That's What Friends Are For- Rated t+/m (fluffersmutter!), written by BrainySmurf0302

Tomorrow. XP I hate the thing called real life that keeps me from writing. XP Sorry.

Hello! Babysitting WhenInRome's small siblings. Two year old boy and Six year old girl. Oh my.
They in bed now, so... time to type.
This is the other two pages. I'm not on my computer, so hopefully this saves.
I might be able to post tomorrow, but I have no clue. I'm gonna be gone from tuesday night to sunday night.
Anyways... Here's the next two pages of the chapter, sorry if it's short.
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Booth could feel her stare from across the room, in the dark. It was about one in the morning, and she should have been fast asleep. If he believed in sixth senses (which he sometimes did), he would have thought she had one for his presence. Strange.

Angela was fast asleep, her left arm draped over Bones' side. Her right hand was fisted in her friend's hair. There was a slight glow from the clock on the night stand and the door of the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom.

Carefully, so as not to disturb Angela, Booth climbed into bed. He could hear Bones’ sigh as she settled back into the bed. Copying her movements, Booth fidgeted until he found a comfortable position. About to fall asleep, he heard one whisper.

“I need to talk to you in the morning. Don’t worry, though. Go to…sleep.” She mumbled, her head unable to turn to face Booth because of Angela’s vice-like grip on her hair.

The morning came quicker than expected, the sunlight peeking through the shades in the bedroom. Temperance Brennan hadn’t always awoken with the sun. Before her parents left, she had been able to sleep until noon. A typical teenager.

Afterwards, being shuffled around from home to home, sometimes it was a good thing to rise before all of the others. It saved her many undeserved punishments that were the cause of the frustration of her foster parents. Even when she had finally gotten out of the system, the habit had stayed with her. Occasionally, she had been able to sleep in after stressful days. Those days, they were rare.

Angela had finally let go of her hair (she had an annoying thing of doing that in her sleep). Gently easing herself out from under her friend’s arm, she noticed that Booth wasn’t in bed. He had come in very early in the morning. The paperwork pile on his desk must have been monstrous. Temperance felt a rush of sympathy for him.

She found him in the kitchen, sitting at the table and drinking his coffee. A cup of coffee was at the seat where she usually sat. Smiling, Tempe sat down.
“Thanks, Booth.”

“You’re welcome, Bones.” He paused for a moment. “You said something about needing to talk to me, last night?”

Tempe nodded in agreement, downing about half of her coffee before beginning. And, to be honest, she didn’t really know how to start.

“I…uhmm. Well, I don’t know if you saw the pregnancy tests. I’m not sure if I’m pregnant or not.” She began awkwardly, the weight of her words falling on Booth’s thoughts. “One was positive, one negative. My period’s late by two days… but that could be a hormonal fluctuation due to my medicine and the stress my body has been undergoing.”

In his mind, Booth’s thoughts were running a mile a minute, trying to process what she had told him and come up with something appropriate to say.

“Were you on birth control?” he finally managed to ask.

“No, that’s what is bothering me. And… I don’t know if… if I am… if it’s yours. Or his.” She answered, her eyes brimming with moisture. “I guess I’ll take another test. I… I’m scared, Seeley.”

He could see the fear in her eyes, and knew how much it meant for her, Temperance Brennan, to admit she was afraid. Booth felt scared for her, too. But it was too early to jump into pessimistic conclusions. This was not what the squint squad would refer to as an educated scientific conclusion.


Brennan studied him for his reaction. She had been afraid that sharing this with him would make him frustrated with her. Instead, he seemed to be as visibly shaken as she was. He stood up, moved over to her, and picked her up onto her feet, wrapping her in a tight embrace.

Surprisingly, she didn’t tense up like she had been doing the past week or so. Tempe melted into his arms. Booth kissed her tenderly on her forehead.

“It’ll be alright, Bones. I know it. Well, I don’t know it, but…” He whispered into her hair.

