Sweets didn’t come on to the platform. “Do you know where Booth is? I’ve called him loads of times, and he doesn’t answer.”
“I think he’s at home, asleep.” Brennan said, knowing that he wasn’t there. She too wondered. Would he have gone to her place to sleep? That would be weird. “I wish I knew… He made me and Cam go to the crime scene in Hodgins’ ridiculous car.”
“Hmm…” Sweets said.
“I don’t know what that means.” Brennan said, picking up a bone. “Cam, I don’t think this was murder.”
“Well it better be. That car ride killed my back.”
“Would you like me to fix it for you?”
“No thank you.” Cam said loudly. “Oh, look, it’s all better.” She smiled. Brennan frowned at her as she left.
“So, Dr. Brennan…” Sweets started “… you and Booth are a couple now?”
“Yes, I believe so.”
“Well that’s just great.” He seemed happy enough.
“I’m glad you think so… see, these fractures here are the result of a head injury, but it’s not enough for foul play.” Cam wasn’t there so she turned to Clark. “Clark, could you take this please…” Brennan handed an extremely focused Clark the skull. He was trying to be extremely focused, anyways. But he couldn’t stop frowning at Brennan behind her back. She took her gloves off.
“Of course I will, Dr. Brennan.” Stay professional, he thought to himself.
“I’m going home. I… left something there.” She said. Cam suspected the worst.
“You are not going just to have sex-“
Clark flinched. “Why?” he asked the ceiling. Brennan frowned at him.
“Are you talking to the roof? I don’t think you would get many answers, unless it’s a rhetorical question or you were addressing-“ Clark tried to make sure that he wasn’t listening, but it didn’t work.
Cam coughed loudly instead.
“No, of course not. I just forgot something there.” Brennan frowned at her. Cam raised her eyebrows in a more ‘and how do you expect me to believe that?’ way. But before she could argue Brennan had already left.
“Why do they both do that?” she said, half to herself.
“I know, it’s extremely irritating.” Cam jumped at Sweets voice and looked down.
“Don’t tell me you’ve lost your card…”
Sweets shrugged, blushed and pretended to do something… which turned out to be nothing.
*
On the walk back to her own place, she stopped by all the usual places. The diner, though she wasn’t sure why he would sleep there. She realized that maybe she just didn’t want another stupid question to come up. But then she realized that that was psychology and she pushed that away. But when she came up to her own door she felt a feeling of dread; which wasn’t normal. He was just sleeping. At her place. So what?
As she went in one of her suspicions was proved correct. He was snoring on her sofa; with a pregnancy test in his hand.
She had forgotten about it completely! What with the ring… should she tell him that? No. She hated to admit it to herself. Was that the kind of mother she was going to be?
She was going to be a mother…
She stared at him, wondering what to do. She turned to leave, perhaps ask Angela, when he woke up.
“Bones!” he said loudly. She closed her eyes and pulled a face, then span around.
“Booth!” she said as loudly.
“You’re pregnant!” he said, jumping up from the sofa, a great smile spread across his face.
“You’re not mad?”
“What? Why would I be mad?” Booth said, wrapping his arms around her.
“I didn’t tell you…” Brennan frowned.
“I know, you’re waiting for it to be definite…”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I was doing.” Thank God (though he doesn’t exist) for that. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. Wow, a baby. This is great!”
“But it might not be definite…”
“I don’t care.” Booth said quickly, kissing her. “Let’s go… now. To the hospital. Let’s know.”
“Wha- now?”
“Yes! You might be pregnant!”
“And you might fall asleep any second.”
“Not anymore. Come on!”
“I’m driving.”
“Good idea.”
*
“Ok, Cam, don’t freak out, but I went to Brennan’s house-“
Cam stared at her own cell. “Why!?”
“And she left the door open.”
“Angela, get your own life and come back to work.”
“When I called Brennan, they were going to the hospital but nothing was wrong.”
“Angela… stop.”
“My assumption: Brennan is pregnant.”
Cam sighed. “Come back to work, Angela.”
“But I-“
“Work.”
“I just-“
“Now.”
“Can you pass me to Sweets?”
“NO.” Cam said sternly. “How did you get out of here anyways?” Cam asked. She heard the silence on Angela’s end.
“Coming.” Angela was sitting in her car, outside the hospital. Yes, this was ridiculous and Sweets would probably kill her. She reluctantly put the key in the ignition and started the car. She really did need her own life. Poor Brennan. And Booth.
And, she might have to Admit that she sneaked out through the museum’s kitchen to follow, and that was just embarrassing.
“Angela!” she nearly stopped the car, but kept on driving. She looked in her rearview mirror and saw Sweets, looking furious as he saw Brennan’s car appear round the corner. Angela saw him take out his cell in the distance, and sure enough, her own rang.
