"Doctor Brennan is hyper-rational. She is capable of rationalizing almost anything."
"Including murder?"
"It is the danger of the totally rational human being."
The cell offered little relief from the cool breeze that seemed to come from no open window, but from the cool bars that surrounded her. She focused on the floor. The concrete floor with its cracks and crevices that if it physically possible, she would shrink down and slip between, if only to get away from the drafty hallways and the prying eyes of the man in the cell beside her.
Besides that man, and the guard sitting just beyond the metal door to her left, she was alone. She heard a slight chortling and looked up just long enough to see the man that was staring at her spit onto the floor. His saliva splattered onto the ground, wet and thick, causing her stomach to twist. A thought flashed through her mind of the other bodily fluids that were surrounding her in that cell. She imagined there were remnants of blood, saliva, possibly semen on the floor and walls of the cell and the thought sent her stomach twisting harder. She stood up suddenly, wandering toward the bars, her eyes focusing on the door just within her line of sight.
She could feel the other prisoner's leering glare as he stared at the back of her head, and she felt vulnerable. She lifted her hands and rubbed her arms, the bruises on them stung slightly and her teeth threatened to chatter.
Suddenly, the door squealed open in the distance, and the sound of a man's voice erupted into the stale air as she felt a rush of air burst from her lungs in relief. The other voice was rushed, but recognizable and she nearly let out a whimper when she heard him shuffling through the door.
"Bones?" Booth let his feet slap the ground hard as he walked down the hallway. He could see her standing alone in a cell, halfway down the hallway. "Bones, are you okay?" He said as he approached the cell. His hand went through the bar and touched her arm, she moved forward and reached out to him.
"How did I get here?" She asked. Her voice was trembling as she watched his eyes. "I don't remember… I don't remember anything." She whispered.
"You don't remember?" He asked, watching her blue eyes sparkle with tears, he tried to block the view of the other prisoner, noting that she was looking in his direction. "Bones, you've been missing for three days. They said that they found you in a seedy motel. Your hands… your hands were covered in blood."
"I don't remember." She whispered, staring at his chest, her fingertips digging into his arm. The guard walked up to Booth, and he nodded as he unlocked the cell, allowing Booth to step inside. The instant he crossed the threshold, she was in his arms, and her body was trembling violently. "I'm scared, Booth." She whispered. "I don't know why I'm here."
Instead of answering her, he held her for a few more moments, rocking her gently in his arms. "Christine will be so happy to see you." He whispered. "I am so glad that you're okay." He closed his eyes and felt her moving against him, pushing at his chest.
She faced him when she was free of his embrace, and could see the tears rolling down his cheeks. "Tell me what you know, Booth." She whispered. "Tell me what happened."
"You're here because…" He paused for a moment. "Bones, they think you killed someone."
Her face turned pale and her jaw dropped, and her eyes focused on his as she gripped his arm tightly. "What?"
"They think that… you went after Mark Johnson."
"The man that threatened our family? The man that… was stalking me?"
"They found you on the ground in the room he has been staying long term, Bones. You were covered in his blood… his body… was in the bathroom."
"Booth…" She whimpered, staring into his eyes. "You don't think…"
"I know that you'd do anything you could to protect our family, Bones." He whispered. "What happened?"
Her eyes were on his, and her trembling had stopped, and she focused on just his expression. "I don't know."