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That evening, after the bombing at the Jeffersonian, Brennan found herself affected by her actions at the Lab. Unable to sleep through the night, she felt guilty for Seth's death, for the injuries of the guards and the Lab technicians. Her night had been tortuous and her slumber filled with nightmares.

Afraid for Brennan's sanity, Booth held her during the aftermath of each nightmare that night. While she cried he spoke softly to her and assured her that what had happened had not been her fault.

The day after the explosion at the Lab, Booth had left Brennan for a little while and driven into work. Making his way to the top floor of the Hoover, Booth asked to see the Deputy Director since the Assistant Deputy Director was on vacation.

Worried about the events at the Lab, Deputy Director Cullen stood up and waved Booth into his office. "Booth, how is Dr. Brennan?"

"She's fine Sir." Booth moved across the room and stood in front of the large desk. "She has some bruises and a couple of bumps, but she's okay . . . Sir, I need to let you know that Bones . . . Dr. Brennan and I are in a personal relationship now. We have been for about six weeks. We . . . we wanted to make sure we were doing the right thing for us before we told anyone else."

Not really surprised at the turn of events, Cullen pointed towards the chair in front of his desk and sat down on his chair. "Okay, I'll need you to stop by Human Resources some time today and fill out some paperwork declaring your new relationship . . . Dr. Saroyan told me the Lab will be closed for at least a week while they repair the damage done by Jackson . . . thank God there were no deaths. The Jeffersonian will be making some security changes once we figure out how he got into the Lab. That should never have happened."

A little shocked that Cullen had accepted his news with little fanfare, Booth ran his right hand through his hair. "Three guards injured and four Lab techs . . . Bones probably saved a lot of lives delaying Seth Jackson with her gun. It allowed most of the techs to get out of the way . . . Sir . . . Bones is pregnant and well, she's really shook up about shooting Seth . . . he was nineteen and well . . . she revers life and taking that kid's life has shook her up . . . this is the second time she's had to kill someone and . . . I'm worried about her . . . I need to take some time off and be with her."

Sad to hear that Brennan felt responsible for that maniac's death, Cullen leaned against the top of his desk. "Yes of course . . . if you think it will do some good, get Dr. Sweets to talk to her . . . he's available for anyone at the Lab that needs him. It's the least we can do for them."

Grateful for the offer, Booth stood up. "I'll go down to HR and fill out the papers and then I'm going home. I guess I'll be out for the rest of the week."

Cullen stood up and reached his hand out to shake Booth's hand. As their hands met, the Deputy Director smiled. "Congratulations on the baby . . . I hope the explosion didn't hurt the poor thing."

Booth shook his hand and released it. "Bones thinks the baby is okay . . . She has an appointment with her OBGYN tomorrow morning . . . um . . . thanks."

Settled back on his chair, Cullen nodded his head. "I'll see you next week."

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The next day, Brennan's appointment came and went. Relieved that their baby was alright, Booth waited until they were in the SUV before he talked to her about Cullen's suggestion. He had wanted to make sure the baby was okay before he made the suggestion. "Bones . . . would you like to talk to Sweets?"

Certain that would be a futile exercise, Brennan shook her head. "No . . . I've been through this before Booth . . . when I killed Gil Lappin to save you . . . I lived alone that time, but this time you're with me and it helps . . . it helps me a lot."

Booth turned to face her. "Bones, I'm sorry that you had to kill Seth Jackson, but you did the right thing . . . you know I've been through this myself and . . . well you won't ever forget it, but the edges will fade and you'll stop dreaming about it . . . it did for me . . . well most of the time. If you don't want to talk to Sweets and you need to talk about it then you got me, I'm here for you all the way."

Grateful for his kindness, Brennan leaned over and kissed him. "I'll be fine eventually . . . thank you for taking the week off to be with me. It wasn't necessary, but it's a kind gesture and I do appreciate it."

"Of course, Bones." Booth turned in his seat and placed his key in the ignition. "Why don't we go home . . . maybe we can try to take a nap since the last two nights have been so . . . um . . . short."

Brennan nodded her head. "That sounds like a good idea, Booth . . . I called Angela this morning again while you were taking a shower and she says she's fine. Her doctor checked her out and she thinks Angela is going to have her baby any day now. I'm glad she didn't suffer any harm . . . or the baby."

"Yeah . . . that's great." Booth started the truck. "Maybe we can go check on her and Hodgins tomorrow. We need to rest today."

She had been worried about Angela and now that she knew her friend was okay, she felt some of the tension start to leave her body. Seth's need for revenge could have altered many lives if he had been more successful. Brennan was sad that she had killed him, but Booth was right, he had left her with no choice. That young man had been responsible for ten deaths, eleven if you included his brother Berk. He had to be stopped and she had done what needed to be done.

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Her sleep had been interrupted by another nightmare. Calling out, she woke to find Booth's arms around her. His voice was soft and filled with love. "Shhh . . . it's okay . . . it's just a bad dream."

Moving to her side, Brennan placed her leg over his leg and her arm over his chest. Her head rested on his shoulder while her fast paced heart slowly returned to its normal beat. "I keep seeing his face . . . he was so angry and so afraid . . . he wasted his life and those of the people he and his brother murdered . . . a terrible waste."

Booth rubbed her arm. "Yeah . . . he might have been nineteen, but he wasn't a boy, Bones. He was a man and he made some pretty bad decisions . . . his mother has lost all three of her children . . . I feel so sorry for her."

She knew Booth felt the deaths of children deeply. "I do too." While she lay partially on Booth, she listened to Booth's heart beat and felt calmer for it. "I'm sorry I woke you. I know you must be tired."

"I have plenty of time to sleep, Bones. We'll get this straightened out . . . it just takes time." His eyes closed, Booth continued to slowly move his hand along her arm. "I love you, Bones . . . I love you and the baby and I was so afraid when Seth blew up that bomb . . . I didn't know what to expect when I looked for you . . . if you had died . . ."

"But I didn't." His tone was so sad that Brennan felt worried for him. "I'm right here and we're together. I love you."

It was the first time she'd said it and it surprised him. He hadn't thought she was ready. His eyes now opened, Booth kissed the top of her head. "It's kind of funny . . . when I thought we'd get together, I thought about all of the new memories we would create together . . . I'd rather not create any more like we just did. We have a new life and I hope our future is just plain and ordinary."

"I concur." Brennan hoped they never had to deal with psychotic killers again.

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