AN: I don't own Bones. This is my take on what will happen after the Recluse in the Recliner. It is set about three months after Booth was arrested and put into jail. I will explore how Brennan feels, some Sweets/Brennan friendship, house hunting and some moments with Angela along with another AU surprise involving one of the characters.

Spoilers for The Recluse in the Recliner

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I roll over in bed and stretch my arm out. I move my hand along the cold surface on top of the sheets beside me.

Only a few months ago my husband Seeley Booth would be lying beside me. My hand on his thigh and his on mine. I missed our nights that would leave crumpled bed sheets and an overwhelming love for each other. It was hard to accept that all of this had just crumbled from beneath our feet that I thought were firmly planted on the ground.

Sometimes I was wrong, no matter how hard that was for me to accept. How could something that was so stable, so perfect be shattered in such a short amount of time?

I remembered hurrying home and finding Booth on the ground in a pool of his own blood. I remembered glancing around my house, my home and seeing it in ruins. Seeing the fragments of our past life spread carelessly along the floor.

The house we had made love in, brought our daughter home to and engaged in so many family moments was destroyed. I remember the despair I felt when I had called the ambulance. I knew that that call would separate Booth from life or death.

My child was scared and confused as her grandfather did the best that he could to calm her down. Soon enough Booth was brought into the hospital and from there he was to take up residence in a jail cell.

My husband who was once a highly acclaimed FBI agent was taken, well pushed off a pedestal and left in a gaol shoulder to shoulder with all the men that he had put away for awful crimes. They barely let me see him, our visits were through glass and despite all my claims of his innocence I could still never reach out and touch him. Booth would never shoot innocent men let alone three FBI agents. They weren't serving a warrant. If you were serving a warrant you don't blow the door down, you knock.

Right now I was staying at my fathers house curled up in his guest bed and thinking about what sort of hell he would have been going through.

I arise from the bed still wearing Booth's soft FBI cotton shirt. I had been able to go back to the shattered remains of my former home to collect some of my possessions from the upstairs rooms. The downstairs was non-salvageable but the upstairs was still okay. I had taken all my clothes and Booth clothes as well along with a few books and photo albums.

It was hard to tell my three year old that her house was destroyed but I collected all of the toys from her room and took them as well.

I had decided to wear Booth's t-shirts to bed because it was the only way I could feel closer to him. I remove the t-shirt and put on a bra. I pull on a blouse and some jeans before heading into the bathroom.

I gaze at my reflection in the mirror. I had large black circles around my eyes and my face shape appeared thinner. I had been stressing and I hadn't really been eating. I apply some concealer to my face and leave the room.

I walk slowly along the ground in my father's house and towards the guest room that Christine was residing in.

I walk into the room to find my young daughter still asleep under the covers with only her small face and blonde hair visible. I smile at my small daughter despite all the hate, anger and depression that I was going through at the moment. I tiptoe over to her bed and sit down beside her sleeping body.

I watch her small chest rise and fall as she slept she was such an adorable young girl, sometimes I wished that she didn't have to go through the hell that came with being part of the Brennan/Booth family it just wasn't right.

I glance around the small guest room and at all the personal touches that the young girl had already added. She had hung some drawings along the walls and she had set up some of her play sets on the floor against the far wall. I look at the pink pillow that she was leaning against and the collection of soft toys scattered about. I sigh at her innocence and softly shake her shoulder.

My young daughter awakes with a yawn. She stretches out her short arms and smiles at me.

"Hi mommy" she begins as she hugs me tightly "Is daddy home yet?"

I hadn't told her where Booth really was. How was a supposed to tell a three year old that her father was locked away in a jail cell copping abuse from prisoners that he'd put in there in the first place.

I shake my head "Not yet Sweetheart" I reply as I stroke her small pyjama clad back.

Just as I was embracing my daughter up to my side it dawned on me that she was the last living thing remaining within my grasp that was a bit of Booth. She was his daughter.

I remembered the night that we had made her. Vincent was murdered, Broadsky was still loose and we were both scared. I was meant to sleep on the couch but I ended up moving into Booth's bed with him. We made love that night and as we did that we made our beautiful baby, my last bit of him remaining in my arms.

I run my fingers through Christine's soft blonde curls and place a kiss on her head "I'll get daddy home soon baby" I say softly.

She looks at me confused but thinks better and doesn't ask me any questions.

She just leans against me and I continue stroking her hair as I try to accept my husband's fate, which was something that I'd never be able to do.

"Tempe, Christine how'd you two sleep last night?" asks Max, my father as he passes Christine and I each a bowl of cereal.

I shrug "Not well at all really, I kept thinking about Booth…" I say trailing off.

Christine was distracted by her cereal so she wasn't really listening to what the adults were discussing.

"Oh Tempe we'll get him out of there" my father replies as he spoons some cornflakes into his mouth.

I just shake my head "I'm worried about what those prisoners are going to do to him" I reply, "He arrested them and they are usually revenge hungry murderers, they aren't going to let him off easy" I reply.

Max nods "He'll be okay Tempe" my father says as he embraces my shoulders "Booth's a strong man he's had to survive a lot before"

I just nod and turn towards my young daughter tears forming in my green eyes. I wipe them back with my sleeve.

I had to be strong. I had to be strong for my daughter. I had to be strong for my husband and most importantly I had to be strong for myself because no one else was going to do that for me.

AN: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. After watching the recluse in the recliner I decided that I had to write my own take on it. Tell me if you'd like to see Booth's POV while he is in jail.

UP NEXT: Brennan goes to work to see Angela and comes across something unexpected. Still to come some Christine and Sweets. Sweets will be babysitting the Booth girl while her father is away.

I'm a bit Sweets obsessed so there has to be some Sweets in each story. The psychologist is adorable.

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