wasn't working.
"BONES! BONES! Where are you?"
"Here, Booth. I'm here. We're fine. I'm just awkward. I lost my balance."
"You sure you're okay? And the baby?"
"Yes, I'm sure…"
"Good. Picture time…."
"Booth!"