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Temperance opened the door to the bathroom and Angela stood in front of her. She looked her friend over unsure what to say to her about what was going on. Angela frowned at her appearance and then silently grabbed her arm gently pulling Temperance along.
"Wh-What is Angela? I have work to do." Temperance wondered as they strolled into her friend's office.
Angela shut the door behind them and shut her blinds "Sit down, sweetie. We need to talk, you're worrying me."
"I'm fine Angela, there is too much to do to sit around so if you excuse me." Temperance started toward the door, but Angel blocked her.
"No, no, no, you're going to listen to me so take a seat. I am your best friend and you will listen." She crossed her arms in finality.
Temperance took a seat on the sofa and sighed "Fine."
"You are getting sick a lot, blaming the fumes from the victim and her belongings, arguing with Booth, and avoiding Hodgins's room too. You should go home and rest or go to the doctor, at least get away from the lab until they bag the items. Please, Booth is here again and searching for you. I told him you went to get some coffee for us so here." Angela walked over to where two piping hot travel mugs of coffee sat.
"I see so you were trying to help me before Booth saw us. Thanks Angela I can really count on you." Temperance smiled as she stood "I will take your advice and leave for a while, but text me as soon as the stuff is bagged."
"Sure thing, but there is another reason for your reaction you might want to think about. You could be pregnant again." Angela said turning as her friend walked to the door.
Temperance briefly turned to her "That isn't possible, we've been safe. Trust me on that."
"Sweetie, don't be too confident. You know better than the rest of us in your anthropology ways how possible it is for the protection to be ineffective." Angela pointed out as her friend grabbed her coffee and left the room.
Booth had noticed Temperance's lack of interest in her coffee from earlier that now sat in the cup holder as they drove home sharing brief words about the case. She was intently staring out the windshield as if searching for something or someone, maybe just trying to avoid eye contact. It wouldn't be so conspicuous if he hadn't caught a glimpse of Angela pulling Temperance into her office moments after saying that Temperance had gone to get coffee. Temperance finally picked up her cup of coffee taking a sip grimacing as she realized it had cooled off more than she had thought before nonchalantly setting it back down.
"Bones, you're out in lala land there. You're very brief too; you are always so lively when it comes to the case. What's up?" he sighed trying to get a truthful answer out of her.
She turned to him being flippant "It's nothing to worry about; I'm just tired is all."
"Okay Bones, I know I'm overly protective of you a lot, but I mean who can blame me. We get in so many crazy situations and with your super rationalism as Sweets put it, it's unnerving. I have never seen you get sick like that at a crime scene or heard of you running off after the smell bothers you." Booth sighed feeling like he wasn't getting through to her at all.
"Booth, I understand. I just don't see the significance, some people react differently to the smells of certain things that's all. In fact, after some rest I intend to go in tonight to get the work I need to catch up on done." Temperance exhaled "I can't let this case go just because of some silly reaction."
Booth didn't reply, arguing with her would only make things worse than they were so he gave a slight nod and kept on course to the house. Temperance on the other returned to whatever she had been thinking on with that pensive look clear on her face.
Temperance covered her nose and mouth as she went over the remains. Unfortunately sleep had evaded her so as soon as Booth was out cold she got up and hurried into the Jeffersonian. She had been here an hour and had made some progress, Hodgins had left her the basics of what he found on the victim with a dumbed down version for Booth. Apparently the oil on the victim's skin was from a restaurant or deli, it hadn't been narrowed down yet, same with the cleaner, and there were bits of food particles that Hodgins had found on the body and belongings that were still being analyzed. She went over Cam's findings and could clearly tell from the postmortem injuries were dealt right before whatever resulted in her death.
It was then that Temperance's eyes dampened realizing the pain the girl must have gone through and the thought that she could've been alive when cooked bothered her immensely. She had never cried over a case unless you included the thirteen year old boy or the cases where animals were killed. She didn't see a logical reasoning in why she would cry over this case when she's dealt with many like it. Was she going insane from lack of sleep or could it be something she couldn't dare imagine because Booth and she had been so careful.
Feeling tired finally, from all the crying, she went back to the office deciding to crash on her own office sofa for some rest. After getting comfortable it took mere seconds and she was out peacefully asleep on the comfort of the familiar sofa.