Sitting. Waiting. Hurting.
So far, Seeley Booth had waited outside the prison doors in which Brennan was being kept for 4 days, 2 hours and 15 minutes. He'd asked to see her approximately 11 times; each time he was denied. But he didn't care if he sat here for the entire month she was in custody. He didn't care if he asked relentless times a day to see her and she refused to every single time. Sure it made his heart feel like it was literally breaking into two and throb like you wouldn't believe. He was certain this hurt more than when Pam shot him. But still.... he didn't care. Because at least he was trying. Even if she didn't want him to, he was trying. And even if he couldn't see her or feel her, he was close to her; or as close as the towering prison walls would allow.
"Agent Booth, as I have told you for the past four days, Dr Brennan does not want to see you. You should go home, at least have a shower," she looked thoughtfully at me and then focused her attention on something over my shoulder. "How may I help you, Miss?"
Backing away and then turning around to leave the office, he came face to face with none other than Angela Montenegro.
"Ange, there's no point in trying. She won't let you see her," Booth said glumly as he trudged out of the office.
"We'll see about that," she said under her breath, then raising her voice to an audible level, "hello. I would like to see Dr Temperance Brennan? Tell her it's Angela Montenegro."
Booth sat on the musty yellow chairs against the wall, waiting to see Angela get knocked back; hoping it would make himself feel a little better.
"She won't let you, An-"
"Right this way, Ms Montenegro," the receptionist said, opening another door, and holding it open for her to walk through.
"What the fuck?!" Booth yelled, getting to his feet angrily. "This is bullshit, Ange, and you know it! Why will she let you see her but not me, huh? I haven't left this place for 4 days!"
A sorrowful look on her face, Ange walked over and rested her hand on his shoulder, "I don't know, Booth. I really don't know. The only reason I came is because she called me and asked me to. I'll try and find out what's up, Booth, but I don't know how that's gonna work out. I'll try and convince her to let her see you. I'll try my hardest." With that she turned and walked through the door, followed by the receptionist.
"Ange, you came!" Brennan felt relieved that Angela had actually come. She truly thought she wouldn't have because she said on the phone how guilty she'd feel if Booth found out that she saw Brennan when Brennan wouldn't let him see her.
"Of course I came, sweetie. You asked me to," Angela smiled, leaning across to touch her hand, but pulled it back when the guard told her the 'no contact' policy. "Before you speak, I need to speak. What. The. Hell. Bren! Booth literally has not left the prison since the first time he asked to see you. That's four days, sweetie! No man would do that unless he really cares, Bren. He really cares. Why won't you see him?"
"I can't, Ange. You wouldn't understand," she said, twiddling her thumbs, avoiding eye contact.
"I think I might be able to. Try me."
"Okay," she paused briefly, "I don't want to hurt Booth. I don't want him obsessing over this. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself in here. There's enough police protection here anyway. Tell Booth not to stay or try to visit anymore. I don't want him to see me like this; not when I'm most vulnerable. If you were in my position, would you want Hodgins to come and see you like this?"
"Frankly, I wouldn't care. I would miss him too much and I'm far too selfish to tell him to stay away. When you love someone, Bren, you don't mind being selfish. Start being selfish for once."
She was silent for a minute or two; thinking.
"So, Hodgins wouldn't care if you were being selfish?" Brennan was really confused.
"No. He probably wouldn't. And even if he did, he wouldn't show it because he'd know how much if meant to me. Booth would too. He doesn't care about himself. He hasn't seen you in four days and you refuse to let him; he's going insane. He misses you. Let him see you." Angela sighed, praying the message had gotten through.
"So, I should start being selfish?"
Smiling hugely, Angela replied, "yes, sweetie. Exactly!"
"Thanks, Ange."
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