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Finding Bones	By : MariaTeresaQuintanar Category: 1 through F > Bones Views: 2697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My apologies to one and all! Real life being as it is got in the way. Usually I'm far better about posting than I have with this story. As I don't know what will happen and I'll be posting most, if not all, of the story within the next few days. Thank you for your patience. Enjoy and review if you so choose.
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Chapter Ten

            Quietly, Maggie went about making tea, while all the others in the galley with her were wondering just why. That is until a boisterous, beautiful blond man with a dazzling smile came into the galley.
            “Maggie!” he crowed, rushing over to her and hugging her. “You are as stunning a woman as ever!”
            “Pattie! You charmer!” she said smiling. “Oh I have missed you!”
            “Let me look at you!” He stepped back. “Cleo did mention something about your clothes not fitting. I brought some clothing with me that are your size.” He handed her the duffle he had with him.
            “I thought you were in California!” she said, putting the clothes down to deal with later.
            “The C.B.I. had this thing that they had to attend here on the east coast,” he told her, as he went over and took up the tea she just poured for him. “We managed to wrangle a favor…”
            “You’ve always known how to wheedle,” she murmured teasingly, making him grin slyly.
            “That I have, my dear,” he answered, sipping on his tea. “Anyway, long story short, here I am…”
            “Jane!” came a call of an irate woman from outside.
            “Along with your co-workers from the sound of it,” she stated to which he could only shrug and nod.
            “I was truly worried about you, Maggie,” he said quietly. “It’s not like you to drop off the map like you did. And to say you went to Alaska?” Both of them just shivered. “You can’t stand that place any more than I can.”
            “I told you it was fucking freezing there,” she echoed. “And in winter too? Ouch.”
            “Ouch in deed,” he said just as Teresa Lisbon joined them in the galley. “Lisbon! Come over and meet my cousin, Maggie. You two met before on the phone.”
            “Agent Lisbon, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” Maggie said, walking over and shaking her hand. “We have coffee, if you’re interested?”
            “That would be lovely, but we really have to go.” The petite detective glared at Jane, who was grinning at her over his tea cup. “Jane, this was supposed to be a demonstration of equipment, not a family visit!”
            “Oh Pattie,” she said, turning to him and looked a bit disappointed that he was leaving so soon. “You can’t stay a bit longer?”
            Sighing he told her, “No, I can’t, but you must invite Lisbon and myself to your wedding. I was shocked to learn when Cleo told me that you were going to have a proper church wedding.” He looked over to Walter. “It’s about time, young man.” That had Maggie rolling her eyes.
            “For heaven sake, Patrick, next to Brennan here you’re one of the biggest atheists I know!” Maggie snapped. “You couldn’t care one way or the other about a church wedding and I know it.” This had Patrick laughing, as he took her into a big hug.
            “But you do, little bit.” He pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. “When your business is finished, call me,” he whispered to her. “Okay?”
            “Okay,” she whispered, kissing both of his cheeks. “Love you, cousin.”
            “Love you right back,” he murmured, kissing her temple.
            He went over to Walter pulling him back outside, growling at him, “I swear if you don’t do right by her, what Little Cleo threatens to do to you will have nothing on what I’ll do to you.”
            “Jane!” Lisbon hissed at him. “What are you doing?”
            “What any family member would upon figuring out that his relative that he cares about dearly is pregnant,” he muttered, pushing a stunned looking man away from him. “You didn’t know? She was the only one in there not drinking the whiskey…Hmm, she must have just figured it out. Interesting. Don’t tell her I told you.”
            Walter shook his head no. “I won’t. You didn’t show up just to give her some clothes, did you?”
            Jane was quiet a moment. “I couldn’t get a hold of her for eight months. The last time anything like that happened, she was badly hurt in the hospital when I did finally locate her. I just wanted to make sure she was okay.”
            “She’s getting there,” Walter murmured. “Pregnant, huh?” Rolling his eyes towards heaven he complained, “I’m going to have to marry her in a church.”
            This had Jane laughing to himself. He’d pay good money to see that wedding. The two were already proving to be more entertaining than he even figured possible!
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            Bright and early the next morning, bells were rung at seven alerting the crew and passengers.
            “It’s too damn soon to wake up,” Walter muttered against Maggie’s ear. “Sleep.”
            “What day is it?” she mumbled, not awake enough to recall the day of the week.
            “Sunday.”
            “Mass,” she muttered, getting up. “Have a half an hour to get ready. Hope there’s a decent dress in the bag Pattie left.”
            “No!” he groaned. “I’m not going!”
            “Then don’t go,” she told him. “I’ll pray for both of us like I usually do.” She found a simple dress that would do for church and said, “But given our track record, having you as wing man in the prayer department couldn’t hurt.”
            “Noted,” he stated, watching her covertly as she dressed. “Why weren’t you drinking last night?”
            “I’m getting like this little buzz in my head,” she told him. “The last time I had that buzz, I was pregnant with Willa.” Maggie looked over to him. “I’m not sure I’m pregnant. It’s early days yet. But if I am, are you going to be okay with that?”
