Hey Everyone! Thank you for all of the lovely reviews:) Also a special thanks to a wonderful reader who pointed out I forgot to address Brennan and her shirt, I will do that below. For anyone else who was wondering- No Brennan was not walking around the hospital in her purple bra. HAHA
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Brennan was currently standing in Booth's bathroom looking into the mirror.
"I look like hell," she thought.
Her hair was mused and she still had some dried blood on her arms and jeans. She peeled off the blue hospital scrub shirt, which she was given to by a very "friendly" EMT and folded it up carefully. Then she meticulously washed every spot of blood off of herself. Then she washed some more. And then some more...
Truthfully, she was delaying walking out and seeing Booth. His confession had shaken her up quite a bit and it didn't help matters that he was now laying on the couch singing some song, Brennan didn't recognize, involving the two of them sitting in a tree, at the top of his lungs.
"Booth couldn't love her...could he? He had made it very clear that he had moved on. He re-drew that line even thicker this time around.
The distinct sound of someone knocking at the door ripped her from her thoughts. She quickly pulled one of Booth's T-shirts, that she had taken the liberty of borrowing, over her head. She rushed to grab the door.
"Angela?"
"Bren! How are you doing; I just heard."
"How? I didn't get a chance to call anyone yet..."
"Cam found out from the FBI and then... What's up with him?" she asked, finally taking note of Booth, who had now began his own rendition of "Hot Blooded".
"Nitrous oxide."
"Omygosh I hear that stuff is like truth serum; any juicy secrets come out yet?"
Angela began to laugh but halted immediatly after taking in the look of shock on Brennan's face.
"Oh. my. God. Booth totally said something."
Brennan opened her mouth to deny this, but Angela was too quick for her.
"Sweetie, you know you're awful at lying, so how bout we just skip that part and you cut right to the juicy secret."
"Well I'm fairly certain he did not mean for me to hear it."
"How do you know?"
"Because not two seconds after he told me did he remind me to keep this a secret from myself."
Angela's eyebrows shot up then it dawned on her.
"What was the only secret could Booth tell Brennan that would leave her so shaken?"
"Wow, Bren, did Booth tell you..."
"I LOVE BONESSS!" Booth shouted right on cue.
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Monday morning Booth's eyelids felt like led.
He knew that Friday morning Brennan and him had gone out to catch a criminal. He also knew there had been an accident and Brennan had stayed with him for the weekend, and even stayed up with him all of Friday night to keep him awake. She had helped him all day Saturday, when the drugs wore off and Booth had begun to feel the full effects of his injured leg. Booth had finally sent her home late Sunday night after insisting he was alright.
Brennan seemed to be her usual self, but Booth knew her well enough to know that something was up. She was very clinical and seemed closed off somehow. Even more irritating, was the fact that Booth could not, for the life of him, remember anything that happened after driving with Brennan to the chase. She had explained everything, but Booth got the sense she was leaving something out.
He decided to see how things went at work later. He had to meet Bones at the diner to go over some leftover paperwork from their last case anyway.
"Bones!" He smiled waving her over to the table.
"Hey, Booth," she said not meeting his eyes.
"Bones, is everything okay?"
"Of course, why wouldn't it be?"
"Because you're not looking at me."
Brennan lifted her eyes.
"Booth everything is fine; we should finish this."
"Okay, Bones; if you say so"
They discussed paperwork for the rest of the time.
The lunch had convinced Booth something was definitely up.
He reached for his phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Hey, Booth."
"Ange, I've got something to ask you."
"I was wondering when you would call."
"Uh oh, that couldn't be good," he thought nervously.
"What do you mean?"
"Well I'm guessing Bren's acting a bit off today, and you're wondering what's up?" she asked.
"Yeah, how did you know that?" he asked bewildered.
"Maybe Angela's physic knew a thing or two after all."
"Because Bren is acting a bit off today."
"Oh...and you don't know why?"
Angela hesitated, "I didn't say that."
"ANGE!"
"Okay, Okay; I'll only say that I stopped over to see how you were and you had said some things to Bren."
Booth's stomach plummetted.
"What things?" he whispered hoarsly, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.
"Look you should probably talk to Brennan.. I've got this..uh...um sketch... and...okay bye!"
"ANGELA!" but it was too late, she had already hung up the phone.
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"Bones?" Booth asked hesitantly stepping into her office.
It was after hours, and like usual, Brennan was the last of the Jeffersonian staff to still be there plugging away on whatever she was dilligently working on at the moment.
"Booth?" Brennan answered a bit startled.
"Can we talk?"
"Sure," Brennan knew this was inevitable; she neatly stacked the paperwork she was completing and returned her eyes to Booth. He sat down in the chair opposite her desk.
"Listen, I talked to Angela," Booth told her.
Brennan's eyes flashed, she suddenly looked very angry.
"She shouldn't have said anything."
"Of course she should have...only she didn't. I was hoping you would do the honors," Booth smiled trying to keep the mood light.
"Look, Booth you were under the influence of a drug that results in decreased inhibitions; I'm sure you didn't mean what you said."
"You're the smart one Bones. Being uninhibited doesn't mean you don't tell the truth, it just means you aren't afraid too."
Brennan bit her lip, she knew this of course.
"That's what I thought," Booth said smugly.
When Brennan still didn't say anything it was Booth's turn to be angry.
"Don't you think I have the right to know my own secret?"
Brennan looked momentarily confused. Then they both jumped at the piercing sound of the telephone ring.
"Brennan," she answered.
"I'll be right there."
"I have to go Booth it's my agent and she wants to discuss..."
"Bones."
"It's important she..."
"Bones!"
When she didn't turn around he grabbed hold of her arm and spun her around.
She backed up...they were now up against the wall.
He looked at her expectantly.
"You told me you loved me," she wispered almost inaudibly.
Brennan noticed how the color drained from Booth's face. The silence between them seemed to stretch forever.
"Well?" Booth asked.
"Well...?" she repeated.
"Aren't you going to ask?"
"I have faith that if you have something you want to tell me you will do so."
"You know that it's true... it's just... I told myself that I needed time...but everyday that I see you it gets harder and harder not to..."
"Hard not to... what?"
Booth took a deep breath. All of the sudden the anger, his reasons behind needing time, felt like nothing but distant memories.
He suddenly knew exactly how to answer her question.
