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8. Recap

"I got to go Max, my five minutes are up."

"Okay Booth. Take care. We'll get you out of there."

"Thanks Max. Hey… How is Bones? She had some trouble sleeping lately, and..."

"Really? And how would you know that?" Max asked with a faint smile. These two were just so obvious!

"No, It's not what you think..." Booth quickly tried to assure him.

"That doesn't matter now Booth. Let's prove you're innocent first."

"I didn't do this Max." Booth said seriously. "I wouldn't do this to her. I would never hurt her."

"I know son. If I didn't, you wouldn't be in jail right now, you'd be dead and buried."

And at that Booth actually laughed. He was getting framed for murder and laughed at the threat of a conman and murderer.

He was definitely losing his mind.

"Max, could you put Bones back on please."

Max handed the phone to his daughter, who had been sitting at his side for the entire conversation.

"Booth?"

"Hey Bones. I really got to go now. Just wanted to say bye." He could hear her smile trough the phone.

"Bye Booth." and with that the line disconnected.

Slowly she put the phone down and sighed. She knew her father was looking at her so she just walked to the kitchen and opened her fridge.

"Want a beer dad?"

"Uhm.. Sure, thanks honey." he said absentmindedly.

Brennan thought it had been nice of Booth to call her. If she had to be completely honest, it had been nice to hear his voice too, even if it had only been a few words.

"So what didn't Booth want me to know?" she asked her father as she handed him his beer and sat down on her couch.

He just looked surprised at his daughter.

"Dad, I know I don't have the best social skills and I might be quite oblivious sometimes, but I'm not stupid. And I know Booth."

Max smiled and nodded. "Of course." he sighed. "Well, you already know about the scientific evidence."

"What else is there?" she already interrupted him.

"Motive."

"What would be Booth's motive to kill those women?" Brennan asked confused.

"You never told me Booth was in a coma after his surgery. And he hallucinated?"

"What has that to do with anything?" she asked even more confused. "They think he's still having those hallucinations and they're telling him to kill?!"

"No. Well, not precisely."

"Well, what do you mean then?"

"They think he got disappointed when he woke up."

"Disappointed?" she asked a little alarmed.

"For him not being married to you. For you not to be carrying his baby." Brennan's brows furrowed. What?!

"They think he wants to kill that dream, that hallucination, by killing a pregnant you." Max said, looking worried.

"That is… That is absolutely ridiculous. Booth and I are friends. Just friends. And even if he did feel that way, and he doesn't, still he wouldn't do something like that. Booth respects human life, more than anyone I know. He would not do something like that." she disclaimed, swaying her beer.

"I know that honey. Besides, Booth is a smart man. Like we said before, he wouldn't be scattering evidence like the Easter bunny."

"I don't know what that means." Brennan said.

"It means he didn't do it honey. And we're going to prove it." Brennan nodded.

"How did they know all the details about that hallucination of his anyway. I don't see Booth telling them that."

"I don't know." Max said while he relaxed himself a little into the couch.

"Thought he said they knew all about it through that kid-psychologist of yours."

"Sweets?!" Brennan asked, her voice rose.

"Yeah that one… hey, where are you going?" he asked while she took her coat and stormed to the door.

"Pay my psychologist a little visit. I'm suddenly feeling in a mood to share."

O_ow... Run Sweets, run! :)

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