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A few days after the funeral, Brennan woke up on the couch in her office. She looked at the clock on the wall to find that only two hours had passed since she decided to try to get some sleep. As she went to sit up, she noticed her head felt heavy. Once she was in an upright position, she shook her head back and forth in an attempt to get that feeling out of it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but it was interrupted by her lungs needing to cough. Brennan decided to ignore the feelings of sickness that were overtaking her body and head to the decontamination shower.

After 15 minutes, she reentered her office, annoyed that the shower didn't make her feel any better. She was met with Booth, sitting at her desk with his feet placed on top of it.

"Good morning, Bones," he greeted her.

"Hey," Brennan responded before coughing.

"That doesn't sound healthy."

Brennan responded by glaring at Booth, anger prevalent in her eyes. Booth decided his best option was to change the subject.

"I brought you some fruit and coffee," he said, flashing his best smile in her direction.

"I'm not hungry."

Booth looked at Brennan concerned but decided against pushing the issue, "Well at least drink the coffee."

Brennan took the cup from his hand and took a sip, "I got an ID from our victim. Wife lives in Maryland, we should probably go talk to her," she said handing Booth a file from her desk.

"You know I can do it by myself, you don't really look up to it."

"Booth, I have a cold, please do not baby me," Brennan said in a cold tone.

"Alright, then, lets go."

Booth and Brennan spent the day talking to the victim's family, coworkers, and suspects. When Brennan returned to the Jeffersonian that night, she knew she should finally go home but she just couldn't make herself, so she stayed at the Jeffersonian. She remained there through the weekend, working on cases from limbo, fighting droopy eyelids and coughing fits. When Monday rolled around, she couldn't fight the sagging of her eyelids anymore. She walked onto the platform, where Angela was standing.

"Hey, sweetie," Angela said.

"Hey, Ange. I'm not feeling very well, I'm going to go lay down in my office for a while, if anyone asks," Brennan stated.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I just need some rest, that's all."

Brennan walked off the platform, to her office, when she sat down on her couch, the world seemed to spin around her. She took a deep breath, which only resulted in her coughing. She rested her head against the pillow, knowing only if she could get a little sleep, she'd feel better.

An hour after Angela had watched Brennan retreat to her office, Booth walked into the Jeffersonian.

"Hey Angela, where's Bones?" he asked.

"She's in her office lying down."

Booth responded by flashing Angela a questioning glare.

"She wasn't feeling well, I was about to go check on her."

"I'll come," responded Booth.

When Angela and Booth reached Brennan's office, they found what appeared to be a fast asleep Brennan, lying on her couch. Booth walked up to the couch and gently put a hand on Brennan's shoulder.

"Bones," he said in a quiet voice.

She didn't answer.

"Bones!" he tried again in a louder voice, shaking her shoulder with a little more force.

This time Booth got a response, but all it was, was a soft moan from Brennan.

Angela had come over to the couch and was kneeling with her right arm on Brennan's legs.

"Temperance, what's wrong?" Booth asked stroking her face, "She's burning up. Angela, call an ambulance."

Angela jumped up and ran to Brennan's phone and did just that.

"Bones, can you hear me?" asked Booth.

Brennan nodded her head "yes."

"Just stay with me," he replied, stroking her face.

When the paramedics arrived, they put Brennan onto a stretcher, and placed an oxygen mask over her face. Booth followed her out and got into the ambulance with her. One of the paramedics looked to Booth.

"Her pulse is weak, but it's there. Her body temperature is at 105 degrees. We administered Tylenol but they'll probably give her a lukewarm shower when she gets to the hospital."

"Okay," said Booth not removing his eyes from Brennan.

When they got to the hospital, Booth was forced to stay in the waiting room. After an hour, a doctor walked up to him.

"Are you Dr. Brennan's emergency contact?" asked the doctor.

"Probably not …"

"Seeley Booth?"

"Yeah," responded Booth a little surprised.

"Dr. Brennan's fever has begun to go down. She's dehydrated and has pneumonia. She'll have to stay until her fever goes down a few more degrees and she's hydrated sufficiently," said the doctor.

"Thank you."

"She's sleeping now but you're welcome to see her."

Booth walked into Brennan's hospital room and took a seat in the chair next to the bed. He just watched her. After a few hours, she began to stir.

"Hey," she said to Booth.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"It hurts when I breathe."

"You have pneumonia. Your fever was 105, you scared me, Temperance."

"I'm sorry."

Bones saw the genuine look of regret in her eyes and decided not to pry right this second.

"I'm your emergency contact person?"

"Yes, why?" questioned Brennan.

"I just figured …"

"That it would be Christopher?"

"Yes," responded Booth in a soft tone.

"It's not that I wouldn't have expected Chris to be here if something ever happened. I just always figured you'd be here first."

Booth smiled, "He wouldn't want you to be doing what you're doing, Temperance."

"I don't know what you mean."

"The not eating, the overworking, ignoring the fact that you were coughing up a lung."

"Booth, it is physically impossible to cough up a lung," Brennan said.

Booth just stared at her in response.

"I didn't know I was that sick, honestly," she said, "I've just been … It's just been …difficult for me."

"I know, Bones, its okay," Booth said taking Brennan's hand into his, "I can promise you that when you're ready to talk, I'll be here. But I cannot promise I won't be watching you to make sure you eat and take care of yourself, especially when you get out of here.

I know you can take care of yourself, I do, but I also know you don't know when it's time to ask for help, so you don't have to ask, I'm just going to give it to you."

Brennan looked at Booth, the look of surrender in her eyes, "Thank you, Booth," she said flashing him an ever so slight smile.

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