If it looks like it came out of last nights episode it did. I also can't claim Booth's strange feelings about pudding.
It was a small act, just enough to comfort a friend. She knew how Booth felt about hospitals, they both had spent far to much time in them over the years. And she knew from personal experience how trying it could be when it was the person you loved that was recovering. She had done the only thing she could think of that still fit within the platonic boundaries he had set for them. Upon arriving at the hospital she had stopped in the cafeteria and procured two cups of pudding.
It was just pudding. It held no deeper meaning, no suggestive content that she could contrive. It was simply one friend, trying to comfort another in a time of need.
It was just pudding she had reasoned with herself. Everyone likes it, perhaps it will make Hannah feel better post-op. She knew he didn't like hospitals and she had hoped this small gesture would be enough to remind him that she was still here. That she still cared. Not that any of that mattered clearly. It wasn't to open his heart and his home, share his life here in the states and save hers while overseas.
It was all she could do to not drop the cups on the floor as she approached Hannah's room and heard the two of them talking.
Booth and Hannah, catching the person that had shot her. Together. The words hit her with enough force to be a gunshot and it was all she could do not to crumple to the floor.
She had given up their late nights, their drinks after cases and their comfortable banter in the car. She had accepted and assisted Hannah in settling into Booth's life, thinking that if he could move on and have this happiness the hole in her own heart would slowly start to shrink.
But it wasn't enough for him to replace her in his heart and thoughts he had to replace her in their partnership as well.
She passed the pudding off to the nurse striding towards the room, blindly gesturing towards the room as if the confused woman would know what to do with the now offensive containers of desert. She blindly made her way to the staircase, not willing to wait for the elevator in case it took to long. It was all she could do to will the tears not to fall as she gasped for breath in the staircase.
She wanted to pinch herself to wake from this nightmare. Pull herself from this life she had willingly chose to drown herself in. but that was the rub she had chosen this for herself and now she had no choice but to accept it. Pain was the inevitable part of love, the only part she had really come to know. The one part she had hoped to avoid by pushing Booth away.
As the anthropologist grasped at reason in the staircase, a confused nurse stepped into the room of the pretty journalist with the very attentive boyfriend. She passed the pudding off to him, noting the look of boyish gleam in his eyes as she began to check the woman's vitals.
"That's from that pretty Dr. of yours that was around earlier" she said distractedly, "she took off pretty fast but I think she was bringing them for you two."
Neither woman knew how to comprehend the shock, anger and despair that swept across the normally collected features of one FBI special Agent at the nurse's words. After all it was just pudding.
Just a little character analysis on Brennan, a "what if" piece if you will. Because that bit with Booth wanting to go out chasing bad guys with Hannah absolutely crushed my heart last night. And I can only imagine what it would have done to my favorite forensic anthropologist. :(