            He went over to her, kissing her lips lightly. “I’m more than okay with that.”
            Hugging him, she murmured, “I love you, Walter.”
            “I love you, Magdalena.” With one last kiss, she went off to let Booth know about the church services that were going to be happening shortly.
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            In the end the only two not attending the service were Brennan and Walter, both choosing to sleep in rather than go to a meeting that represented something neither believed in. After the service there was a buffet breakfast for everyone. By that time Walter was up. He served himself a large plate of food, putting it between himself and Maggie as was their custom for the morning meals.
            “That’s herbal tea, right?” Walter asked her.
            “Yes.”
            It was by the time he told her, “You need to eat more,” that he had the attention of most all of them at the table.
            “I’ll do my best,” she replied. “Bacon?”
            “Yes, here have some.” He handed it to her. “Eat.”
            It was Booth who asked, “Is she?”
            “She suspects she is,” Walter answered, he filled a fork for her. “A little of everything.” He fed it to her, as Booth left the room.
            “Suspects she is what?” Brennan asked, looking confused.
            “That she’s pregnant, sweetie,” Angie told her. “Are you sure?”
            “It’s only been a couple of days,” Maggie muttered, trying to block another bite of food. “Let me finish this one!” She swallowed, glaring at Walter. “Back off. I’ll eat. I swear to it. But don’t push me on this!” Sipping on her tea, she went on to say to the others, “Like I said, I suspect, but as it’s only been a couple of days there is a chance that I could be wrong.”
            “Are you ever wrong?” Angie asked her.
            “Never ask me for directions anywhere,” she told her. “Other than that, I can’t think of a time I have been. But as I haven’t had the dream yet, it’s not a done deal, as it were.”
            “Determining pregnancy through a dream is highly inaccurate a test of it being so,” Brennan said.
            “It could be your subconscious telling you of a change in your body that your consciousness isn’t aware of,” Sweets suggested.
            “Heaven help us from the pragmatic for they will always shut the door in the face of the possibility of the extraordinary,” Maggie said, only to have Walter put another bite of food into her mouth. She was about to snap at him when she went still. Swallowing the food, she muttered, “Change of course?” She looked to Walter. “We’re going east?”
            “West,” he muttered. “Towards the shore.”
            Maggie had a hard time swallowing her next bite of food. “Booth changed our course. He’s taking us to get married in a church.”
            “Who’s getting married?” Max asked as he joined them for breakfast.
            “Booth is making sure Walter and I take our vows in a church,” Maggie said. “We took the vows and we could have waited. But I got this buzz going on in my head and the last time that happened I was pregnant with Willa.”
            “Excellent!” Max cried. “I love weddings!” He looked directly to Brennan. “I love them a lot.”
            Brennan only rolled her eyes, but said nothing as this was an old argument between them.
            “It’s Sunday,” Angie stated. “Won’t all the churches be too busy today to handle a wedding?”
            The feeling of being overwhelmed hit Maggie in that moment. Quietly she slipped into Walter’s arms, tucking her head under his. His muscular arms went around her, as he began to rock her gently.
            Jack leaned closer to his wife and asked, “Ange, is he humming to her?”
            “Yeah,” she breathed, turning to face him. “ ‘You are My Sunshine’.”
            By the time he was finished humming, Maggie was smiling.
            “Jack?” Maggie asked, looking into her husband’s eyes. “Can you video or film the wedding?”
            “Of course!” he answered, beaming.
            “Angie, can your son be my ring barer?”
            “Yes!” she cried clapping her hands.
            “Temperance, can your daughter be the flower girl?”
            “Yes. But you must know that I find this to be an antiquated ritual and…”
            “Yes, I know,” Maggie said, cutting her off. “But this is going to be my proper church wedding and that is special to me. Please try to respect that, Brennan.”
            “Of course,” she said. “It’s absolutely obscene how backwards marriage is, but I comprehend how it is important to you.”
            “Oh Temperance,” Maggie murmured, sounding sad and a little disappointed. “Hunger of a village for the want of food during a drought that is obscene. Mass murder due to an idea of trying to create a supposedly perfect race that’s obscene. Wanting to have my life linked to Walter’s and his to mine as some of my new friends watch on is a blessing. Your history may have you shunning the thought or practice of marriage, but sooner or later Booth is going to want proof of the loyalty you hold within your heart for him. Are you willing to lose the man you love, because you’re too busy labeling things incorrectly to take note of just what you said no to?”
            Maggie left the room complaining that Brennan made her weary.
            “Alright! We’re going to shore! We’re finding a church.” Booth announced. But then he noticed the mood in the room. “What?”
            Walter stood up, taking up the plate. “I may not believe in God, Brennan. And hell, there are times I only consider marriage a well binding contract. But I believe in that woman you just insulted, and that’s enough for me to do this for her. You may not have meant to, but you did.” He clenched his jaw, looking at the food she had hardly touched. “If I can’t get her to eat now because she’s too upset, you and I will be having words.”

TBC...
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