(After 'The Hole in the Heart')

I really don't own Bones.

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Booth knew that Brennan wasn't happy with him at the moment, but he wasn't sure how to fix the problem. After two days of mostly silence from Brennan, he realized that he should have waited for her to go on her trip to Crete and then return before they had started talking about houses. He really did believe that a child should live in a house with a backyard to play in. He felt it would let the child use their imagination in ways that wasn't possible in an apartment. The fact that Brennan loved living in an apartment and didn't want to consider moving meant that they were going to have several conversations that she might not want to participate in, but it wasn't necessary to do that right now. He really didn't want her to do anything she didn't want to do, but they had to think about their baby and how the decisions they made would affect her or him.

Trying to be realistic, he knew a baby didn't need a yard and he would have plenty of time to convince her that moving to a house would be a positive thing for their son or daughter. He had made a mistake starting a conversation she wasn't ready for and it definitely wasn't worth the trouble it was causing him. He also knew that shutting down the conversation because he had a headache and he didn't want to argue with her at the time had been a mistake and he decided to make sure that didn't happen again.

Entering the bedroom, he found Brennan packing for her trip to Crete. "Look, Bones . . . um, never mind about the house. We don't really need to worry about moving right now. We have plenty of time to figure out what we want to do and I'm sorry that I sprang that on you before your trip." Moving closer, he placed his hand on her arm. "I don't want to make you do something if you don't want to do it. Just go to Crete, examine the cave bodies and . . . well, just have fun. It's okay . . . we're okay. I promise."

"I know you believe that a child needs a house and a yard, but I don't think that's true, on the other hand, I am willing to think about it. I will give it careful consideration since we are a partnership." Brennan glanced at her clothes lying next to her suitcase. "I . . ." She turned to face Booth. "I will only be gone for four weeks five at the most and when I return, we can revisit that particular topic."

Kissing her, Booth smiled. "We're okay, Bones . . . You know we have different opinions about a lot of things, but we usually work them out eventually. We don't have to buy a house right now. The baby isn't here yet and she isn't going to need a yard for a few years . . . It's just something I want you to think about . . . You know I'm going to miss you while you're gone, but we can talk on the phone every day and maybe you can bring me something back from Crete . . . maybe some wine or olive oil . . . you know I like presents."

Amused, Brennan returned his kiss. "I know you do . . . I'll have to see what I can bring back legally."

"Yeah, don't break the law. U.S. Customs and Homeland Security don't have a sense of humor." Booth laughed. "You know that's true since you tried to bring a head into the country a few years ago and they didn't like that."

Patting his chest, Brennan shook her head. "You used that fact to get Homeland Security to stop me at the airport so you could talk me into working with you again . . . I promise not to bring you back a human head."

"Thanks, Bones." Booth smiled. "I appreciate that."

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Alone for the first time since Brennan had started a relationship with him, Booth was feeling lonely and he knew he was taking his mood out on everyone that he worked with. He knew it wasn't fair, but he didn't care.

A knock on his doorframe interrupting his train of thought, Booth looked away from his PC and frowned. "I'm busy."

Entering his supervisor's office, Agent Harris felt like he was about to poke a bear in a cave, but he had a job to do and he was going to do it. "Booth . . . I need to talk to you."

Annoyed, Booth turned to face his lieutenant and frowned. "Go ahead." He hoped whatever Harris wanted to talk about was quick so he could get back to work.

"Um . . . look, there isn't anyway I can make this easier, so I just need you to listen to me and don't jump to conclusions." Harris witnessed the way Booth's body became rigid and he knew that he had better be careful how he worded his message. "While you were in that meeting with the Director I got a phone call. Dr. Brennan tried to call you, but you had your phone turned off so she called me and asked me to talk to you as soon as I can."

Worried, Booth slowly shook his head. "What's wrong? Is Bones okay?"

Holding his hands up, Harris nodded his head. "I just said not to jump to conclusions. She's fine . . . Her plane had an issue and it had to make a landing at the Alicante-Elche Airport. She was worried that you might see it on the news and she didn't want you to get upset. She is fine and she plans to call you . . ." Pausing he looked at his watch. "In about thirty four minutes. So just to be clear, Dr. Brennan had to make an unplanned stop in Spain and she's fine. So don't worry about it."

"Why would her flight delay be in the news?" Not sure he trusted what he was hearing, Booth picked up his phone from his desk and tried to call Brennan. "You're not telling me something. I'm not stupid." The phone call ringing he was eventually shunted to voice mail. "Voicemail . . . Call me, Bones. I'm not in a meeting."

Closing the door behind him, Harris moved closer to Booth's desk and placed his hands on his hips. "I knew it was mistake to talk to you, but Dr. Brennan wanted me to talk to you and assure you that she's fine before you heard about the little accident they had."

