3 more months go by without another clue from the case that Charlotte was so closely involved with and for the last three months Hodgins and Charlotte have been sharing many dinners and more stories of their pasts, but still without the dark stories surfacing.

Charlotte walks into her office after an especially enjoyable lunch with Angela, when she comes in to find a package on her desk. She walks over ready to open it when she recognizes a drawing on the address label; it's a rose. The same rose that she saw from the man that shared her dark past. She wants to scream, but doesn't want to alarm anyone and at the same time she wants to tear the box to shreds and hope that no one ever finds out. She calls Booth scared of opening the package by herself. He rushes into the room to see what she's found. He stands behind her as she puts on gloves and starts to slowly untie the twine around the box; her hands shaking violently against all her warranted control. He grabs one of her hands and gives it one good squeeze; giving her enough of the will power to open the box. Inside laid the arm of a plastic baby doll with a flower in its grasp.

"I'll get it to Hodgins right away," Booth starts to take the box away when Charlotte comes to an epiphany.

"I bet I know why that flower relates to the case."

"Charlotte, you should be more worried that he knows where you are."

"Booth, first things first; do you remember the house you found me in?"

"Yeah, it was on M… Mush… Mul…"

"Wasn't it Mulberry Street?"

"Yeah it was- why?"

"I remember a while ago that Hodgins came in trying to tell me that he lived on Mulberry Street, but that's just where he takes his victims. He's gone back to his old tricks."

Before saying anything more, Booth runs the package to Hodgins to analyze and come to the same conclusion that Charlotte has figured for the truth. Charlotte was still shocked by the delivery, but couldn't stop to think when Hodgins came in with a concerned look on his face.

"What's wrong Hodgins?"

He picks up the doll's arm and shows her what's underneath. It's a high school photo of her with the eyes scratched out. He puts the box down and holds her tight and Booth comes in to try and figure out what she should do. Again Booth won't let her go home, so she decides to go with Hodgins again, but instead Booth with drive her there. Booth watches her every step until Hodgins meets her at the door and gives him the signal that it's okay to leave, but he sits there for a bit longer to make sure things are okay. He soon pulls out when things seem to be safe. Hodgins leads Charlotte into the living room once again and sits her down asking what he can do, but all she can do is look pale and says nothing. He sits next to her and puts his arms around her waist; pulling her into him and he begins to tell her the story of being buried alive. She looks into his eyes searching for the words he's going to say next, but his grasp soon loosens as he reacts with his hands in ways that coordinated with the words he was saying. Just when he was finishing his story did she really see that he knew exactly what she'd been through and she loved him for it.

"And before I knew it, Booth was there pulling us out of the car; dust and dirt were filling my nostrils, but the daylight was blinding me and that's when I knew that everything was going to be alright," he cries softly near the end and she takes one of his hands and rests the other against his face. He rubs his cheek into her hand; his sandpaper feel appreciating her delicate touch.

He looks into her eyes and says: "And that's what I thought about when you asked about being afraid to sleep because I thought the next time that I shut my eyes would be the last time I would open them."

She started to tear up at how open he had been with her and how she had given nothing in return. She grabbed his hands and stood up saying nothing as she slid off her t-shirt and her jeans.

"What are you doing?" he asked strangely aroused, but slightly confused.

"I'm showing you mine," she said as she continued to disrobe until she was left in her panties and a bra. She sits back down on the couch with her back to him and shows him her shoulder blades; obviously scarred with deep gashes and one particular section that looked like the rose that was drawn on the package she received. She turned around after a few seconds and began to shed tears as she bent her leg and showed him four long cuts on her left thigh. He gasped and put his hand on hers. She pulled away, but only to grab his hand and place it on the scars. He scooted closer to let her continue. She continued to put his hands on the scars as she said: "He cut me once for every day I wasn't found. He said that it was my fault because no one wanted me and that I was without love, but that he would make that all change. He would give me someone to love."

"I…" he is cut off by her fingers against his lips.

"I don't need sympathy, just your understanding."

"You know that you have that from me," he said as he kisses the back of her hand and up her arm, to her shoulder and onto her neck. She closed her eyes as he scooted closer to her and she let herself fall into his arms. She stopped him for a moment with both hands cupping his face, she looked into his eyes and they both smiled; knowing they had given a piece of each other and that this was nothing to what they had already shared. They kissed and all the years of guilt and fear seemed to subside for the first time in either of their lives. Her hands searched for the hem of his shirt as he disconnected long enough to pull it over his head and their lips crashed again. He gently removed her bra straps one by one with passionate respect and tossed the bra aside. Her hands tripped over the buttons on his pants as they were undone one by one. The yearning mounted and time was lost in quiet moans and hushed breathing, regularly interrupted by the meeting of lips. He slid off his pants and she sits on his lap facing him. They stop once more to look into each other's eyes and he picks her up and takes her to the bedroom where he lies her down gently and hovers above her placing soft kisses on every inch of her body from her thighs to ear lobes. She bites her lip and nods letting him know to go on and no to be afraid. He traces the scars on her thigh and feels an inkling of hate for the man that did this to her when she was just a girl. But he realizes that she isn't a girl anymore, but a woman and he was there to love her, but tonight was a meeting of the flesh. She sits up and pulls him onto her, kissing him; daring to never let go. Their lower halves fight against cotton and pull at the material. He looks into her eyes once more and leans upward to slowly remove her panties. He looks down at her once abused body and swears never to let anyone hurt her ever again. He removes his boxers with quick veracity that makes her laugh at his boyishness. He comes back down to lie upon her and slowly enters her; making her eyes close and a small moan escapes from her lips. He kisses her neck gently as he moves back and forth with the power of a tidal wave, but the genteel of an innocent kiss. Their bodies move together like the gears of a well oiled machine, sweat rolls down their entwined bodies like pearls of pleasure. Their eyes never look away and they share soft kisses between passionate thrusts. She grabs onto his back and he sits up so that she is now on his lap and undulating to the constant rhythm of their moving bodies. She wraps her arms around his neck as he does around her back and his head finds rest in the nape of her neck. The breathing gets heavier as the tensions increase, their bodies swaying faster and faster until breaths become ragged and irregular. Her bosom begins to swell and his jaw muscles tighten as he kisses her neck one last time. Soon they both hold onto each other as they feel the earth moving as they both climax together. They slow onto a stop and she looks down at him and smiles as their lips crash in a softer manner and she falls backwards; allowing him to lie down next to her and immediately hold her to his chest. She takes in his scent and takes refuge within his embrace. He kisses the top of her head and she falls asleep looking as an angel might. He knew that nothing could hurt them right at that moment and that was enough to let him fall asleep holding onto the woman that he loved.