When I fall

By Iana

"I want to be wild and bold enough to run with you , my baby
I want to skip time lay the hours aside and stay with you , my baby"

Angela rushed through the doors of the hospital in such a haggard state that a nurse came towards her with a wheelchair, thinking she was giving birth. Dismissing the woman impatiently, she wobbled towards the reception area as best as she could with a seven month pregnant belly ahead of her.

"My name is Angela Montenegro, someone called me about a Temperance Brennan? I'm her next of kin."

The nurse nodded and typed quickly on the computer. "I'll page Dr. Hawthorne to come talk to you, Mrs. Montenegro."

"Can you tell me what's going on? Was it an accident?"

"The doctor will explain everything to you, m'am. I'm not authorized to divulge patient information."

Angela huffed and wobbled towards the waiting area. Managing to lower herself into one of the plastic chairs successfully, she grabbed her cell and dialed Jack's number. Despite the tension, she smiled when he answered.

"Hey, sweetie! Everything is fine. Jack, can you come over to Washington Hospital? No! I'm not having the baby now; someone called me here and asked me to come. Something about Brennan, I'm scared, Jack. Ok, see you soon. Love you."

She was placing the phone back in her purse when a petite, green eyed woman came towards her with a tight smile. "Mrs. Montenegro?" Angela jumped up as best as a seven month pregnant woman could and shook the doctor's hand.

"I'm Doctor Hawthorne, how are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine, doctor. I don't understand why I've been called here, though. Was Brennan in an accident? Is she okay?"

Dr. Hawthorne sighed, whishing she didn't have to give such news to a pregnant woman.

"Mrs. Montenegro, Dr. Brennan gave entry today at 3AM in critical state. She overdosed on sleeping pills."

Angela's face went pale as wax and she wobbled.

The doctor grabbed her arm and lowered her to the chair. "I'm sorry to deliver such news like this. Do you want me to call someone for you?"

Angela shook her head, eyes closed to dispel the awful light-headed feeling.

"No, I already called my husband, he's on his way. Doctor, how's she? What happened?"

"Mrs. Montenegro, for what we could gather from the paramedics, the night guard at the Jeffersonian found her in her office, passed out with a bottle of sleeping pills next to her, so he called an ambulance. We were able to pump most of the medication but she's in suicide watch for now. Mrs. Montenegro, I don't like Dr. Brennan's condition. She's underweight, sleep deprived and clearly depressed. Her file said she had a miscarriage last month as psychological monitoring was recommended. Do you know if she was seeing someone about that miscarriage?"

Angela stared at the doctor in shock. "Miscarriage? I didn't even know she was pregnant doctor, that's not possible!"

"Well, she was; Five months along, actually. She had a premature delivery and unfortunately the baby was stillborn."

The doctor noted how the other woman hugged her belly with both arms and winced in sympathy. "Mrs. Montenegro, I don't know why she didn't tell you but the truth of the matter is, Dr. Brennan isn't well. She's not talking, she's apathetic and unresponsive to stimuli; she's not eating. I can't release her until I know she's not going to attempt suicide again, do you understand?"

Before Angela could respond, Jack rushed through the hospital doors, face going white at the sight of his wife in tears. "Angie! What happened, are you ok? Is it the baby?" His wife launched herself into his arms, sobbing now. Panicked, he stared at the doctor who quickly explained the situation.

"Good God! Pregnant? Doctor, she went to work with us everyday and we never noticed anything! How's that possible?"

"Mr. Hodgins, sometimes it happens. What we need to concentrate in now is getting her help. Her drug prescription came from a Dr. Lance Sweets. Are you familiar with that name?"

"Yes, he's an FBI psychiatrist. He has sessions with her weekly."

"Good, that's good. He'll need to keep monitoring her when she's released. We'll keep her here for a couple of days and when she's released she can't be alone. Until she's better she'll need to stay with someone.'

"She'll stay with us." Angela said, wiping her eyes and cheeks. "Can we see her?"

"Of course. I think she's sleeping, but you can stay with her for awhile. Mrs. Montenegro, do you think the baby's father needs to be notified? I have a feeling he isn't aware of the miscarriage."

Thinking of Booth and his incredible stupidity, Angela gritted her teeth. She would call him alright. If their world was upside down now, his would be turned 180º degrees in a speed he could never, ever imagine. She would make his cozy, tight little life a living hell. And she hoped to take Hannah for a nice little ride.

"Oh, I'll pay him a visit, don't you worry. Actually, since Brennan is asleep right now, I think I'll go talk to him right away. Don't you think it's best, honey?"

Hodgins rarely got to see his wife in a nasty disposition. Angela was so easy-going and social that it was rare for her to be deliberately mean towards someone. Thinking of what Booth had done, though, he smiled sweetly at her. "Of course, my love. I'll drive!"