"Booth why did you call me over here?" Temperance asks as she enters Seeley's office in the hoover building.

"Nice to see you to Bones."

"What do you want?"

"We're going away," he informs her.

"What are you talking about?"

"We are headed to Arizona," he smiles.

"You're joking right?"

"Nope," he shakes his head.

"Why are we going to Arizona?"

"We're going there on a case," he tells her.

"What case?"

"They've found the bodies of several pregnant women in a very short amount of time."

"And how do we figure in?"

"They need you to examine the bodies," he tells her.


"They need your help."


"Because none of the women were still pregnant when they were found."

"What do you mean?"

"There are no babies," he clarifies.

"Where are they?"

"No one knows. And nobody knows if drugs were administered to indue labor, or if the women went into labor naturally, or if the babies were cut out of them."

"So then why are we going under cover?"

"We have to pose as a couple," he tells her.


"Because you're pregnant."

"What? No I'm not," she disagrees.

"You will be," he smiles.

"What do you mean?"

"You have to pretend to be pregnant."

"How am I going to do that?"

"They've already sent everything to where we're staying. Well almost everything."


"Oh by the way I have our marriage certificate."

"What do you mean you have our marriage certificate?"

He pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to her, "This is our marriage certificate, and the rings are in my pocket."

"We have to go undercover, and pretend to be married, and having a baby?"

"Yes," he nods.

"As who?"

"Seeley Booth, and Temperance Brennan-Booth."


"We're going to..."he gets cut off.

"Booth I don't understand. How are we going undercover as ourselves?"

"We're married."

"Ok, but what are our jobs going to be?"

"You're going to examine the bodies after we get there."

"And then what?"

"Then you're going to teach a class at the local high school."

"On what?"

"Anthropology," he tells her.

"I'm going to teach a class on forensic anthropology to high schoolers?"


"What do you mean no?"

"You're going to be teaching it from a cultural standpoint, not a forensic one."


"So you should probably call me Seeley."

"Why? You don't like that name," she reminds him.

"Yes, but that is my name."

"What are you going to call me?"

"I'm going to call you by your name," he answers.

"Are you going to call me Bones?"

"Is that your name?"

"You think it is."

"I'm going to call you by your given name."

"Which one?"

"The one you use."

"So I have to pretend to be married to you, and having your baby, and teach high school?"


"In Arizona?"


"When are we leaving?"

"As soon as you get your fake stomach."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh here you should probably put this on," he tells her as he pulls out a ring box. He slips a gold band on his finger. He then slips a gold band, and a diamond engagement ring on her finger.

"I hate you."

"Come on now we have to go get your pregnant belly," he smirks.

"How pregnant am I going to be?"

"Five months," he tells her.

"Did you ok this with Cam?"

"Yup." he nods.

"And..." he cuts her off.

"Bones I cleared it with everyone."

Half an hour later they're in the parking garage that belongs to the Hoover building. She frowns at him as he turns the car on.

"Booth.... Seeley how long are we going to be undercover?"

"As long as it takes."


"It could be months."

"Shouldn't we go home and pack?"

"The FBI sent everything that we'll need."


"Do you need your pillow or something?"


"Your laptop?"

"No I have it."

"Then what do you need?"

"I need my own stuff."

"Sorry," he tells her as they pull out of the parking garage.

"Sure you are," she huffs.

"So what are we going to name the baby?"

"Since the baby is non-existent it doesn't need a name."

"What are we having?"

"Right now, I've got a pain in the ass," she answers him more than a little perturbed.

"That is not what I meant."

"I don't care. Let's just get this over with."

"We'll be at the airport in a couple of minutes chill out."

"I don't have a passport," she tells him.

"We're going to Arizona."

"But I need identification."

"I've got your drivers license."

"What do you mean? I have it in my purse, under my feet."

"I have the one with your new name on it."

He lifts his butt off the seat, "Grab my wallet out of my pocket."

She does so begrudgingly.

"Your license is in there."

She pulls it out. It's the same license, only with a different name on it.

They arrive at the airport not a moment too soon. They whiz through security, and are quickly ushered onto the plane. Temperance is utterly surprised when Seeley leads her to first class.

"What are we doing back here?"

"Getting in our seats before take off."

"Are we supposed to be back here? Or are you trying to get in trouble again?"

"We are supposed to be back here."

"The FBI sprung for first class?"

"They figured since we might have to go away for months, and not see any of our friends or family that the least they could do was spring for first class."

"You're lying."

"Ok. I promised that on our next trip somewhere we'd drive," he admits.

Their flight seems much longer than it actually is. Both of them manage to get a little bit of shut eye. Finally they land. They grab a bite before leaving the airport, and proceed to the parking lot. Temperance follows Booth. He stops at a black SUV parked next to a silver sedan.

"Did you get a rental?"

"No," he answers.

"So whose car is this?"

"This is my car while we're here."

He moves to the gas tank. He pulls open the door and grabs a set of keys.

"How far is where we are staying from here?"

"Fifteen or twenty minutes."

"Do you have a siren?"

"No. Why do you care?"

"I'm tired, and I just want to go to sleep, so the faster you go the quicker we get there."

"You have to follow me."

"What do you mean?"

"Temperance that car is yours," he points to the silver sedan parked next to the SUV.

She opens the door to the gas tank and finds a set of keys.

"Is that safe?"

"Probably not, but it's simple. If you get lost, or we get separated just call me."

"Ok," she rolls her eyes at him.