AN: Okay just so everyone is aware, this story deals with some adult issues which is why it is rated M. There will be a bit of spoilerish information in later chapters, so if you don't want to have anything ruined then don't read past chapter one before the start of season six. There's nothing in this chapter to worry about though so just be aware of that when you start the story. This story was originally supposed to be a spoof dealing with the issue of multiple Bones pregnancies appearing in stories because that always drove me crazy when everyone and their mother would get pregnant at the same time. Instead it's turned into something much more poignant but I hope you enjoy this either way. Please let me know what you think of this story. I appreciate feedback in all its forms.

"Sweetie, you absolutely have to buy this house," Angela gushed as the two women walked through the hallway of the five bedroom colonial. The house sat on three acres of land just outside of Arlington, Va. It was a historic home dating back to the eighteenth century, but had additions made to the property in later years. The house really did have everything Temperance put on her list of needs, including a guest house for her father and a pool for Parker to use.

"You're just saying that because you live two properties down the road." Brennan closed her eyes and rubbed at her back and side. Pregnancy sometimes seemed to disagree with her as it did today. She grimaced when she pulled her hand away, the pain seeming to intensify when she took pressure off of the spot. Angela eyes her friend but said nothing regarding the movement.

"Well okay, that might have something to do with hit, but I think it's perfect for you."

"It does happen to have everything I'm looking for in a property. I doubt I'll find anything else as suited to my needs."

"So, are you going to put an offer on it?"

"If we can tear Booth away from the media room then yes, I think I will." Both women laughed and headed to the media room to retrieve the wayward FBI agent.

"You know he should just move in with as much as he'll be over here with Parker."

"Yes, well I'm sure that would go over well with his son."

"Of course it would Sweetie; he's practically your step son as it is." Temperance looked over at Angela sharply.

"Don't say that Ange."

"Oh come on Bren, you know that's how you feel about him, and that was before you were six months pregnant."

"We aren't going to discuss this right now. Can you please just leave my personal life alone?"

"I'm going to dismiss your attitude because you're pregnant and hormones make people crazy, but someone has to look out for your wellbeing."

"My wellbeing? I take very good care of myself. My wellbeing is just fine." Brennan yanked open the French doors leading to the media room, startling Booth with the aggressive move. He frowned and looked at Brennan's flushed face as she remained by the door waiting for him.

"Bones, you okay? You look a little flushed." He approached her and pressed his hand to her forehead when he reached her. She tried to stop the move, but he slapped away her hands. "Hey, you feel warm. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. Would the two of you just leave me alone please?" Booth held his hands up in surrender and backed away from the grumpy anthropologist.

"Okay, fine. I'll give you your space. Are you still up for this evening?" Booth placed his hand on Brennan's lower back and led her toward the front doors of the large house.

"Yes, I'll be fine. I'm looking forward to the event."

"Yeah well at least someone is. Are you sure you aren't too sick to go so I'll have an excuse not to show up?"

"Aren't you tough guy types supposed to like things like presidential commendations," Angela said as the trio met the realtor outside. Booth glanced over at the artist with a wry smile.

"I don't think it's an honor to get an award for killing someone. The only reason I'm accepting is because my boss is insisting I accept."

"Well that's not right at all," Angela said and turned to Brennan. "Sweetie, maybe you should feign illness."

"So, what did you think of the house?" The three looked up, startled by the rather perky real estate agent.

"I believe I'll put in an offer."

"Wonderful! Shall we go to my office and take care of the paperwork?"

"Bones, you go ahead. I have to pick up my tuxedo, so I'll see you this evening. Your dad's okay with watching Parker?"

"Yes, of course. He'll be by about six to watch him."

"Great, then I'll see the two of you this evening." Booth gave a quick squeeze to Brennan's shoulder and headed to the Sequoia. He waved to both women as he got in and drove off. Angela smirked and shook her head as she turned her attention back to Temperance. Despite her vehement denial that there was anything wrong, Angela could see Temperance struggle to maintain her composure. She was six months into a difficult pregnancy and thus far managed to deal, but something had to give. The anthropologist looked exhausted but refused to slow down. Booth's right, she thought as Brennan spoke with the real estate agent, she really needs to stay at home this evening.