“Let me guess, gut feeling?” Temperance smiled weakly. She had forgotten how safe his arms had made her feel.

“You could call it that.” He replied, releasing his hold on her. “You could call it that.”

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I will almost never doubt Seeley Joseph Booth’s ‘gut feelings’ again , Brennan thought as she stared at the little blue negative sign in relief. She almost laughed, she was so relieved.

It was later in the day, about midafternoon. Angela was in the kitchen cooking, and Booth was at work. He had wanted to stay home, but his monstrous paper pile was only growing and he needed this weekend free in order to take Parker.

Angela turned around to see Temperance in the kitchen with her, a huge grin on her face.
“I’m guessing this is good news?” Angela asked, tentatively when Brennan didn’t speak.

Brennan nodded her head enthusiastically, and stepped over to wrap Angela in an Ohmygodtootight hug. She finally spoke, a happy tear running down her cheek.


“I’m…so relieved.” She spoke. “I… arggh. I’m just happy, okay?” She apparently wasn’t able to express herself. Angela cracked an internal grin at this.

“Shouldn’t you inform a certain FBI agent and total hot ass of the good news?” Angela grinned, looking at Tempe pointedly.

Tempe left the room, having apparently calmed down to some degree, in search of the phone. Finding the telephone, she dialed the first number on speed dial. While she was waiting for the office to transfer her to Booth’s office, she covered the phone with her hand.

“Oh, and Ange? I would appreciate it if you would stop checking out my boyfriend’s ass.” She grinned, then realized her mistake as Angela squealed in the other room.

“Boyfriend! Hah, I knew you’d eventually…” Angela rambled, coming to stand next to her.

“Shh. Let me talk to my boyfriend” Tempe teased as Booth picked up the phone. I don’t think he’s my boyfriend, she thought, slightly surprised by her possessive feelings for him. He’s my Seeley.

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So that's it until next week... Damn. I'm gonna miss you guys. I'll be back, though, so don't worry! Anyways, I hope you all have a wonderful New Year. Q? C? C? let me know what you think!
~Sunnie~ <-the unofficial court jester! just have to ask ...

arggggggggggggggggg noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

I know! I was like that too... You would have blushed, I was cursing at the computer as it died... XD

well have fun and be safe and we will be here waiting for more from you and your story

Ohh, you can't leave us this way!!!!!!
Loved this part. I'm happy that Bones isn't pregnant since it wasn't sure if it would have been from Booth.
Hope you already wrote the next chapter and only have to type it!!!

it died again?
I think something might be really wrong with it.....maybe you should start working with an external harddrive or something (esp for the really important things for school or uni or whatever)

Okay now on to the chapter......
I am relieved that she isn't pregnant.....although I would have loved a BB-baby it would have been too early and they wouldn't have known who's baby it would have been......so I think no baby was a good thing.
And I liked the possessive side of Bones.....A LOT.

Have a great New Year!

Thank god she isn't pregnant. And i love a possessive Brennan, always good!

I'm BAAAACCCKKK I missed you guys!
I'll probably post tomorrow.
Because although I tried, I didn't get alot of writing done
Hope you all had a wonderful new year's!
One of my resolutions is to write two more tories after this one.... hehehe.
Would you like that?
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<- I like this one... very suited to the fic.

Oooooooooh, more of your stories are always good!

Look forward to the next chappie!

Sorry this is late... I got caught up in By Any Means Necessary over on FanFic.net.
You understand, right?
I hope you all had a great new years.
Well, now that I'm finally typing...
I'll give you your chappie so you'll be happy!
Haha, I rhyme. how original.
This one is medium size. three pages.ENJOY!

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Chapter 18; Back to work.

The familiar sounds of the Jeffersonian calmed her nerves as Angela sat in her chair, facing Cam. Her attention was unfocused, and her eyes wandered every which way as Cam gave her a brief overview of the past couple of weeks.

“Are you all set, Angela?” Cam asked, noting her colleague’s lack of focus.

