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These Dreams

It was dark. The room silent as she continued to work on the body in front of her. The murder had been brutal, all her team had been affected by the apparent indiscriminate violence that had been inflicted on the young man. Shaking her head she knew that she'd have to go home soon. Even Temperance Brennan had gone home. Sighing she snapped off the latex gloves and turned towards her computer. She pressed the power down button on the computer screen.

"I wont be a moment." She called out, knowing that he had come back, probably with the intention of making sure she ate something and got some sleep. She loved that about him. He had seen so much in Iraq, so much pain and destruction but he still looked out for those people he cared about them. "Arastoo? Is that you?" She turned as she heard the door behind her snap open. "Oh. I. You can't be in here." She stepped forwards hoping to intimidate the larger man. "You." She was pushed back as a gloved harm pushed her to the back of the office. She grappled with the larger man, trying to fight for breath. The world turned back as she felt her legs buckle.

"Cam." She heard her name called. "Camile, open your eyes. It's ok. It's over." She felt a hand take her own. "Cam, please." Her eyes snapped open as a tear escaped. Her breathing seemed to seattle as she listened to the familiar voice.

"I."

"You were dreaming." Arastoo smiled. "It's ok."

"Sorry." She breathed heavily. "I think I might have been remembering something."

"That's fantastic." Arastoo smiled encouragingly. "Isn't it?" Cam pushed herself up into a sitting position, relieved that she was now no longer in the Intensive Care Unit.

"I have an office."

"Yes, you do." He smiled, relieved that something seemed concrete in her mentory. He hadn't seen her looking so determined since the attack. Her eyes focused on his, fear flashing through them for a split second.

"Cam?"

"I was attacked in my office. I remember that."

"Do you remember anything else?" Arastoo looked away as she slipped her hand from his.

"I think you need to go."

"Cam?"

"Please, I think you need to go. Now." Arastoo frowned.

"Cam, I don't understand."

"I remember. Go. Now. Please."

Arastoo got to his feet before heading out into the corridor feeling that he had been punched in the stomach. His heart lurched as he heard her dissolve into tears as he left the room.

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Brennan smiled slightly as she watched Christine turned in her sleep. The little girl was oblivious to the horrors that made up her parent's world, if Brennan had her way she always would be.

"Hey." She turned to see Booth in the doorway to their daughter's bedroom.

"Hey. She just nodded off."

"Michelle called." Booth sighed as he stepped nearer to her. "Cam has remembered the attack."

Brennan took his hand, leading him out of the room. She knew he was worried about his friend, she knew to him an attack on one of the Jeffersonian team was an attack on him. He knew she felt the same. In their own way they were all family. Once inside their bedroom she sat on the bed as he began to pace the room.

"She remembers being attacked."

"You said that."

"She thinks Arastoo did it." Booth turned to look at her. "She thinks her fiance attacked her."

"No. He didn't." Brennan stated calmly. "None of the evidence points to him. He was nowhere near the Jeffersonian at the time." Booth nodded. He knew she was right. He had been home, waiting for her. Michelle had vouched for him. He believed the Squintern.

"I just keep thinking how I would feel if it was you in that bed. If it was you that thought I was capable." He shook his head as Brennan reached for his hand.

"I know you'd never hurt me."

"Bones."

"Ssh." She kissed him gently. "It's her brain playing tricks on her. Ask Gordon or Sweets. They are the experts with all this stuff. You know that."

"And you still think its a what? Fake science?"

"Psuedoscience." She rested her forehead against his. "I just know how confused she must be. Cam is an intelligent woman. Her brain has to be trying to make sense of what happened to her." Booth nodded before pulling her into his arms.

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Angie walked around the Jeffersonian in the dark. The artist was trying to picture what had happened to her friend. Security had been adamant that no one could get in or out of the building without being seen. She didn't believe them, knowing that her best frind had been shot just a few months earlier in the same building. At night. When she was alone.

"Cam? What were you doing?" She walked up to the entrance to Cam's office. "Why were you here so late when you had Michelle and Arastoo to go home to?"

"Ang."

"Oh hi. Who has Michael?"

"Gordon." Hodgins walked towards her. "He's fine. You ok?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "I was just trying to put the attack through the Angelator and I realised I couldn't see where the attack would come from. I don't do the 'who' or 'why' I do the 'how, the circumstances'. This is not what I do."She shook her head.

"Booth and Sweets have names in the frame." He wrapped his arms around her. Angela nodded.

"Oh, how did you get in here?"

"My pass."

"Has anyone checked that passes have been used? Stolen or lost."

"It was the first thing they checked. The cops and the FBI." Angela nodded.

"Of course." She paused. "But did they know where to look?" She ran towards her own room as Hodgins shook his head before following her.

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