"Bones did you figure out what the bones were?"

"Fetal bones, barely five months along. The Inferior nasal conchae is just beginning to form."

"That should help the investigation, narrow the search down to pregnant women..."

Brennan tuned her partner out, and rubbed her hand across her stomach. She bit her lip in thought, doing the math in her head. Theirs would have been about this age, the one he didn't know about.

A shiver ran down her spine as the word miscarriage ran through her head.

"Bones, are you coming?"

Bones put her hand at her side, and nodded.