"But will she remember?"
"I think that she will,"
"And when she does?"
"She's probably going to shut down. She'll be quiet, and won't talk about it,"
"But that isn't healthy,"
"You have to be careful, but I think that you should push her to remember. She trusts you. She'll talk to you. Just be careful. I don't know if she can handle this," he admits honestly.
"And if she can't?"
"That's what we're here for," he tells her.
"Should I call Booth?"
"No. He's trying to catch this guy,"
"How is that going?"
"I don't know,"
Meanwhile at the Jeffersonian Cam is standing over a computer waiting on results. She's nearly asleep when her computer dings. She quickly looks at the results. Booth makes his way over.
"Did you get a match?"
"Yes and no,"
"What do you mean?"
"He's not in the system. He's not in any of the databases,"
"Then how did you find a match?"
"The DNA matched an unsolved rape, and 4 unsolved rape/homicides,"
"So he's experienced?"
"Yeah. Who knows how many victims haven't come forward, or how many we just don't know about,"
"Do you think that he thought she was dead?"
"I think that he left her there to die,"
"Cam we've got to catch this guy,"
Back at the hospital Sweets has left to get lunch for himself and Angela. Angela has returned to her chair that is next to Temperance's bed. Temperance stares at her for a long time, and then asks.
"Angela. What happened to me?"
Angela doesn't answer she just shifts in her chair.
"Please tell me. I can handle it,"
"I'm not so sure about that," Angela admits.
"I'll be fine, just tell me,"
"Brennan it's not that simple. I don't know if I should tell you,"
"What do you mean?"
"I think that it would be better that you remember on your own,"
"Why?"
"Because I wasn't there. I don't have all of the answers. I can't tell you exactly what happened,"
"That's ok,"
"No it's not. It's not good enough. You're going to want to know. I just don't have the answers to the questions that you're going to ask,"
"Just tell me," she begs.
"You're not going to like what I have to tell you,"
"Just tell me the truth,"
"Sometimes the truth is harder to handle than you think it is,"
"Why?"
"It just is, at least in this case,"
"Angela what is so bad that you're afraid to tell me?"
"I don't know how to tell you this,"
"Just say it,"
"Temperance you're in here because someone did something terrible, and unthinkable to you,"
"What are you talking about?"
Angela reaches down and grabs her purse. She pulls out a compact and turns to Temperance. "Go ahead take a look at yourself first. Then decide if you really want me to tell you,"
Temperance nods as she takes the compact from Angela. She tries to open it, but she's too doped up on pain meds to be able to successfully open it. Before she gets frustrated Angela gently pushes the button, and the compact pops open. She slips it out of Temperance's hand. She holds it up for her.
Temperance just stares in the mirror. She finds that her left eye is black, and blue, above her right eye there are a series of stitches. Her lip is busted and swollen. She pushes Angela's hand away. She gets the message, and puts the compact away.
"Is that it?" Temperance asks.
Angela shakes her head. "You have bruises all over you,"
"I can't feel anything,"
"I know. They've got you on some really good drugs,"
"What happened?"
"You were raped," she answers delicately.
Temperance just stares at her. She says nothing. Finally she opens her mouth and a very small sound comes out, "Oh." No tears come, she just continues to stare at Angela blankly.
"You really don't remember?"
Temperance starts to think, and then turns to Angela with a look of terror on her face.
"No," she says.
"Shh! It'll be ok Sweetie. We're all here for you,"
Her lips starts to quiver and she looks away.
"Look at me," Angela tells her.
She turns back with tears filling her eyes.
"Do you remember?" Angela asks her.
Temperance nods simply and carefully.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she questions.
"No,"
"Is there anything that I can do for you? Is there anything that I can do for you?"
"Booth," she answers.
"Do you want me to get him?"
She nods again.
Angela pulls out her phone, and dials Agent Booth's number. A voice comes on the other end after two rings. "Hello?"
"Hey Booth it's me," she tells him.
"How is she?" he asks.
"She's awake. And she wants you here,"
"Ok. I'll be there a-sap,"
"Ok. Bye," she hangs up.
When Angela spots Booth she goes out to talk to him.
"How is she?"
"She's hanging in there,"
"Does she know?"
"Yes,"
"Does she remember?"
"Yes,"
"What does she remember?"
"I don't know. I don't want to push too hard,"
"We can't find him,"
"What do you mean?"
"He's linked to five other cases, but he doesn't have a name or a face,"
"Couldn't any of the other victims describe him?"
"Four of the five are dead," he answers.
"So it's up to her?"
"Yeah," he nods.
"Do we push her or do we let her deal with it?"
"Let her deal with it? She's not going to deal with it unless we make her,"
"I know,"
"We just have to do it carefully," he reminds her.
She nods and they step into the room. They sit down next to her bed.
"How are you feeling?" he asks her.
She breathes deeply, and then answers, "Numb."
"Does she really need the oxygen?" he asks Angela.
"I don't know. I would assume so,"
She stares at her partner. He decides to be a straight shooter. "You know what happened right?"
She nods quietly.
"Do you remember?"
She nods again, but this time she elaborates, "I didn't stop it,"
"You were scared," Angela tells her.
"But..."
"There was nothing you could have done," Seeley tells her.
"What can I do now?"
"I'm going to be honest with you, this whole case rests on you,"
"What do you mean?"
"We don't know who he is. He's linked to several other cases, but we don't have a face,"
"Do you think that you can describe him to me?" Angela asks.
Temperance nods reluctantly.
After nearly half an hour Angela comes up with a sketch. She shows it to Seeley, and then Temperance.
"Is this him?"
She closes her eyes. Angela puts her sketchbook down out of Temperance's sight.
"Was it him?" Angela asks.
Temperance looks at Angela. She nods.
"Are you sure?" Booth questions.
"Yes," she answers with a raspy voice.
Angela rips the drawing out and hands it to Booth.
"Are you going to be ok if I go?" he asks.
She nods. He hugs her tightly before he leaves. "I'll catch him. I promise," he whispers in her ear before leaving.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Angela asks her.
"No," she answers.
"I'm here if you want to,"
"I know,"
"You don't have to be so brave. No one expects you to be," Angela tells her.
"But..."
"Cry. It's ok. It's normal,"
"But it doesn't solve anything. It doesn't change it, or fix it,"
"I know, but sometimes you just need to cry," Angela reminds her.