Booth was nervous. It was 8:37. Angela had called him last night after she'd left his appartment to return to the hospital. She said that she didn't want to leave Bones alone.
I wouldn't leave her alone either, if I had spent that horrible night with her. I'm glad that she at least trusts Angela. Although it hurts like hell that she doesn't trust me.
He stretched. He was tired. He hadn't slept all night.
Angela trust me. She also thinks that Bones should trust me. Hell, she even wants her to move in with me. I actually don't think it's going to work.
He had worried about that one all night.
He wanted to take care of her.
He wanted her to realize that he would keep her safe.
He wanted her to trust him, the way she had, when she'd permitted him to get the keys to her handcuffs.
He desperately wanted his Bones with him.
But then again, she isn't mine anymore.
His mind always wondered to those words, that were carved into his memory:
Seeley Booth, Bones is mine.
After a morning that was filled with doubts, anger and despair, Booth made up his mind.
I'm not going to allow Bones to move in with me.
This is for the best. She trusts Angela, not me.
Angela can take much better care of Bones than I ever could.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
He jumped when he felt someone tapping his shoulder.
"Angela!!! Do NOT sneak up on me like that!!!"
"I didn't sneak up on you, Booth!"
"I called your name 8 times, Booth!"
"EIGHT !!!" She held up 8 fingers in front of his face.
"Sorry, Ange. It's just that..."
"You're stressed, I know. We all are..."
He hadn't seen it before, because she really did take him by surprise, but now he noticed. She looked like crap.
Her hair was a mess, she was still wearing the same clothes she was wearing when she'd left his apartment last night. And the circles under her eyes had darkened. They were even more present because of the fact that she looked very pale.
"Angela, did you get any sleep at all last night?"
She shook her head.
"Nope, Bren's dreams kept coming back."
He was about to ask her again what the dreams were about. She'd told him last night that they were about the rape, but he could sense that there was more to it. He never got the chance to ask her because the door flung open and Dr. Michaels approached them.
Good morning, Agent Booth, Miss Montenegro. Since you're already here, I suppose we might as well have our meeting now instead of in an half an hour.
Angela nodded and smiled.
The sooner this is dealt with, the sooner Booth can take Bren home and the sooner I can finally get some sleep.
This had been her third night without sleep. Although not sleeping didn't seem to have any affect on Bren, it most definitely had an effect on her.
She felt dizzy and woozy. She couldn't even feel her feet touch the floor anymore. She tightly squeezed her eyes shut. To try and order her body to stop fooling around.
But her body didn't listen to her.
"Ange?"
They had almost lefth the waiting room before Booth realized that Angela wasn't following them. Booth had turned around to face Angela. He couldn't wait to hear what the doctor had to say. He stepped closer and touched her arm. She didn't respond. He could feel an uneasy feeling rising from the pit of his stomach.
"Angela, are you okay?"
She was still desperately trying to regain control over her body when she heard his voice from somewhere in the distance.
I'm sorry, Bren.
It was the last thing she remembered before she lost consciousness and collapsed in Booth's arms.
