Is this sweat shirt going to be okay?"

"Yes, it is fine. Thank you."

"Let me help you with that," Booth offers as he tries to take the pillow from her hands.

"I can make the bed. Thanks Booth."

"All right, all right then," Booth mutters to himself as he walks toward his bed room. After he enters his bedroom he turns back and looks at Brennan.

"Good night Bones."

"Good night Booth."

Booth closes the bedroom door and lightly leans his forehead against the door.

"Patience and hope" he whispers to the door, remembering the advice given to him by Gordan Gordan Wyatt. Booth begins to undress, taking off his tie with a sigh and a shake of his head. He puts on a black t-shirt and sits on the edge of his bed. He can hear Brennan getting the couch ready in his living room.

Brennan finishes putting the sheet and blanket on the couch. She grabs the sweat shirt and heads towards the bathroom. As she closes the bathroom door she holds the shirt Booth gave her up to her face and inhales deeply. It smells like him. She leans against the closed bathroom door, looks up and sees her reflection in the mirror above the sink. She walks towards the mirror and begins talking to herself.

"So what's it going to be Brennan? Logical and lonely on that damn couch, or impervious and scared in bed with Booth? I'm not scared of Booth? I'm scared of love. Do I love Booth?"

She put her hand over the reflection of her face in the mirror and turns on the water to wash her face and wash all her thoughts down the drain. The water is warm and soothing and it helps her to stop thinking. As she is drying her face, again the towel smells like Booth. One really frightening thought jumps into her mind and she utters this thought out loud to her reflection in the mirror.

"Broadsky."

She throws the towel down, opens the bathroom door and walks over to Booth's closed bedroom door. She stops directly in front of the door and lifts her hand to knock. But instead of knocking on Booth's bedroom door she knocks instead on her own forehead, she swiftly turns on her feet, scurries over to the couch and jumps onto it pulling the blanket up and over her head. She sits there like a child in the dark under the blanket on the couch. After a couple of minutes the air begins to get stale. In frustration she throws the blanket onto the floor, stands and heads back to the bathroom to resume a conversation with herself in the mirror.

"Why are you alone, under a blanket in the dark? Who are you?"

She begins answering her own question while pacing back and forth in Booth's bathroom.

"Dr. Temperance Brennan. World renown Forensic Anthropologist and hugely successful author who runs a lab at the Jeffersonian Institute, mentors interns, and travels the world and..."

She finds herself standing square in front of the sink and looks up again to face her reflection in the mirror.

"Who do you want to be?" she asks the mirror. No answer is forthcoming, so she turns away from the mirror and leans against the sink. She hears herself saying out loud, "What if Broadsky kills Booth?"

With that thought the tears well up in her eyes, her breath seems to get caught in her chest which feels tight with pain. She finds herself in front of Booth's bedroom door, knocking, and hears herself saying, "Can I come in Booth?"

Booth is still sitting on his bed. Before he can even think to respond, the door is opening and Brennan is walking in. He is searching her face trying to determine what she is feeling. She sits down next to him on the bed. She is crying. He turns his body towards her.

"Booth, I don't want to be out there on that couch. Can I be in here with you?"

Booth takes her in his arms and they lay back in his bed together.

"Thank you" Brennan sniffles, closing her eyes to the warmth of his body and the strength of his arms around her. She takes deep breath and exhales slowly.

Booth continues to hold her in his arms.