"I don't think this dress looks right," Brennan said as she looked in the mirror. Her baby bump showed in the empire waist dress she chose to wear that evening. When she'd tried it on in the store, the purple color looked better, but now there was something off. Angela came over to see what was wrong with the dress. She spotted the problem immediately.

"Sweetie, you're flushed red. Do you have a fever?| She reached out to feel Brennan's face. "You're burning up."

"Ange, I'm fine. My body temperature is elevated due to my pregnancy, but I'm sure it's still within normal parameters."

"No, I don't think so. Just indulge me and take your temperature," Angela said as she headed to Brennan's bathroom. She glanced up in the mirror when she grabbed the thermometer, frowning as Temperance rubbed at her back and side again. She was absolutely sure there was more to the fever than the anthropologist was letting on.

"I'm telling you Ange, I'm fine. You know I've been having some issues with this pregnancy," Temperance said as she took the thermometer from Angela.

"Is that the reason you keep rubbing your side?"

"He's just very active today and it's not helping the gas pain."

"Just take your temperature please." Angela watched Brennan until the thermometer beeped. She snagged it from Temperance and looked at the reading. "Bren, change into something comfortable and call Booth. You're going to the hospital now."

"Why? I told you…"

Because you have a fever of one hundred two." The two women looked at each other for a moment before Temperance nodded and sat down on her bed. Angela let out a sigh of relief before digging through a dresser and tossing some sweats out at Temperance. "Put those on and we'll go, okay?"

Brennan nodded and began to change. Now that she was getting changed, she admitted that she wasn't feeling well. Her temperature worried her. Over one hundred one degrees and you had to go to the emergency room. How did she miss the fact that she truly was sick, and what was wrong with her? A pain shot through her side and she was very grateful that she was sitting down. She doubled over and gasped for breath. Her hands trembling, she picked up her phone and dialed Booth's number. She cursed under her breath when it went into his voicemail.

"Booth, I'm not able to attend your commendation ceremony. It seems that you were correct and I do have a fever so I'll be going to the hospital to make sure there's nothing wrong." When she hung up the phone, she closed her eyes, surprised by how her realization that she was feverish made her feel sick. She felt weak as the pain in her side and back increased.

Angela bustled around the room grabbing sweats and other comfortable clothes before tossing them onto the bed. She grabbed an overnight bag from the closet and filled it with the pile of clothing on the bed. She'd never been so worried for her friend. Something was wrong and it was serious.

"You ready to go," she asked and helped Brennan to her feet. Temperance followed her without saying a word, and with that Angela's concern got cranked up another notch. "Let's get you checked out, okay?"


Booth looked toward the door of the ballroom one more time as he watched for Temperance and Angela to arrive. He glanced at his watch again and sighed. Where were they? As he pulled out his cellphone to check for messages, he noticed someone approaching him.

"You look like a very distracted man."

"Bones isn't here yet. She's not one to be late so I'm getting a little worried."

"She's fine, I'm sure. Now, why is it you're here for a presidential commendation but you look so completely bored?"

"I hate these things," he said and looked back to the doorway. He'd been joking with Brennan when he told her not to show up, but now he wondered if she really was sick.

"Let me guess, you'd much rather be at home watching a hockey game than do anything as high brow as this."

"Yes, I would rather be home, but it's because I don't really want this whole…deal," Booth said as he waved his hand around the room. Before he could say anything else, his phone began to vibrate. He flipped it open, walking away from his companion to concentrate on the phone call."

"Booth," he said, not checking the caller id.

"Booth, it's Max. Why aren't you at the hospital?"

"What? Why would I be at the hospital? Did something happen to Parker?"

"No, he's fine. Tempe's there, didn't she call you?"

"She's in the… what happened?"

"I don't know. Angela called me from the emergency room, but didn't have any details. I'm here with Parker so I can't get over there to see her."

"I'm leaving right now. I'll call as soon as I know what's going on." He hung up the phone and blew out a frustrated breath.

"What's the matter?" Booth turned and looked at his companion and put his hands on his waist.

"Bones is in the hospital. I need to go now."

"I don't think that's a good idea. How often are you going to receive an honor like this? You can't just run off like that."

"I'm sure they'll understand. Can you tell Hacker what's going on? I have to get out of here."

"Sure, I can do that. Do you need me to get you anything?"

"Can you stop by my place and get me some clothes? I don't know how long I'll be at the hospital and would prefer to be comfortable. You know where the spare key is."

