"Say something," she insists.

"That was just a couple of weeks ago, are you sure?"

"It was five weeks ago, and yes, I'm sure."

"You know..."

She cuts him off, knowing where he's headed, "I ran the blood test myself."

"Oh. How long have you known?"

"I just found out, this morning."

"Which explains why you were sitting in here, in the dark, crying."


"What does this mean?"

"I don't know yet," she admits.


"I don't know what I want to do. I don't know if I can do this. I don't even know if I want to do this."

"You don't want to have it?"

"Honestly, no. I am sure that makes you think that I am a terrible person, but I'm just being honest."

"It's your choice."

"I know that. You don't get one."

"I don't really know what to say here," he admits.

"Whatever you want."

"I think that I should give you some time to think about it," he answers.


"If you need anything, you'll let me know?"

She nods.

"And you'll let me know what you decide?"

"Of course."

"How did this happen?" he questions.

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't we use protection? Aren't you on the pill, or something?"

"I don't know. And, it's not as if I have anyone beating down my door."

"Didn't you lecture Michelle about this, recently?"

"She's a teenager, not... my age."

"I'm sorry."


"That all of this happened."

"You should go."

"I'll leave you alone," he tells her. He flips off the light, when he leaves the room.

Booth approaches, as he leaves her office.

"Is Cam in there?" he asks.


"I just saw you come out of there."

"I was just dropping off my report."

"Her office was unlocked?"

"She must be around here somewhere," he offers.

"What is going on with the two of you? You're both being weird."


"Something, I'll find out what it is."

"I doubt it."

"I know how to make you sing like a bird," Booth reminds him.

"I have nothing to tell," he walks away.

Booth heads into Angela's office. He finds her working on a simulation.

"How's it coming, Ange?"

"I'm not done yet, still working out a few kinks."

"Ok. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," she nods, turning towards him.

"Have you noticed that Sweets, and Cam have been acting weird lately?"

"Lately? The two of them have always acted weird. Are you talking about something specific?"

"I meant weird towards each other?"

"I haven't seen the two of them in the same room, in quite some time, so no."

"Don't you think that, is weird?"

"I don't know," she shrugs.

"You don't think that something happened between them, do you?" he inquires.

"Between who? Cam, and Sweets?"

He nods.

"No. Not in a million years. Why would you think that?"

"I don't know," he shrugs.

"I'll let you know when I get this done," she admits.

"Ok," he nods, and turns to go.

On his way out of Angela's office, he finds Cam heading to the platform, to join Dr. Brennan. He approaches her, stopping her, before she reaches the stairs.

"Are you ok?" he wonders.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

He shrugs, "I don't know. You look tired."

"I'm fine, Seeley."

"Is everything between you, and Sweets ok?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know. The two of you just seem weird lately."

"Weird? This conversation is weird. If you don't mind, I have work to do."

He steps aside, "By all means."

She swipes her badge, and makes her way up the platform. Doctor Brennan, is in the middle of her exam.

"What do you have for me?" Cam asks, pulling on gloves.

Brennan points to the table next to her, "Some organs, and tissue," Brennan tells her.

Cam swallows hard, trying her best to block out the smell of the decomposing body. No one seems to notice.

The following morning, she gets up early in order to make it to her doctor's appointment, before work. She comes out of her room, and finds Michelle sitting in the kitchen.

"What are you doing up so early? Do you have work this morning?" Cam questions.

"You're kidding, right?" Michelle responds.

"What do you mean?"

"Your door was open all night."


"You got up too many times to count. You kept me awake all night."

"Your bedroom is on the other side of the house," Cam comments, "My footsteps are not that loud."

"No, but the sound of you puking your guts up is."

Cam looks at her, in silence. Michelle locks eyes with her.