As Camille slid the glass door open, the various faces within the room all looked up, including the one they were all here to visit. "Hey, how are you doing?" She smiled ruefully at Booth.
He winced slightly as he smiled. Any movement of any muscle still seemed to invoke pain. The doctor had told him this was normal, as was his amnesia, but knowing their normality didn't make him feel any better about either. "Uh…better, I think." He watched as Angela quickly pulled Camille aside. Even through his heavily-bandaged head, he managed to hear the words, "Where is Brennan?" Brennan. Something told him that was the woman of the hour. "Brennan." Saying her name seemed to wake everyone up.
Angela's eyes widened along with her smile, "Yes, Brennan! You remember her!"
"Um…no, I just heard you…" He trailed off as everyone's faces told him that had been the wrong thing to say. "Ok, what's going on here? Everytime I ask you about the woman who was here when I woke up, I never get a straight answer from any of you. Now, I say her name and it's like I've said the magic word! What's going on? Ow…" He pushed back into his pillow and closed his eyes as a pang of pain shot down his spine. Ok, maybe frustration wasn't a good idea after major brain surgery.
"Whoa, whoa…buddy, take it easy there." Hodgins looked at the faces of his team and sighed as he turned back to the patient. "Dr. Temperance Brennan is our colleague and our friend. She's also someone you worked closely with…"
"Your partner, really." Nigel-Murray offered helpfully.
"My partner? So, she's FBI too?"
"No, she works at the lab with us but you two work very closely together on cases."
"And you were very good friends, off work." Camille added.
Angela threw her hands up tiredly, "Ok, let's stop beating around the bush, shall we? Booth, you and Brennan were like Bonnie and Clyde. You guys were a perfect team…perfect fit. You meant a lot to each other…and you're not even listening to me…"
Booth had, indeed, tuned out. Something Angela said had triggered a faint memory. He frowned slowly, hoping that would lessen the pain he knew was coming. "Bonnie and Clyde…" He muttered as he tried hard to bring the blurry picture in his mind into focus. "We're like Bonnie and Clyde…murderer and cheater…"
"What?" Hodgins frowned, looking skeptically at Booth and then looking up at the rest of them to see if anyone understood what the patient had just said.
Angela looked just as clueless. "Ok, should we be worried? He's not making any sense…"
"Booth, are you ok? Booth!" Camille placed gave Booth's shoulder a light squeeze.
He opened his eyes, the picture quickly dissipating from his mind. "She was my wife!"
"Um…no, you may have wanted that but…no." Angela shook her head. "Your relationship with Brennan, as far as any of us knew, was strictly platonic. At the very least, I'm sure you weren't married."
"But…"
"Maybe we should get his doctor in here…"
"No! Damn!" Booth held back more cursing as pain enveloped his head this time.
"Ok…no…doctor…" Angela proceeded carefully, not wanting to provoke Booth any further. "Maybe you should get some rest."
"Yes, that's a good idea. We'll come back to visit you tomorrow." Camille ushered her team out of the room and gave Booth one last reassuring squeeze of his hand before exiting herself.
Booth mustered a tired wave as his friends disappeared around the corner. He let his body relax into his bed as his mind began to pull the shattered picture back into one piece. Bonnie and Clyde. He could see it again…she was there beside him as he drove. Somebody had called. They had answered the phone together. They had laughed. They were happy. His eyes closed and he slowly drifted to sleep with the smallest of smiles left on his face.