"Will you be at Geaorge Washington?" Booth nodded and headed from the hall, his thoughts soley on his partner. His stomach knotted and his thoughts centered on her pregnancy. He knew she'd been having a difficult time the entire six months. Her nausea was especially bad having never disappeared. He hoped she wasn't in the hospital for early labor. She wanted this baby badly and for her to lose the little guy… The thought made his stomach turn further.

"Booth, thank god you're here," Angela said when he finally arrived at the hospital's emergency waiting room. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. "The doctor's won't tell me anything but I think it's serious."

"What happened, Ange?"

"When we got back to the apartment, her fever got higher and by the time we got here it was at a critical level. She was rushed to the back and now I can't find anything out." Angela pulled away from Booth and wrung her hands together.

"Le me see what I can find out," he said and gave a reassuring squeeze to her shoulder. Booth approached the reception desk and smiled at the attendant there. "Hi, my name is Seeley Booth. I'm looking for information on Temperance Brennan."

"I'm sorry," the attendant said as she glanced at him. "The only person currently privy to any of her medical information is her proxy… which is you. Oh. I'll have someone come out and speak with you right away."

"Isn't there anything you can tell me about her condition?"

"No, I'm sorry. A doctor will be with you shortly." She offered a smile and turned back to the computer. Booth blew out a breath and ran a hand over his hair. If they weren't going to tell him anything that had to be bad. He didn't want to think about what could be wrong. It would just be better to wait for the doctor. He looked to Angela who continued to pace the waiting area.

"Mr. Booth?" Seeley turned after what felt like hours to see a doctor standing in the doorway to the waiting area. "Would you please come with me? I have information on Temperance's condition." Booth locked eyes with Angela before following the doctor to the back.

"Okay doc, what's wrong with Temperance?"

"When she arrived at the emergency room, she had a fever registering one hundred and six degrees and suffered from pain in her back and abdomen. Because of her pregnancy we tested to see whether or not she was in labor. There were no registered contractions so the pain wasn't from premature labor."

"So her pregnancy is okay?" Booth asked and watched as the doctor's expression tightened up.

"Having ruled out labor there was one possibility to seriously consider. Because of the pain, fever, nausea and loss of appetite I diagnosed her with appendicitis. We took her into surgery immediately."

"So she's okay, right? I mean you removed her appendix and now she's fine, right?"

"Mr. Booth, you must understand that appendicitis during pregnancy is extremely dangerous. In most cases if the appendix ruptures the mother, child or both will die."

"So what are you saying?"

"Temperance's appendix had ruptured which is why her fever spiked so high, but unfortunately we were unable to save the baby."

Booth's knees buckled and he struggled to stay on his feet even as his stomach dropped out. He took a few deep breaths to steady his nerves but it wasn't happening. She couldn't have lost the baby, not when she wanted him so badly. He closed his eyes for a moment desperately trying to regain his equilibrium. His thoughts went back to a month and a half earlier when he and Temperance were looking at the ultrasound pictures from her appointment.

"So it's a boy huh?" He asked, grinning as he looked at the grainy image. Temperance smiled and nodded, her excitement obvious.

"I was thinking of the name Mossimo."

"Oh come on Bones, give the kid a good strong name like Joseph or Thomas or I don't know… Mark."

"I am not giving him a biblical name, and what's wrong with my name choice?"

"With a name like that, the kid's gonna get teased in school."

"I don't care, I like the name." She set her jaw stubbornly and looked at him, challenge in her eyes. Booth held up his hands in surrender as she smirked.

"Hey, I'm just looking out for his best interests, but if you like the name then Mossimo it is." Booth gulped past the lump in his throat and looked at the doctor.

"Has she been told about the baby yet?"

"No, she's just come out of surgery. She'll be informed when she wakes up."

"Listen, I need to be the one to tell her."

"I understand. We'll also be in touch regarding Baby Boy Brennan's remains." Booth clenched and unclenched his hands before swinging to look at the doctor.

"His name is Mossimo, okay?" When the doctor nodded, Booth looked relieved and followed him to Brennan's room. His heart squeezed when he saw her asleep in the hospital bed. She looked so innocent and untroubled as she slept. His heart broke as he sat bedside and took her hand. For now she slept, but when she woke up he'd have to bring a nightmare to her.