Chapter 2

Brennan stretched out her arms, a satisfied sigh escaping her. She'd finally slept, and when she woke up, she was snuggled up against Booth, nuzzling his chest. "Booth, wake up," she insisted, nudging his body. The clock on the bedside table now read 7:52 A.M. Brennan quickly got out of the bed, smacking Booth's exposed leg a little harsher than necessary, causing him to spasm slightly and jolt awake.

"Ah, geez, Bones!" Booth protested, rubbing his tired eyes. "What's the big emergency? Your cupcakes are in the cupboard."

Brennan chuckled, shaking her head. "No, we're both going to be late if we don't leave soon."

Booth nodded, nearly falling out of bed. "Okay, fine. Fine, fine, fine. I'll be up in a minute."

In a matter of five minutes, Brennan was all primed and ready for the morning, while Booth stood lazily in the bedroom, buttoning up his suit. Brennan was wearing slim-fit maternity jeans, a large cardigan, and a loose-fitting pink shirt, with black boots and a warm winter jacket. D.C. winters were unforgiving. Booth just put on a leather jacket, gloves, and boots, and he walked out of the apartment, Brennan quickly following, her cupcakes in hand. The ride over to the Jeffersonian was uneventful and quiet, yet peaceful, just as their car rides had always been. Unlike before, their banter was non-existent, for the most part. As he pulled up in front of the Jeffersonian fifteen minutes later, he stared at Brennan in silent admiration as she gathered her things together. Pregnancy gave her a glow that Booth couldn't keep his eyes off of.

"Is something wrong, Booth?" Brennan asked, "You seem to lose your focus when I'm around."

Booth shrugged. "I hadn't noticed."

Brennan nodded, smiling shyly. "If you insist. I'll call you if we get a case."

"Huh, Bones, you know what? I'll bring lunch over. I'll be here around 12:30."

Slightly confused, she nodded in silent agreement. It wasn't unlike Booth to be around Brennan, now that she was carrying his child, but he hadn't spent a lot of lunch hours with her. He had spent other times with her, but it was a rare occurance. They glanced at each other, knowing what to order. "Thai food?" They said in unison. Before Brennan exited Booth's SUV, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She smiled to herself at that as she walked into the lab.

"Dr. Brennan," Cam said, strutting in with her usual swagger, "We have a case. Young female found under the ice at Cheasapeake Bay. Hodgins, Angela, and Wendell are at the scene right now. They should be back in about an hour."

"Is that all?" Brennan asked, setting her things down at her desk.

Cam leaned against the doorframe, pointing confusingly at the box of cupcakes sitting on her desk. "Well...uh, no. I think that's it. When they get back, you can examine the bones. Until then, you can...eat cupcakes."

"I believe I should be out in the field, Dr. Saroyan." Brennan called as Cam began to walk out the door.

"Dr. Brennan, it's not really my place to intervene, but I understand you're perfectly capable of doing your job. But you're carrying a child; Seeley's child. It's not my business in the least, but you're both my friends and I don't want to see you get hurt." Cam replied sternly.

That settled it for Brennan. Since she had revealed her pregnancy to the rest of the team, things hadn't changed, not until she was really starting to show. Around month four or five, she started staying out of the field, as Cam didn't want anything to happen. Despite her cold demeanor to Brennan, Cam was nearly always acting out of thought for others. So Brennan nodded in agreement, and Cam headed out, ready for the day's work.

Wendell, Angela, and Hodgins arrived soon after, a body encased in a block of ice behind them as the walked into the Jeffersonian. Brennan gingerly slipped on her barely-fitting lab coat as she greated the squintern-of-the-week.

"Hello, Mr. Bray."

Wendell replied with a certain sunny exterior, "Hey, Dr. B! How's little Dr. B doing today?" He gestured slightly to Brennan's tummy.

"I...don't know what you mean."

"The baby, Dr. Brennan," Cam cut in, "Wendell was curious of how the baby is."

"Oh." Brennan smiled awkardly to herself, and glanced at Wendell, walking up to the forensic platform. "I went for an ultrasound last week - and while I can not see her bone structure or facial attributes, I've concluded she will most likely be aesthetically pleasing."

Cam and Wendell glanced at each other, trying to contain their small chuckles. "So you're saying your daughter will be cute?"

"Yes, that is what I said." Brennan replied, walking around the body."The...body is completely preserved in ice."

Wendell nodded. "Isn't it rad?" Cam and Brennan both glanced at him with questioning expressions. "I mean...interesting."

"I'd imagine that since the bones are completely encased in ice - that I'd estimate is about a foot in width - you'll have to melt it down until we can examine the bones. Hodgins can do that and collect particulates from the water. In the mean time," Brennan snapped off her glove and began to walk away, "Try and x-ray the body."

Before Wendell could say anything, Brennan was off to bone storage for further examination for a colleague in cultural anthropology. Hodgins was in his office, laughing with Angela, when Wendell came in, holding a hair dryer.

"Hey, Wendell!" Angela said, quickly standing to give Wendell a hug. "Been a while, huh?"

"Yeah, it has. How's your kid?"

"Great," Angela said, walking to the door, "I gotta get back to trying to do a facial reconstruction. I'll see you."

Wendell nodded and smiled, holding up the hair dryer and turning to Hodgins. "Ready for an experiment?"

"How is melting a frozen body with a large hair dryer an 'experiment'?" Hodgins asked, tucking his hands in the pocket of his lab coat.

Wendell shrugged. "We could always find another way."

Hodgins chuckled. "Oh, I'm in. But don't get any ideas, I'm still King of The Lab."

[A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading. Also, the case of the guy in the ice will be carried on for the next few chapters. I'll try not to make it last too long.]