She stands in front of the mirror, trying to suck it in. She hears footsteps coming toward her room. She looks up, and finds Michelle in the doorway.

"What are you doing up so early?" Cam questions.

"You throwing things woke me up."


"Having difficulties?" she questions.

"What was your first clue?"

"I don't know. The fact that you're standing in front of the mirror in a dress that clearly isn't going to zip."

"I'm not sure I can get out of it either."

"Why did you put it on?"

"I thought that it would fit. I wore it two weeks ago."

"That was two weeks ago."

"Are you going to lecture me, or help me get out of this dress?"

Michelle rolls her eyes, and then helps Cam get out of her dress.

"I have nothing to wear. There is nothing in that closet that will fit."

"So go shopping. That's your favorite thing to do."

"I don't have time to go shopping before work, and there isn't a single store open this early. I have to go to work. I have to find something to wear."

"So wear jeans."

"Jeans? I've never worn jeans to work. It doesn't matter anyway, I'm sure none of them fit."

"You've got that one pair."

"What one pair?"

"That pair that you bought last year after Christmas just in case."

"They didn't fit, they were too big."

"You were thrilled, remember?"

"I gained five pounds in three weeks," she reminds.

"And then you spent every waking minute at the gym."

"I should be spending every waking minute at the gym now."

"You really think so? You spend at least an hour there a day as it is."

"Michelle please just find me something to wear," Cam insists as she sinks onto the bed.

Michelle ventures into the closet. She tosses clothes on the bed, and then leaves the room. Cam waits for her to return. Michelle returns from her room moments later.

Michelle holds up a pair of black pants, "Here try these."

"Those are your pants."

"We can't all be a size two, and neither are you right now."


"Just put them on!" Michelle insists.

Cam pulls the pants on. She breathes a sigh of relief when they button and zip. Michelle grabs a light blue button up.

"Where was this? I didn't even know I had this."

"It was part of your scarecrow costume last Halloween."

"Right. When you told me that I should be wearing a flannel shirt, not a dress shirt to be a scarecrow."

Cam buttons the shirt. Then she looks down.

"You shouldn't tuck it in," Michelle points out.

"There's not a blazer in there that fits. I can't leave my shirt un-tucked if..."

"What about that one that you just bought?"

"I can't find it," she admits.

Michelle rolls her eyes. She leaves the room, and returns with the blazer.

"Where did you find it?"

"Hanging up, in the laundry room."

"Oh," Cam takes the jacket, and puts it on.

"You should leave before you're late," Michelle points out, looking at the clock.

"You're right. Thank you. Have a good day at school. I don't know when I'll be home."

"Leave the credit card," Michelle insists.

Michelle follows Cam out of her room through the living room into the kitchen. Cam grabs her purse and pulls out a platinum card. She hands it to Michelle.

"Don't worry I know what you like."


"I'll just get a few outfits, enough to last you through the week."

"Ok," Cam agrees.

"Don't forget you have doctor's appointment today at three. I'll call and remind you."

"Sometimes I feel like you're my mother."

"Sometimes I feel that way too," Michelle smiles.

"Love you, see you later," she grabs her keys, and heads out the door.

Temperance is waiting for her on the platform when she arrives.

"Where is everyone?"

"They're not here yet."

"I'm sorry I'm late. I couldn't find anything to wear."

"I understand."

Later that day she finds herself sitting at her desk. Dr. Brennan walks in, and sits down. She looks at Dr. Brennan and it hits her how little the two of them really knew about each other.

"What do you need?" Cam questions.

"You left your phone on the platform," Temperance puts the phone on her desk.


"Michelle called."

"What did she want?"

"I didn't answer it."

"What time is it?"

"Two thirty. Why?"

"Crap. I've got to go. I'll be back in... an hour or so. You're in charge until then."

"Ok," Temperance agrees.

1/2 an hour later: Hodgins approaches Brennan.

"Have you seen Cam?"

"No. Why? Do you need her?"

"Yeah I was going to tell her about the insects that we found on the body."

"She'll be back in a little while."

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know. She had an appointment I think."

"Is she ok?"

"Why do you ask?"

"She just doesn't seem herself lately."

"I think that she's just stressed out," Brennan attempts to cover.

"I don't think so. I can't really put my finger on it, but that's not it."

Brennan has an epiphany.

"I've got to go," she excuses herself.

She scurries away. She finds herself in Angela's office.

"Sweetie are you hiding from someone?"

"I thought that you went to lunch."

"I'm back. What's going on?"

"I can't tell you."

"You can't tell me? Tell me what?"

"I just said that I can't tell you."

"If it's about Cam I already know."

"What are you talking about?"

"What I'm assuming you're talking about."

"What do you assume I'm talking about?"

"You notice things in your way, and I notice them in mine."


"You notice bones moving, and changing. I notice the fact that she crosses her hands over her stomach. I notice that she's wearing looser clothes. That's the sort of stuff I notice."

"Right," Temperance nods.

"She's pregnant. Isn't she?"


"She told you?"

"I confronted her."

"I'm going to pretend like I don't know until she makes an announcement."

"I don't think that she will."

"Why is that?"

"Then everyone will know."


"I don't think she wants him to know."


"The father."

"She told you who it is?"

"No, she refused to tell me."

"So why do you think that is?"

"I think I just figured out who it is."