AN Okay this was originally going to be a one off fic of fluff inspired by the following quote from the Men in Black

Dr. Weaver: What's with the cat?
Cop in Morgue: Well, there's a problem with the cat. Sign here.
Dr. Weaver[signing What's the problem with the cat?
Cop in Morgue: It's your problem.

As well as Brennan once saying (in response to woman saying her child made her feel whole) - "It's just a release of serotonin necessary for the survival of the species" But as I started writing, a couple other ideas came to mind with itso now it's going to be a few parts of fluff inspired by the above ;-) Enjoy!

Brennan walked out of her office to find a police officer pulling two bagged bodies on gurneys into the lab, a small boy and girl trailing behind them.

"You Dr Brennan?" he asked with a New York drawl.

Brennan nodded, making her way over. "What's with the kids?" she asked softly as she arrived in front of him.

"Well, there's a problem with the kids. Sign here," he added, handing her a clipboard.

She automatically signed it, handing it back as she asked, "What's the problem with the kids?"

"They're your problem," he replied, passing her the carbon copy of what she'd signed before leaving.

"Wait, what?" she called after him, but he just waved over his shoulder as he left the lab. Brennan slowly turned round to face the two children. "Hi," she said as warmly as she could.

They just stared at her.


"Booth," Booth answered his phone, smiling as he already knew who it was, just not why she was calling.

"Booth, I've got a problem," her voice came across in a whisper.

Sitting up straight, his smile vanished with a look of concern. "What's wrong?"

"It's…a kids problem," Brennan replied, not sure how to explain this.

Booth frowned, "You don't have kids."

"That's the problem," she replied as she looked over at the two children who were making their way around her office, looking at everything.

Booth's brows raised at the possible implications of that statement. "Uh…you want kids?" he asked.

"What? No I've got kids," she replied, distracted as the girl picked up her vase from Cambodia.

"You're pregnant?!?" Booth half-yelled, not quite believing it himself.

"Booth! What's wrong with you today? Of course I'm not," she replied, breathing a sigh of relief as the girl put the vase back down in one piece.

Booth let out a breath he didn't even realise he was holding as he dragged his free hand over his face. "Bones can you please just tell me what exactly the problem is," if for nothing else, my sanity, he added to himself.

"I told you, kids," she replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Right, which apparently you have," he said, remembering her earlier comment.

She nodded, then remembering she was on the phone spoke. "Uh huh, two of them, boy and a girl, approximately seven years based on height---"

"Are you talking about bones, Bones?" he asked, trying to make sense of what she was saying.

"No…the officer that brought in the bodies had them with him, and I asked him why and he said there was a problem with them and then told me it was my problem," she explained.

Booth groaned. "You didn't happen to sign anything did you Bones?"

"I always sign the form to say---"

"I'll be right over," he cut her off, snapping his phone closed. He couldn't help but wonder how someone so smart could keep getting herself into situations like these.


"Do you wanna go out with me?" the boy asked, surprising Brennan. They hadn't said anything since their arrival and she'd just assumed it was due to the shock of losing their parents.

"Pardon me?" she asked in return.

"Do you wanna go out with me? You know, be my girlfriend," he repeated, giving her a charming smile.

Brennan couldn't help but smile. "I'm sorry I---"

"Is it because you've got a boyfriend?" he asked cutting her off.

"What?" Brennan asked, trying to keep up with the change in questioning.

"Well my sister says that you'd only say 'No' if you didn't like me or you had a boyfriend," he said, looking over at his sister who was nodding.

Brennan tried to give a friendly smile. "It's not because I don't like you," she reassured him.

"So you must have a boyfriend," he said hopefully.

"Uh uh, she's lying. She doesn't like you," his sister quipped.

Suddenly he had tears in his eyes as he turned back to face Brennan. "That's not true, is it?"

"Of course not," she said with more confidence than she felt, realising they were quickly backing her into a corner.

"What's his name?" the girl asked, raising a disbelieving brow.

Sighing, Brennan looked towards the entrance and spotted Booth on his way in. "Booth," she sighed with relief.

"Your boyfriend's name is Booth," the girl replied, clearly not believing her.

Deciding on the spur of the moment to just go with it, she nodded, as she walked quickly over to where Booth was entering her office, wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug.

Taken completely off guard, Booth looked down at Brennan as he wrapped his arms around her too.

"Please just go with it," she whispered to him before turning back to the kids, one arm still wrapped around his waist. "Booth these are the kids. Kids this is…my boyfriend…Booth."