The lights flickered as the subway car roared through the New York underground. Temperance Brennan was in the second and final week of the book signing tour her publisher had roped her into. While away from D.C., she insisted on consulting with her Jeffersonian colleagues daily via her laptop with the satellite connection. Most people didn't understand he dedication to her work. Her work defined her.

As the train came to a stop and more passengers filled the car, she closed her eyes momentarily, wondering if this was really how she wanted to live her life. Stuck on this book tour, she felt bored and restless. Without the distraction of her work at the lab, these introspective thoughts were becoming more frequent unwelcome visitors.

But as she opened her eyes a moment later the pervading anxieties were lifted and she was filled with a sense of calm. All the ambient noise faded into the background, and Temperance focused on the two angelic blue eyes that were staring at her. The baby in the woman's lap who was now sat next to her was clearly drawn to Temperance.

"She sure likes you," the mother said, breaking Tempe from her reverie.

"She does?" she questioned back.

The mother shifted her daughter in her lap and nodded. "Yeah, … she's never this calm on the subway. She must find you interesting or something." She smiled warmly.

Temperance looked thoughtful, as if considering the woman's observation seriously.

Suddenly the woman's cell phone rang. As she fumbled around in her bag to answer it, she jostled her daughter around in her lap, causing her to get fussy and make a pouting face. The conversation was tense, and the baby sensed her mother's discomfort.

"Yes sir….Of course…..I have the file right here….Yes….Actually, I hadn't planned on coming in today….Of course…I understand….Yes, he is a very important client….The file?…Oh yes…Just one moment sir."

By this time, the baby girl was starting to get quite fussy with being juggled around as her mother held a cell phone to her ear while simultaneously searching for a file in her bag. The woman held the phone away from her ear for a moment and looked pleadingly at Temperance and whispered, "Do you mind holding her for a few minutes?"

At first, Tempe stiffened and her eyes widened in shock at the suggestion. She had never held a baby before. But sensing the woman's desperation and encouraged by an innate feeling of female solidarity, she nodded and gently smiled as she took the baby into her arms. To her surprise, it didn't feel awkward or scary to hold the child. It felt completely natural.

In the back of her mind, the anthropological reasoning kicked in, explaining that it's embedded in our DNA to protect the young of our species. Surely that's all there was to it. Yet Temperance knew that there was something more significant behind what she was feeling as she held that baby. All of a sudden, she felt like a child was something she needed----as much as she needed air to breathe

As the little girl rested her head on Tempe's breast, she felt her heart swell inexplicably. In that moment, she was forever changed.

Soon, the woman's phone conversation ended and she was taking her taking her daughter back as she offered her apologies to Temperance. "Don't worry about it," she responded.

……….

After the book signing at the huge commercial bookstore, Temperance thought about calling her old friend from Northwestern to have dinner and catch up. As she walked toward her hotel, she passed an upscale baby boutique and suddenly found herself entering the store.

She quietly walked around as though she were an objective observer analyzing an unfamiliar culture and its artifacts. She suppressed the urge to explore the psychological reasoning behind her sudden interest in babies. She smiled politely at the pregnant women and new mothers who were shopping, and she silently wondered if their lives were happier than her own.

Temperance decided that after ten minutes of browsing, she would seem weird or suspicious if she didn't buy anything. So without much thought, she grabbed a tiny pink cardigan sweater and quickly made her way to the checkout.

That night, she lied in her hotel bed embracing the little sweater as she tried to let sleep claim her. With her eyes closed, she tried to imagine what her life would be like if she were a mother. Certainly it would be difficult, but would it be worth it?

…….

A week later, she had returned to her normal workaholic lifestyle back at the Jeffersonian. Yet, no matter how much she threw herself into her work, the baby thoughts wouldn't go away. She tried to rationalize this development as part of the whole "biological clock" phenomenon. She told herself that these feelings would pass. Mind over body.

On Friday evening, she and Booth were seated at their usual stools at Wong Foo's having dinner and drinks. Temperance took a sip of wine and resumed their conversation, "So, tomorrow we can question the suspects on the list and go over the case files, right?"

He smiled exasperatedly at her and shook his head in the negative. "Tomorrow's Saturday." He emphasized the word Saturday as though it held special meaning.

Drawing her brows together in confusion, she shrugged questioningly. "Yeah Booth,… I'm aware of that. So?"

He sighed. "So,… I've only mentioned about a thousand times this week how Parker's first little league baseball game is this Saturday. Tomorrow Bones."

She immediately felt guilty for not remembering this, realizing that she hadn't been the best listener lately, as her thoughts were elsewhere. Her gaze shifted to her wine glass. "Oh,…okay then."

He looked at her curiously. Was that a look of disappointment he saw cross her features? He cleared his throat to get her look up at him, "Um,…you're welcome to come to the game,….I mean, if you want…"

To his surprise, her eyes lit up at the suggestion. For a moment he saw excitement in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by awkwardness. Quietly she answered, "Yeah,…I'd like to come,…if you're sure you don't mind that is."

"Why would I mind?

"You know,…it's a family thing. I don't want to interfere."

"I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't want you to be there."

They exchanged a smiling look that solidified their status as friends. They enjoyed each other's company. There was a warm simplicity to this moment of mutual realization. Seeley's eyes looked deeply into hers as he recalled the words he had spied in her manuscript not so long ago, words that revealed how she felt about him. He was her "partner and friend." It was time to explore the latter part of that definition. He had been waiting for her to let him in, and it seemed she finally was. Something had changed in her lately, and he knew that his tenacious nature would serve him well as he poked and prodded his way into the inner-workings of Temperance Brennan's heart.