He drives her home. He walks her to her door, and unlocks it for her with his key. She slowly moves toward the bedroom. When she gets to the doorway she stops. He stops right behind her.
"Pink?" she questions.
"Uh huh,"
"Did you do this?" she asks.
"Yeah. I decided to go with something different,"
"Thanks," she says softly.
"No problem," he answers.
She turns around, and embraces him. He holds her tightly.
"I can't stay here, not alone," she admits.
"Ok," he tells her.
"I'm tired,"
"Ok,"
"I can't sleep in here,"
"Ok," he nods. He lets her go. She goes into the living and takes a seat on the couch. He grabs the comforter, and two pillows off the bed. He brings them to her.
"Why don't you take a nap out here,"
"Ok," she agrees.
Two hours later she wakes up.
"Seeley?" she calls out.
When there is no answer she starts to panic. Then she finds a note on her coffee table.
Don't panic. I'll just be gone for a minute I needed to pick up your rx.
Seeley
She relaxes into the couch. He returns moments later with her prescriptions, and a smoothie.
"I brought you something," he tells her.
"What?"
"A smoothie," he answers.
She smiles at him and takes it from him.
"I suggest that you take one of these,"
"Why?" she asks as she takes the pill bottle from him.
"Because your last dose of pain meds is going to start to wear off soon,"
"Ok," she agrees.
She carefully reads the bottle. She then tries to open the bottle but can't. He gently slips the bottle out of her hand. He opens the bottle, and gives her one, he then screws the cap back on. She puts the pill in her mouth and washes it down with smoothie.
"I'm allergic to banana," she tells him.
"What?" he looks at her in alarm.
"I'm kidding,"
"You don't kid that isn't normal for you. I don't expect it,"
"I've got to find something to do,"
"Maybe if you had a T.V.,"
"I've got books,"
"Books only do so much,"
As Temperance lifts the smoothie to her mouth she notices something on the palm of her hand. She sits the drink down and studies the palm of her hand.
"What is this?"
Booth studies it. And then carefully answer, "It's a flower,"
"I can see that but how did it get there?"
"Angela drew it two days ago," he tells her, "You were asleep," he adds.
"Why did you let her draw on me?"
"She drew on me too. She drew on you in pen. She wasn't so nice to me. She drew on me with permanent marker,"
"Let me see,"
He lifts up the sleeve of his shirt and reveals a big red heart.
"Nice huh?"
"I think it's beautiful," she tells him as she stares at it, "Wait is there something written inside of it?"
"Yes,"
"What?"
"Nothing," he tells her.
She gets closer to him. She stares at him.
"It's a skull and cross bones," she confirms.
"I know,"
"Why would she put that inside of a heart?"
"I'll let her tell you that story," he sighs.
"Why?"
"She did it I didn't," he reminds her.
"Ok. I'll ask her," Temperance threatens.
"I hope you do," he counters.
"Fine. I will,"
"Good,"
Just then Seeley's phone starts to ring.
"Hello?" he answers.
"Seeley we got him,"
"The guy?"
"Yeah. We got him. I don't think that he's going to get off either. Caroline seems to want him nailed to the wall pretty bad,"
"Good. Keep me updated,"
"Will do,"
"Bye Cam," he hangs up.
"What did Cam want?"
"They caught the guy that did this to you," he tells her.
"Oh," she says with a breath of relief.
"So do you want me to stay with you tomorrow?" he asks.
"Why would you stay with me? I'm going to work," she informs him.
"I don't think that's such a good idea,"
"Booth I need to get back to my work. The sooner I do the sooner things go back to normal,"
"Temperance you do realize that things may not ever go back to normal,"
"I know. But I want as normal as I can possibly get,"
"Why don't you have a sit down with Sweets first. If it's ok with him I don't see that anyone else will have a problem with it,"
"Ok," she agrees.
That night she goes to take a shower before bed. An hour later when she hasn't come out of the bathroom Booth grows alarmed. He goes to the door and hears that the water is still running. He grows increasing concerned when he hears his partner sobbing. He turns the knob and discovers that it's unlocked. He finds the shower curtain pulled. He stops at the shower and asks, "Temperance are you ok?"
She doesn't answer. He pulls the shower curtain back and finds her crumpled up on the floor of the shower with the water still running. He feels the water and realizes that it's ice cold. He quickly turns it off.
"You've got to be freezing," he states.
He grabs a towel and wraps it around her. She continues to cry.
"It think that it's time to get out of here," he tells her.
She looks at him and says, "I can't get clean."
"What do you mean?"
"I can't get him off of me," she cries.
He walks out of the room and returns with a nightgown, and a pair of underwear. He hands them to her. She doesn't take them.
"Come on. You've got to put these on, you're going to freeze to death,"
She just looks at him with pain in her eyes physically shaking. He turns around so she can get dressed. She dries off and slips the clothes on. She collapses on the lid of the toilet. She buries her face in her hands.
"No, no. You're going to be ok. You're strong. Don't let this ruin you," he tells her.
He pulls her off the toilet seat. She buries her face in his shoulder. He hugs her, and then steps back. He wipes away her tears, and tries to prop her up. He grabs the blow dryer off the counter, and plugs it in.
"Come here," he tells her.
She looks at him with a look of pain and emptiness in her eyes this time. He turns on the blow dryer and gets her hair dry enough that she won't freeze to death. He turns the dryer off, and pushes her out of the bathroom. She lays down on the couch. She looks at him helplessly. He pulls the covers over her, and bends down next to her. "You'll get through this," he promises.
The following morning they both get up and get dressed as usual. Temperance tries to cover up the bruises, but is entirely unsuccessful. She acts as if nothing has happened, and goes back to her normal routine.
"Bones!" Seeley calls from the living room. "Can you get this off? I've scrubbed and it won't come off. I don't want to get it all over my shirt," he whines.
"Come in here," she tells him.
He stops at the partially open bathroom door.
"You can come in. I'm dressed," she instructs.
"Ok," he pushes the door open, and steps in.
"Sit down," she demands.
He puts the lid of the toilet down, and takes a seat.
She opens the medicine cabinet and pulls out a bottle of nail polish remover, and some cotton balls. She pours the nail polish remover onto a couple of cotton balls over the sink.
She walks over to him and prefaces it by saying, "This is going to be cold." She wipes it all over his arm. She grabs a wash cloth and wipes. "There you go good as new," she feigns a brief smile.
He slowly looks down at his arm with doubt. He studies his arm and can't seem to find a trace of the permanent marker.
"Where'd you learn that?"
"You pick up a few things here and there," she admits.
"Huh," he nods.
Three minutes later she's headed to the door as he's tying his shoes.
"Come on let's go," she scolds.
"Coming," he answers as he hops up.
After half an hour with Sweets he clears her to go back to work. Of course Dr. Saroyan comes to see him about this.
"Can I have a minute?" she asks.
"Sure take a seat,"
"I'd rather not,"
"What do you need Dr. Saroyan?"
"Did you clear Dr. Brennan to go back to work?"
"Yes,"
"Are you sure?"
"Working helps her. It's therapeutic. It's also important for her to try to return to an as familiar environment as possible,"
"Are you sure? Is she emotionally..."
"Her work is completely separate from anything that happens to her outside of work,"
"But Dr. Sweets no one gets over that, and no one forgets that, not even her,"
"I'm aware. That isn't the goal. The goal is for her to return to her normal routine. You see she needs structure. Without that structure everything will collapse. She needs the routine in order for her to be able to deal with this,"
"Are you positive?"
"Yes,"
"Ok," she agrees reluctantly.