"Accident?" Afraid that something was wrong, Booth stood up. "What accident? What the hell happened?"

"Okay, okay . . . Just calm yourself. The plane that Dr. Brennan was on developed engine trouble and they were forced to land in Spain. While the plane was taxing on the runway another plane clipped the wing of Dr. Brennan's plane. Some people were hurt but Dr. Brennan says she wasn't one of them . . . Now settle down. She's going to call you in a while and you'll see she's okay." Sitting down on the chair by the door, Harris glanced at the bullpen and then back at Booth. "If you want to see the news about the accident, CNN headline news has shown it a couple of times . . . just keep in mind that Dr. Brennan is okay. She's not hurt."

Feeling cold, Booth sat down, turned towards his PC and entered 'Alicante-Elche Airport, plane wreck' in the search bar and waited for a response. There were a few breaking news stories about the incident and he opened one and read it. "Damn it . . ." Turning to face Harris, Booth cleared his throat. "Bones says she's okay?"

"Yeah and you know she hates lying." Harris could see his boss was pale and there was a look of fear on his face. "She's going to call you in a few minutes and she'll tell you what she told me . . . she's fine . . . would you like me to go get you a Coke or something?"

After glancing at his watch, Booth shook his head. "No . . . no, I'm fine . . . um, we had an argument just before she went on her trip . . . we talked it out and um . . . we were good when she went to Crete, but . . . I want to buy a house and she doesn't . . . She loves her apartment, but she's pregnant and I think our kid will need a yard to play in some day . . . I should have waited until she came back . . . She . . . You said she's okay?"

Stunned, Harris stared at his friend. "She's pregnant? . . . Damn it . . . Yeah, she says she's okay, but now you have me worried too . . . No, she said she's okay and I believe her. She hates lying. She just wanted you to know she was fine just in case you saw the accident on the news or someone told you about it."

Sitting silently at his desk, Booth worried about his Bones and his child and fought to control his fear. He knew that Brennan would have told Harris if there was something wrong. He just needed to wait for her call. He needed to hear her voice.

Silently waiting in the room with Booth, Harris kept glancing at his watch and hoped that Dr. Brennan would call sooner than she said she would. Not sure if he should leave or not, he stayed in the room and kept an eye on his friend. If there really was a problem, he didn't want Booth to be alone when he got that news.

Booth's phone suddenly alerted him he had a call and he grabbed the phone and accepted the call. "Bones . . . Bones are you okay?"

Yes, I'm fine. I did tell Agent Harris to tell you I was okay.

"Yeah, I know, but I was worried any way . . . Is . . . Is the baby okay?" He closed his eyes and waited for her to answer.

Yes, we are both fine, Booth. Really. You don't need to worry about us . . . There were a few people hurt when we had to leave the plane using the evacuation slide, but it is mostly their fault because they didn't follow instructions. I have called Dr. Aetos and let her know what happened and that I will be delayed . . . Booth, I do want to continue my trip to Crete, but I don't want you to worry needlessly about my health. If . . . if you need me to return then I will.

Slowly releasing his breath, Booth felt his heart rate return to normal. "No . . . um, no, if you say you're okay then I believe you. If you think you want to go to Crete then I think it's the right thing to do. Just call me every day so I'll know you're okay . . . Bones, I love you . . . I do love you."

I know. I love you too. This trip is a little more exciting than I planned on, but the plane accident is more of an inconvenience than anything else. I have my laptop with me and I will be able to talk to you face to face the next time I contact you. You might want to contact Angela and let her know I am okay and tell her I will call her when I can . . . I have to go now. Someone wants to talk to all the passengers on my plane. I'll talk to you later.

"Bye, Bones. I love you, don't doubt that for a minute." The call ended, Booth cleared his throat and turned his gaze upon his friend. "She's okay and she's going to go ahead to Crete . . . I wish I could afford to go and see her, but I'm going to talk to her tonight and . . . she's okay."

"Yeah." Harris stood up and exhaled deeply. "Well, good luck when you talk to Angela . . . She is going to be a handful when you call her."

Since there was no way to avoid calling Brennan's best friend, Booth shrugged his shoulders. "I can always hang up if she . . ." Booth's phone rang and he noticed that the call was from Angela. "Shit . . . well here goes." Accepting the call, Booth was immediately barraged by questions. As patiently has he could he answered her frantic questions and tried to calm Angela down.

Harris decided to leave while he still could. Booth was like a lit stick of dynamite at the moment and he knew he'd better warn everyone in the bullpen to leave and find something productive to do outside the Hoover. He was glad that Brennan was okay and their baby. Damn, a baby . . . Thank God they're both okay.

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