“Yes. I’ll begin the reconstruction after lunch, I have to catch up on some of this paperwork.”

Cam stepped towards Angela, and gave her a quick hug.

“Glad to have you back. If you need me, you know where to find me.” She mentioned, stepping out of the office.

Angela sighed, and sat down, opening the dreaded paperwork files. Today is going to be a long day.

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Temperance Brennan sat not 50 feet away, reviewing all of the files that were just delivered to her. The squint squad had a new case, a murder of an Emilia Reid, age 7. She had been adopted from the foster care system at the age of three. Her adoptive father was missing, and what was even more disturbing was that her little sister was missing too. Her adoptive mother was in custody.

Her sister was Cait Reid, a foster child like her sister. She was adopted as a newborn when her sister was, making her four years old now. In two weeks it would be her 5th birthday.

Child cases always made Bones feel angry. What kind of person could take the life of an innocent child? And where was Cait right now? She was probably scared as all hell and confused as to why her “Daddy” took her away from her familiar surroundings.

Her father.

He was what Booth had called the “creeper” type. Matthew Lemeux was an unemployed, stay-at-home father. He didn’t have a lot of friends, and the ones he had were just like him. His wife, Laurel, was interviewed earlier by Booth, and she had been away for the weekend at her job, coming back to an empty house. She had seemed panicked. Laurel worked two jobs after Matthew lost his (at one of the local car dealers) in order to keep the family afloat.

Her brain processed this information, looking over the reports, findings, etc. She had seen the body earlier today, the team had determined that the girl had been beaten before being killed. The body had been found near one of the factories, in a plastic bag under a nearby bridge. Bones didn’t tell anyone, but she had gone to the bathroom and cried. She found that she had been unusually emotional lately, and hoped it wouldn’t impede her ability to work efficiently.

Brennan looked at the clock and sighed. Today was going to be a long day.

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Cait looked around her, curious. Her Daddy had taken them to the ice cream store, and that was great and all, but where were they going? Not home. Home was the other way.

“Daddy? Are Mommy and Emmie back from their trip yet? Where are we going? Is it a surprise?” Cait interrogated, as only a four year old could.

Her father sat quiet in the front seat. For a second, his face was angry, but smoothed over in a cold mask. He looked straight ahead as he answered his daughter.

“No, Mommy and Emmie aren’t back, Caity-girl. And yes, it is a surprise. Now please be quiet so Daddy can focus on driving.” He responded, cooly.

The little girl was quiet as she wondered what the surprise was. Maybe they were going to get a new house. Mommy was always talking about the house. Emmie would like that. She thought. Her older sister was always complaining to her that she wanted a room with a lock. There could be one at the new house. And she would let Emmie have it, because she would be happier then and not so serious all the time. Then they could play dolls and stuff. That would be fun.

Or maybe they were going to meet Mommy and Emmie, and go on a mini vacation for her birthday. After all, it was in two weeks. That would be almost as good as a new house!

Caity kept pondering what the surprise was as the car got further and further from the bridge where Emilia had been found. There would be no new house. Or mini vacations. But of course, Cait didn’t know that. Innocence of small children can be astounding sometimes.
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I know it's sort shortish-looking...
I think maybe this will be done by beginning of march. Then.. A NEW ONE! Yayness.
Feedback feeds writeyness as always!
XOXOOXOXOXOXOXOXO O.o
~Sunnie ~

Well, i really liked that chapter, but didn't if u know what i mean.

Brilliantly written as usual, but not looking forward to Caity's body beinf found next. Guess thats gonna happen, what with her creepy DAD!!

I really hope they'll find Cait before something can happen to her.
Can't wait for more!

One little girl is enough....
but so cute to mention that Bones acutally cried!!

Can't wait to read more!!

Aww, thanks you people <3
I should be updating later today, soo....
Look forward to this... I am. Busy week ahead. I'll try to update AMAP (As MUCH as possible). Goodnight (morning?)!