If only she had stayed a few more minutes she could of just bumped into them, casually… she stopped the car and watched as Sweets dived behind another to hide from Booth and Brennan. And she watched Booth and Brennan. The hospital was in view, she could se everything, why hadn’t she stayed here before?
*
They were unaware of the situation.
“What are you thinking about?” Brennan asked Booth as she looked for a parking space.
“What else? Bones, you might be pregnant.”
“Oh, yeah.” Booth frowned at her. She realized that she was acting stupid, but something had came into her head; he had proposed to Rebecca when she got pregnant…
“Bones, can I ask you something?”
She nearly crashed the car.
“Whoa! What was that?”
Brennan cringed. “Nothing… go on.”
“Doesn’t matter… I’ll tell you later.” Booth said, griping onto the sides of the car for his own safety. What was up with her? Was that her reaction to being pregnant? Was it a good one?
Brennan parked the car and Booth shifted uncomfortably.
“Are you ready? To have a child, I mean.”
“Yes, of course I am.” Was all she responded.
“Ok.” Booth wasn’t very convinced by the answer. “Let’s do this.”
*
Sweets was on the floor. Not good. He had just came by the hospital to pick up something for his chest, he was still a bit hazy; Daisy had made him go. And now he was on the floor, shuffling down the street. Passersby would look down at him and he would say “I can’t find my pen.” As an excuse. He was trying to make his way to Angela’s car, which, to his annoyance, had stopped. He was trying to get her to leave… and leave enough space for him to get past, unnoticed. He didn’t want to spy on Booth or Brennan; either one of them would beat him up. He wasn't sure about that, but it was enough to keep him going.
“Hey, Sweets!” Angela said, rolling down the car window.
“Dammit… I got chewing gum on my sleeve… This is your fault!”
“No it’s not.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Well, I don’t really care, so…” she looked at Sweets pitifully; he was trying to get the gum off of his shirt and was pulling a weird face. “Ok, give me your jacket. I’ll get the gum off.”
“Can you take me home? I got here on the underground…”
“Strong you.”
“Yeah…”
“Can you?”
He watched Angela have an internal struggle; she wanted to stay, yet Sweets trauma made her want to hug him. He realized that, so he put on a pout face.
He watched Angela have an internal struggle; she wanted to stay, yet Sweets trauma made her want to hug him. He realized that, so he put on a pout face.
"Ok, I'll take you home, I'll just attack Brennan when she gets back to the lab... no, I won't." Sweets nodded in approval and stole into Angela's car.
“I think he’s at home, asleep.” Brennan said, knowing that he wasn’t there. She too wondered. Would he have gone to her place to sleep? That would be weird. “I wish I knew… He made me and Cam go to the crime scene in Hodgins’ ridiculous car.”
“Hmm…” Sweets said.
“I don’t know what that means.” Brennan said, picking up a bone. “Cam, I don’t think this was murder.”
“Well it better be. That car ride killed my back.”
“Would you like me to fix it for you?”
“No thank you.” Cam said loudly. “Oh, look, it’s all better.” She smiled. Brennan frowned at her as she left.
“So, Dr. Brennan…” Sweets started “… you and Booth are a couple now?”
“Yes, I believe so.”
“Well that’s just great.” He seemed happy enough.
“I’m glad you think so… see, these fractures here are the result of a head injury, but it’s not enough for foul play.” Cam wasn’t there so she turned to Clark. “Clark, could you take this please…” Brennan handed an extremely focused Clark the skull. He was trying to be extremely focused, anyways. But he couldn’t stop frowning at Brennan behind her back. She took her gloves off.
“Of course I will, Dr. Brennan.” Stay professional, he thought to himself.
“I’m going home. I… left something there.” She said. Cam suspected the worst.
“You are not going just to have sex-“
Clark flinched. “Why?” he asked the ceiling. Brennan frowned at him.
“Are you talking to the roof? I don’t think you would get many answers, unless it’s a rhetorical question or you were addressing-“ Clark tried to make sure that he wasn’t listening, but it didn’t work.
Cam coughed loudly instead.
“No, of course not. I just forgot something there.” Brennan frowned at her. Cam raised her eyebrows in a more ‘and how do you expect me to believe that?’ way. But before she could argue Brennan had already left.
“Why do they both do that?” she said, half to herself.
“I know, it’s extremely irritating.” Cam jumped at Sweets voice and looked down.
“Don’t tell me you’ve lost your card…”
Sweets shrugged, blushed and pretended to do something… which turned out to be nothing.
*
On the walk back to her own place, she stopped by all the usual places. The diner, though she wasn’t sure why he would sleep there. She realized that maybe she just didn’t want another stupid question to come up. But then she realized that that was psychology and she pushed that away. But when she came up to her own door she felt a feeling of dread; which wasn’t normal. He was just sleeping. At her place. So what?
