Booth felt his heart swell at her words. He had waited for so long to hear her say them to him but it broke his heart that she did so now out of fear. "Hush Bones, I'm right here. I'm not going to leave you. I'll sit here with you until you go back to sleep." He propped himself against the pillows beside her. He held her hand stroking it with his thumb.

The last thing Booth remembered was placing a kiss on the top of her head. When he opened his eyes and saw the sun shining in he was surprised to feel Bones lying curled against him. He had fallen asleep with her the night before. He thought it would be best if he got out of bed before she woke up but when he looked down at her, he saw her eyes focused on him.

"Good morning Bones," he said smiling nervously at her. She rose off of him and moved to the other side of the bed. "I-I guess I fell asleep. I'm sorry I…" He sat up and kicked his feet over the side of the bed. "I'll be right back Bones." He left the room and returned a few minutes later. "You uh need to go to the you know…brush your teeth or something." She nodded.

She sat up and moved to get out of bed. "You need some help?" She made and effort to stand on her own but was unable to straighten herself. "Come on, I'll help you." He walked with her to the bathroom but hesitate leaving her. "You gonna be okay?" Again she nodded at him. "Call if you need anything."

She moved slowly around the bathroom trying to take care of everything. She found her toothbrush next to Booth's and smiled slightly. She held onto the wall as she opened the door. She walked slowly out and found Booth waiting for her. "You ready for some breakfast?"

"Yes," she said smiling at him. She didn't seem to require as much help walking and that kind of upset him. He was enjoying helping her around. Actually he enjoyed being able to touch her. He kept his arm lightly around her as they walked to the kitchen table.

"You sit here and I'll throw us something together." It didn't take long before breakfast was sitting on the table. "You alright on your own? I really like feeding you." She smile and tried out her dexterity. Her hand shook violently as she tried to lift the fork to her mouth. When she finally got it there the food had all but fallen off. He looked endearingly at her and noted her frustration. "Try it again Bones." He smiled as she tried again but she was unsuccessful.

Booth took the fork from her and put some food on it. He lifted it to her mouth and she took the bite. "Good?" She nodded. "We've got to go to an appointment today. I promised that I would get you to the Psychiatrist and we have to be there at ten. I know you hate them but I think this time it's a good thing."

Booth watched her shift her eyes away from him. He could tell that she was not pleased in the least to have to go see a psychiatrist. "I can see what you are thinking and it's not going to work. We really don't have a choice here. You are going to have to see one now or later and we may as well get it over with." He could tell she was beginning to get agitated. "Sorry Bones. I don't care how big of a fit you throw over this, we are still going to make it to that appointment."

Brennan threw her hands on the table. "Please."

"No negotiations. You have to go."

"No!" Why couldn't he understand that she could not talk about the things that happened to her. She knew what happened was real but if she vocalized it there would be no way she would be able to deny it any longer. She couldn't even tell Angela what happened let alone Booth or a shrink. It was simple she figured. She would go to this appointment but nothing said she had to talk to anyone once she was there.

"Let's finish breakfast so we can get out of here."

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"Dr. Brennan, I'm Dr. Jenkins. Why don't we go into my office where we can talk?" Booth stood and helped her up. "I need to speak to her alone sir."

"I get that but she needs help get in there. I'll come back out when I know that she is comfortable." Booth helped her into the chair in the doctor's office. "Temperance, I'll be right outside if you need anything." He leaned down and kissed her forehead before leaving.

It was almost scary how accustomed she was getting to his nearness. It frightened her how dependent she was on him. She felt as if she had lost herself as she had her carefully created control she had over her life. She was no longer Dr. Temperance Brennan, Forensic Anthropologist, she was a victim. She was suddenly what she never wanted to be a fragile broken woman.

"Dr. Brennan, I first want to assure you that anything we discuss in these sessions is strictly confidential. I want you to be able to tell me anything and everything. I realize that you have been through a traumatic experience but talking about it will help the healing."

Brennan just stared at him. There was no way she was going to talk about anything with him. She had taken an instant dislike to the man and she refused to bare her soul to him. Booth would certainly be angry but he would have to get over it because this was here life that was being dissected.

"Can you tell me anything about the attack?" He asked clinically.

"No," she muttered quietly.

"You don't remember?"

"Yes"

"But you won't talk about it?"

"No."

"Dr. Brennan I want you to understand that I have counseled many women in your condition with a high rate of success but I need your cooperation. If you won't talk to me we can't start putting the pieces back together." He was silent for several moments but Brennan said nothing in return. "I understand your work requires you to work closely with the F.B.I" It was more of a statement than a question and she simply nodded. "Then you should be aware that they will require you to have counseling and be cleared by said counselor in order to resume your work with them."

She was angry. When was the last time she had felt this angry. It was clear that he was trying to manipulate her into talking and she was livid. It wasn't as if she could just open up to a complete stranger and tell him what that man had done to her. She tried to stand up and leave but her legs were not cooperating. "Booth!" She yelled as loud as possible.

He was through the door in a second and found her standing. "What's wrong."

"Please…t-take me h-home." She stammered. He helped her out of the office.

"Agent Booth, could I see you one moment please." Booth sat her in a chair in the waiting room and went back into the office.

"Yeah?"
"I am recommending that Dr. Brennan see another psychiatrist. Dr. Carmella Stewart is one of the partners here and I think she may better suited to deal with Dr. Brennan's needs."

"What the hell happened?"

"She would not talk to me period. I can't help her if she won't talk. It happens sometimes."

"I'll phone and make an appointment." He left solemnly.

"Come on Bones, I'll take you home." When they were seated in the SUV Booth tried to initiate conversation. "I thought we talked about this Bones. You have got to talk to someone about this."

"I-I c-can't."

"I know it hurts but it can only get better now."

"N-no."

"Bones try to look at this rationally. You need to acknowledge what happened. You need to talk about it. It's not going to go away no matter how much you deny it happened." He was trying to control his temper but he was to the point that he needed to do something to spur her recovery. "Talk to me Bones. Tell me what you're feeling. Get mad, yell, do something!"

"I-I w-w-was r-r…" she paused her a moment unsure if she could say the word. Tears welled in her eyes and threatened to fall. She took a deep steadying breath. "He raped m-me Booth."