Here's the next chap - not sure about it, but let me know what you think. Hope you like it, Booth's having trouble getting through this loss, lol, as the character, so its pretty difficult to write.

Two hours later Tempe found herself sitting in Booth's hospital room, holding onto his hand at his bedside. She rested her head on his shoulder, silently willing him to wake.

'Bones?'

Tempe sat up quickly, looking down at Booth. She felt a tear fall from her eye and onto his bare shoulder.

'I was trying to help,' Tempe said sadly. 'I thought I could help.'

'It's not your fault, Bones,' Booth whispered, his eyes hollow.

Tempe stood up to leave, but felt Booth grab her hand to stop her.

'I…' she found herself unable to look him in the eye; she looked everywhere but. 'I'm going to get you professional help. I thought I could help you alone but I…' she bit back a sob. 'I obviously can't.'

'This isn't your fault,' Booth insisted, trying to gain eye-contact. 'Temperance, please look at me. I need you to help me through this.' Tempe slowly lifted her gaze to meet his, her tear filled eyes boring into his empty brown ones.

'Why?' she said quietly, sitting back down and still holding his hand.

'I just feel so hollow,' Booth began. 'It hurts…so much…'

'Logically…' Tempe began, but stopped quickly. 'Grief is a natural process which will take time to overcome. A psychologist will help you in that process.'

'I do need help,' he said. 'But can I still stay at your place?'

'You tried to kill yourself,' Tempe stated bluntly. 'If it wasn't for Angela and Hodgins calling the ambulance when they did…'

'I won't do it again.'

'How can I trust you?'

'You don't trust me?

'Of course I trust you, Booth, but I can't risk your life,' Tempe insisted and felt Booth squeeze her hand firmly.

'I promise you,' he said, his eyes glued to hers.

'Because if you had died today…' Tempe used her free hand to wipe her eyes. 'I would have never been able to forgive myself. And how do I know that you won't do it again?'

'You can stay with me 24/7,' he suggested. 'I need someone to be there because honestly I'm not in a good place right now.'

'I'll stay with you,' she said quietly. 'I'll be there.'

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Booth and Tempe sat in the waiting room of a therapist's office. She reached over and rested a hand on his forearm.

'It's going to be alright, were going to get you through this,' she said quietly. He nodded, a single tear running down his cheek.

'Agent Booth?' a voice called and they both looked up. A middle-aged woman was standing in the doorway holding a clipboard. Tempe stood up, taking Booth's hand gently in hers and allowing him to follow her to the door.

'We'll get through this,' she whispered to him.

'I don't know if I can do this, Bones,' he said quietly.

'You're not alone Booth, I'm here to help you.'

He looked into her eyes and saw the genuineness and honesty in them. He gripped her hand tightly in his and took as deep breath as they walked through the doors, together.

Thanks for reading! Review if you desire to do so! Let me know how you think this is going so far.