As she went in one of her suspicions was proved correct. He was snoring on her sofa; with a pregnancy test in his hand.
She had forgotten about it completely! What with the ring… should she tell him that? No. She hated to admit it to herself. Was that the kind of mother she was going to be?
She was going to be a mother…
She stared at him, wondering what to do. She turned to leave, perhaps ask Angela, when he woke up.
“Bones!” he said loudly. She closed her eyes and pulled a face, then span around.
“Booth!” she said as loudly.
“You’re pregnant!” he said, jumping up from the sofa, a great smile spread across his face.
“You’re not mad?”
“What? Why would I be mad?” Booth said, wrapping his arms around her.
“I didn’t tell you…” Brennan frowned.
“I know, you’re waiting for it to be definite…”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I was doing.” Thank God (though he doesn’t exist) for that. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. Wow, a baby. This is great!”
“But it might not be definite…”
“I don’t care.” Booth said quickly, kissing her. “Let’s go… now. To the hospital. Let’s know.”
“Wha- now?”
“Yes! You might be pregnant!”
“And you might fall asleep any second.”
“Not anymore. Come on!”
“I’m driving.”
“Good idea.”
*
“Ok, Cam, don’t freak out, but I went to Brennan’s house-“
Cam stared at her own cell. “Why!?”
“And she left the door open.”
“Angela, get your own life and come back to work.”
“When I called Brennan, they were going to the hospital but nothing was wrong.”
“Angela… stop.”
“My assumption: Brennan is pregnant.”
Cam sighed. “Come back to work, Angela.”
“But I-“
“Work.”
“I just-“
“Now.”
“Can you pass me to Sweets?”
“NO.” Cam said sternly. “How did you get out of here anyways?” Cam asked. She heard the silence on Angela’s end.
“Coming.” Angela was sitting in her car, outside the hospital. Yes, this was ridiculous and Sweets would probably kill her. She reluctantly put the key in the ignition and started the car. She really did need her own life. Poor Brennan. And Booth.
And, she might have to Admit that she sneaked out through the museum’s kitchen to follow, and that was just embarrassing.
“Angela!” she nearly stopped the car, but kept on driving. She looked in her rearview mirror and saw Sweets, looking furious as he saw Brennan’s car appear round the corner. Angela saw him take out his cell in the distance, and sure enough, her own rang.
If only she had stayed a few more minutes she could of just bumped into them, casually… she stopped the car and watched as Sweets dived behind another to hide from Booth and Brennan. And she watched Booth and Brennan. The hospital was in view, she could se everything, why hadn’t she stayed here before?
*
They were unaware of the situation.
“What are you thinking about?” Brennan asked Booth as she looked for a parking space.
“What else? Bones, you might be pregnant.”
“Oh, yeah.” Booth frowned at her. She realized that she was acting stupid, but something had came into her head; he had proposed to Rebecca when she got pregnant…
“Bones, can I ask you something?”
She nearly crashed the car.
“Whoa! What was that?”
Brennan cringed. “Nothing… go on.”
“Doesn’t matter… I’ll tell you later.” Booth said, griping onto the sides of the car for his own safety. What was up with her? Was that her reaction to being pregnant? Was it a good one?
Brennan parked the car and Booth shifted uncomfortably.
“Are you ready? To have a child, I mean.”
“Yes, of course I am.” Was all she responded.
“Ok.” Booth wasn’t very convinced by the answer. “Let’s do this.”
*
Sweets was on the floor. Not good. He had just came by the hospital to pick up something for his chest, he was still a bit hazy; Daisy had made him go. And now he was on the floor, shuffling down the street. Passersby would look down at him and he would say “I can’t find my pen.” As an excuse. He was trying to make his way to Angela’s car, which, to his annoyance, had stopped. He was trying to get her to leave… and leave enough space for him to get past, unnoticed. He didn’t want to spy on Booth or Brennan; either one of them would beat him up. He wasn't sure about that, but it was enough to keep him going.
“Hey, Sweets!” Angela said, rolling down the car window.
“Dammit… I got chewing gum on my sleeve… This is your fault!”
“No it’s not.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Well, I don’t really care, so…” she looked at Sweets pitifully; he was trying to get the gum off of his shirt and was pulling a weird face. “Ok, give me your jacket. I’ll get the gum off.”
“Can you take me home? I got here on the underground…”
“Strong you.”
“Yeah…”
“Can you?”
He watched Angela have an internal struggle; she wanted to stay, yet Sweets trauma made her want to hug him. He realized that, so he put on a pout face.
He watched Angela have an internal struggle; she wanted to stay, yet Sweets trauma made her want to hug him. He realized that, so he put on a pout face.
"Ok, I'll take you home, I'll just attack Brennan when she gets back to the lab... no, I won't." Sweets nodded in approval and stole into Angela's car.
