What He Knows,What he Doesn't

All he could really remember was the pain he'd felt against his back and the blood he could feel running down it. He could remember the tears that stung his eyes and the scream of terror that was stuck in his throat as the whip had continued it's motion against his back. At the time,he hadn't understood what he'd done to deserve it. He didn't know how the people he was supposed to trust could hurt him so badly. He still didn't understand it. As a psychologist for the FBI's most succesful partners FBI Agent,Seeley Booth and Forensic Antropoligist and Best Selling Author Temperance Brennan and with being a profiler,he'd looked into the eyes of killers,he'd heard about Booth and Brennan's past cases and yet he still couldn't understand it. He was almost twenty three years old now and yet he still...didn't...get..it. Why were some kids so mistreated and abused while others didn't have to experience the darkness that their world held? What made some kids more deserving of love and affection than others?

If he were being honest,his past was the main reason why he took a job as a psychologist,it was why he'd tried to get Dr Brennan and Agent Booth to open up about their past. He saw it this way,if he could help them,save them by having those two strong,brilliant,stubborn people deal with their past---then maybe he'd finally be able to heal himself. It never worked. Brennan and Booth had refused to open up about any of it. Until tonight that is. He'd been shocked when they'd appeared in his office to ask if he wanted to head to Booth's place to eat dinner with them and Gordon Gordon.

He'd turned down the invitation,claiming he had work to do. Booth had acted as if he accepted that and turned slightly---until Dr Brennan spoke. The words like a dam that was ready to burst as she told them about the foster parents who'd locked her in the trunk of a car for breaking a dish because the water was hot and the soap was too slippery. She'd told them that she'd been locked in that trunk for two whole days. He could recall Booth lowering his voice as he looked at her with concern and asking her what she was doing. Sweets could also recall her mentioning scars on the back.

Sweets had inquired about that,feeling confused and slightly suspicious.

Brennan had admitted that she'd seen the scars on the stage at the Death Metal concert.

He'd commented that it was so unlike her to which she'd replied that she still hated psychology before she'd turned to Booth and told him that it was his turn to share.

The agent had refused at first until she'd looked at him with glistening blue eyes and made him admit that he would've killed himself as a child if it weren't for his grandfather. It was obvious that he was telling her moreso than Sweets,not that the psychologist had a problem with it because as he watched them. Booth's concern and Brennan's confirmation that she was as she put his hankerchief back in his jacket pocket. Sweets had watched as Booth placed his hand on his chest where Brennan's hand had been and he knew. He finally understood what Wyatt had meant when he said that one of the two partners struggled with their feelings daily.

As he'd left his office with them he knew he understood them more and that he was important to them and he did belong. He still didn't understand what he did to deserve being whipped as a child,or what Brennan did to deserve being locked in a trunk or what Booth and Jared did to deserve their father's rage---but he understood his patients just a little more.

The End