Digging Your Own Grave
Bones and Hodgins have been kidnapped by the Gravedigger. When Booth and the team save them he has to deal with some complicated emotions. And Bones has to come to some startling realisations of her own.
"Hey Bren." Angela chirped as she stepped into Dr Temperance Brennan's office. She flopped down on the comfy couch opposite the desk with a sigh.
The good doctor, however, had not noticed her. She was absorbed with the file in front of her.
"Sweetie?" Angela prodded. Now that she thought about it, Brennan did look exhausted.
"Oh, hello Angela. I was reading over Zach's report on the Grave Digger. I didn't hear you come in."
"You look like you went on a three day bender in Tijuana with a rakishly rugged cabana boy known by the locals as Tuna. What are you doing here?" Angela exclaimed, quickly jumping up to hug her friend.
"I don't know what that means. I take it you think I look sleep deprived and dehydrated." Brennan gratefully sat back down, running a shaky hand over her weary eyes.
"Yes, that's exactly what I meant to say," Angela teased sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Please tell me you weren't home alone last night! Not after everything that happened. You should have called me, Brennan. I'm sure Hodgins would have understood. He spent the night, by the way. But you shouldn't have been alone. I would have thought that the hospital would keep you overnight."
"I wasn't alone," Brennan broke in. "My wounds were superficial so the hospital had no reason to admit me. Also, I am perfectly capable of being home alone."
"Honey, did you not hear me? Hodgins spent the night."
"I did hear you. I don't know what I am supposed to say. I suppose, anthropologically speaking, it is common for humans to seek comfort after a trauma. The flight or fight instinct in the human male often manifests itself as sexual arousal. I presume Hodgins sought comfort in you, as you are the most likely candidate. You being attracted to him, reciprocated due to your own need for comfort caused by the trauma of your perceived loss of Hodgins."
"Way to kill the romance of the moment, Bren." Angela grinned, sitting down again. "Hang on! If you weren't alone, who was with you?" she gave an impatient cough when she got no reply. Brennan had buried her nose in the open report again. "Brennan," she urged.
"Booth was with me." Came the matter of fact reply.
"Booth slept at your place? Ooh! Give me all the dirty details." Angela moved to the guest chair and pulled it closer to the desk.
"No. He didn't sleep at my house." Off Angela's frown of confusion. "He took me back to his place. I believe his exact words were "this way I can keep an eye on you and still get to sleep in my own bed." I personally don't understand why he thought he needed to keep an eye on me." She closed the report, resigning herself to the fact that she was going to have to have this out with Angela.
"Of course you don't, sweetie. So. You slept with Booth." Angela couldn't keep the grin from her face.
"There was no intercourse, Angela. I believe he was sexually aroused but as far as I know there was no ejaculation. He may have left the room while I was asleep. I slept. As far as I am aware, so did he."
Angela was shaking her head. Sometimes Brennan could be too literal, and could totally miss the point of situations.
"Honey, he totally wants you. Why cant you see that?" She moved to stand up.
"I don't know what you mean, Ange. How can you discern that he 'wants' me from my staying at his place."
"Bren, you are totally clueless. 'He was sexually aroused', 'as far as I know there was no ejaculation'. Why do you think he was aroused?" She sighed at Brennan's confused expression. "Have a think, sweetie. I'm going to leave you with this one for a bit. You need to open your eyes. Booth is a honey and he is totally in love with you."
"Angela, love is merely -"
"Yeah I know. Love is just a chemical reaction in the brain and all that. But not to guys like Booth. He's a heart man. Think about it. You'll see soon enough."
With that Angela left Brennan's office. Brennan sat at her desk trying to read the files she had previously been studying. But her mind was reeling over Angela's statement. Booth in love with her. How could Angela possibly have come to that conclusion?