"This apartment is becoming very crowded," Cam commented as she entered Brennan's bedroom.

"It is? Who's here now?" Brennan sat up but made no move to rise from the bed. The grip Angela had on her hand, even in sleep, would have prevented her from doing so even had she considered trying.

"Sully and Zack, not to mention the two Neanderthals I had to identify myself to before I could even come in."

"Hodgins actually hired body guards?" Brennan asked. She knew he would consider it, would talk about doing it, but she hadn't expected him to actually go through with the idea.

"At least two." Cam smiled sadly down at Angela who had managed to remain asleep during her entrance and their conversation. "How's she doing?"

Brennan shrugged. "The medicine is letting her sleep but I don't know how much rest she's getting. I think she would have let go of my hand if she were getting any real rest."

"She's still scared, but at least she is sleeping. That's good. Is she willing to let us get her to a hospital yet?"

"I haven't actually asked her that, but…" she shook her head, "I don't think so. Cam – I know you're uncomfortable with this."

"As are you."

"I'm not uncomfortable with having you treat her," Brennan argued.

"Not at all what I meant," Cam replied, unfazed by Brennan's quick response. She was quiet while she checked Angela's pulse. "We need to convince her to at least let us take her into the Jeffersonian for X-rays. I've spent the last two hours trying to get my hands on a mobile radiology machine but I can't get one lent to me without a detailed explanation of why I need it. I can't know the true extent of some of her injuries without X-rays. There are a few other tests I'd like to run as well." She frowned. "When I was treating her initially, I found what appear to be electrical burns. I need the tests to determine exactly what I'm trying to treat."

"They electrocuted her?" Brennan's eyes darted back to Angela. "She never said anything about that."

Cam bit her lip and focused her attention on Brennan. "You know as well as I do that it's a classic torture technique and I wish I could be more surprised. She's been severely traumatized, far beyond anything she actually wants to recount to us – beyond what anyone would want to recount. I wouldn't be surprised to learn they did a lot more to her than we'll ever hear. But there are some things that can't be hidden by silence."

Brennan watch the even rise and fall of Angela's chest. "Cullen sent a report earlier."

"What did it say?"

"I don't know. I didn't want Angela to over hear it and I didn't want to leave her alone. The only other person here was Hodgins and Angela doesn't want him seeing her." Brennan looked lost.

"Well, I'm here now." Cam reached over and gently extracted Brennan's hand from Angela's grasp only to have the fingers close around her own. "And it looks like I can take your place for a little while, at least long enough for you to take a shower and talk to Seeley."

Brennan looked less than convinced but Cam spoke up before she could argue. "Hey, it's okay to take care of yourself. Angela won't even know that you're not here." She stretched out her arm and managed to maneuver around the bed, falling rather ungracefully to the mattress but maintaining her grip on Angela's hand. Angela shifted in her sleep but did not wake. "If you don't get cleaned up and looking rested soon she's going to start worrying about you and I don't think you really want to add to her worries. Go see what that report says. Eat something. Who knows, maybe Dr. Hodgins can call off the personal security."

Brennan cast one last glance at Angela. She was solidly asleep, her eyes darting beneath her eyelids. "She's dreaming."

"Let's just hope she's dreaming about Dr. Hodgins and not about the men who did this to her."

oOo

"What did Cullen's report say?"

"Bones, I thought you were resting."

She dabbed at the ends of her hair with the towel she'd draped across her shoulders. "I was. Then I took a shower." She met Hodgins' eyes. "Angela's still asleep."

Booth rose but she didn't sit down. Instead, she walked across the room to the windows and watch the snow continue to fall.

"How is Angela?"

She turned to look at Zack. He looked worried and far younger than usual. She shrugged. "Cam says she'll be okay."

"Unfortunately, the report doesn't say much," Booth said softly. "Internal Affairs is still looking into the mole issue and Cullen is hesitant to put any more agents into protecting Angela because we still don't know who can be trusted. Right now, she's got me and Sully."

"So the report is just a notification that Angela is in just as much danger as she was before?"

"Maybe more." A haggard shadow fell over his expression. "Cullen's worried about her. He suggested it might not be a bad idea if she disappeared for a while until the mole is found."

"Run away." Brennan turned the words over in her head. Angela might not be adverse to fleeing. She'd mentioned similar thoughts before about various other cases, but she was in no shape to leave now. She glanced around her living room. Cam was right, it was getting crowded.

"Okay." Cam appeared in the doorway. "I need Doctors Hodgins and Addy to leave."

"What?" Hodgins roused when he heard his name.

"Why?" Zack looked away from his perusal of Brennan's CD collection.

Cam's face was unreadable. "Go home. Take a shower. Get something to eat. I don't care what you do but I need you to do it someplace else for the next hour or two."

Booth had already begun herding them toward the door, not understanding Cam's demand but knowing it must involve Angela in some way. He glanced at Sully and wondered why Cam hadn't included him.

"I'm coming back," Jack insisted once he had been more or less shoved out into the hall.

"That's fine," Cam replied. "Alright," she began once the door was closed on the two and their unanswered questions, "Angela's awake and has agreed to let us take her to the Jeffersonian for some testing. I'd rather get an ambulance here to transport her, but I'm afraid that if I press for one, she'll refuse to budge again. So, I need Seeley and Sully to help us get her downstairs."

oOo

Sully followed Booth into the bedroom and drew to a standstill just inside the door. The room was dim and the shadows thick but a stream of light from the opened door fell across Angela's face. To say she looked bad would be the understatement of the century.

"Hey, Ange," Booth said in greeting. He took her hand in his as she lifted it from the bed. "You know, I think you're looking better."

Sully jerked his head to observe Booth. It wasn't just an empty comment, the man actually meant that she did indeed look better. How she could have looked worse, Sully had no desire to know.

"I don't feel better," she murmured hoarsely. "I think I feel worse."

"Which is why a trip to the lab is in order."

"I don't feel that much worse," she whispered with a half smile. "Just don't let Cam get me on her autopsy table and I'll go willingly."

He smiled at her. "It's a deal."

/to be continued/