"I brought Thai food," he announces as he gets to the door of her hospital room. He steps in the room and finds no one. He sits the food down and looks around.

"Temperance I swear if you left this hospital I'm going to handcuff myself to you," he tells no one as he stares at the empty bed. He finds her phone in the drawer right where he had put it. He comes to the conclusion that she must not have gone very far if she left her phone. He pulls out his phone and dials Angela.

"Hello?" she answers.

"Where are you? Please tell me that she didn't persuade you to take her home."

"We're in the chapel."

"What?"

"We're in the chapel. I've got to go," she hangs up.

He shuts the phone and slides it back into his pocket. He decides to wait. He pulls up a chair and opens the bag. As he's pulling out the contents of the bag Angela and Temperance return.

"I thought that you left."

"I was in the chapel."

"Did you get married?" he jokes.

"We're both already married," Angela adds.

"I didn't say to each other."

"Still no one got married," Angela points out as she helps Temperance back into bed.

"It's kind of sad you know."

"What's that?" he questions his wife.

"The hospital chapel was nicer than the one we got married in."

"You were the one who wanted to get married in Las Vegas," he points out.

"I guess."

"And it was like midnight," he adds.

"Tell me about the wedding," Angela requests.

"There's not much to tell," Seeley admits.

"We went to the chapel and got married," Temperance adds.

"Is there a video? Or pictures?"

"Of us getting married?" Booth clarifies.

"Uh huh," Angela nods.

"Not as far as I know," he answers.

"Did you bring that for me?" Temperance asks as she eyes the containers.

"I brought some to share with you."

"Oh," she comments.

"Should I get going?" Angela questions.

"No," Temperance answers quickly and insistently.

"I don't know why you need me here."

"As a buffer," Seeley tells her.

"A buffer for what?"

"Stupid things that we might say to each other out of anger," Temperance admits.

"Are you two going to talk about this? Or just compartmentalize?"

"We'll talk about it," he reassures her.

"When?"

"Eventually," he answers.

"You don't have that long," Angela reminds them.

"We'll talk about it with Sweets," he tells her.

"Will you really are you just telling me that?"

"I'll talk about it's ok with Bones."

Temperance says nothing. They both look at her.

"I don't know. I don't know what I'm ok with."

"You've got to talk about it. It's not healthy to bottle it all up," Angela tells her.

"What am I supposed to say? That I'm confused, and angry and devastated?"

"Yeah sweetie,"

"Ok. I'm angry and confused, and devastated."

"Booth what about you?"

"I'm..."

"Be honest with her. She's your wife."

"I'm upset. But not just about losing the baby."

"I'm sorry," Temperance apologizes.

"For what?" Booth questions.

"Putting you through this. I'm sorry that I'm not good enough."

"Temperance what are you talking about?" he wonders.

She doesn't respond. Angela speaks for her, "She thinks that it's her fault."

"She thinks that what is her fault?"

"Losing the baby," Angela answers for her once again.

"How could that be your fault? You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then why did this happen? Obviously there is something wrong with me. I can't even do something that women have been doing since the beginning of time."

"Temperance. It's not your fault."

"Yes it is," she insists.

"How?" he wonders about her logic.

"Because it is. I told Angela before I told you."

"What? How does that make it your fault?"

"I told her that I wasn't going to tell you."

"Ok."

"I told her that I was going to have abortion."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why would you tell her that?"

"Because I was going to."

"Why?"

"So that you wouldn't have to deal with all of it. Losing me is one thing, but to have to lose an unborn child at the same time would be unbearable. I wanted to protect you, but really I was just being selfish. I didn't want to have to put myself through that."

"Through what?" He probes.

"Being pregnant. Forming a bond with the baby knowing that I could never have it. I could imagine having that child, but then I would realize that it was unrealistic because it would never happen."

"Why didn't you tell me that?" he questions.

"I didn't want you to hate me."

"For what?"

"For wanting... for being selfish."

"Temperance. You weren't being selfish," he tells her.

"It's my fault. I wished that the baby didn't exist, and then it didn't. It's my fault. I did this..."

"Temperance you're being irrational," he points out.

"No..."

"Sweetie he's right. You're being irrational. You didn't do this."

"I was wrong though."

"About what?" Angela questions.

"Not being pregnant... I thought that it would make this easier, but it didn't. It made it worse. Now I just feel empty... or hollow."

Angela and Seeley look at each other and the tears begin to fall. He hugs Temperance tightly. When he lets go Angela takes a turn.

"I don't understand this. It doesn't make sense to me," Temperance admits when they finally let go.

"Because it has nothing to do with your brain sweetie," Angela points out.

"For someone who has a hard time using their heart... you've got an awfully big one," Seeley adds.

The following morning she's released. At a stop light on the way home he looks over at her. He finds her sitting next to him with her eyes closed tightly.

"What are you doing?" he asks her.

She says nothing for a moment. She finishes whatever it is that she's doing, and opens her eyes. Finally she answers his question, "Nothing," she lies.

"Why were your eyes closed?"

"Um... I..."

"Were you praying?" he questions as he accelerates through the green light.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I was just curious."

"I don't know that it's any of your business."

"I understand. Whatever you discuss with God that's between you and him."

"Do you think that I'm faithful?"

"Are you cheating on me?"

"What? No. That isn't what I meant."

"Oh what did you mean then?"

"Do you think that I have faith in things?"

"I don't know. You tend not to believe things that you can't interpret with at least one of your five senses."

"Hodgins said that I have faith in you."

"When did he say that?"

"When we were buried by the gravedigger."

"Oh."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I think that you could be faithful if you consciously wanted to."

"Oh."

"So were you praying?"

"What does it matter if I was?"

"It doesn't."

"You say that like it isn't true."

"Well... I guess it matters to me."

"Why?"

"I want to spend eternity with you."

"That's impossible. All we have is our time here on earth."

"That's where you're wrong."

"How?"

"We could spend eternity together."

"How?"

"If we both went to heaven."

"Is that why me praying is important to you?"

"Yes. You have to ask to be forgiven of you sins."

"Ok what does that mean?"

"If you do you get to go to heaven."

"And?"

"Then we can be together forever."

"And if I don't?"

"We won't."

"Interesting."

"Do you really find that interesting?"

"Yes I do. No one has ever explained it that way to me before."

"Oh," he smiles at her as she stares out the window.