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They talked for another hour or so before Temperance decided to go to bed. She picked up the photo album and stood beside Booth.

"I'll grab a blanket from the hall closet and sleep here tonight," he said looking down at the couch.

"Thanks, Booth," she said as she bent down and placed a kiss on his cheek.

She walked into her bedroom, pulled back the covers and crawled in. She thought sleep would come quick, but quite the contrary. She tossed and turned, but nothing. Booth could hear her silent struggle and decided to go check on her. Standing in the doorway of her room, he softly cleared his throat. Temperance jumped up as if lightening had struck her.

"Booth.." she stammered.

"You ok?" he asked in a concerned tone.

"I'm fine…I'm fine," trying to make herself believe it too.

He started to turn around, but stopped at the sound of her voice.

"Seeley, I…I can't sleep," he could her the tears in her voice.

He turned around and walked over to her. "Let me stay with you till you fall asleep," he waited for her approval.

"Thank you," she said as she pulled back the covers.

He crawled in beside her.

Soon enough she was asleep.

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She was back there again. Rodney Miller had burst into their room when he heard the two girls laughing.

"What's going on in here?" he demanded in a drunken tone.

"Why do you need to know?" demanded Kennedy.

"I've had just about enough you lately," as he swung his hand across her face.

She wasn't ready for that. Usually she had some time to prepare herself while they bickered.

"Ha! Caught ya off guard this time, huh?" he blabbered.

He pulled back his fist, but this time Tempe stepped in front of him. His hard fist landed on the outer corner of Tempe's right eye. Shocked filled his face as he looked at her.

"One hit, that's the deal. NOW GO!" Tempe shouted.

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Booth was getting up from the bed when he heard her breathing becoming more rapid. Resting back down, he began rubbing her back, but it didn't seem to be helping.

"Shhh," he whispered in her ear, "I'm right here. You're safe."

Nothing seemed to work. She had started mumbling and tossing about.

Sitting up, she screamed, "One hit, that's the deal. NOW GO!"

Booth was at her side immediately grabbing her trembling body and rocking her back and forth.

"Shhh, I'm here," he repeated over and over again.

The shaking finally subsided and he laid her back onto the mattress. She placed her head onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. She opened her mouth to explain, but he placed his finger on her lips.

"When you're ready, I'll be here," he whispered.

Booth woke up and glanced at the clock. 'It can't be 8 already,' he sighed. He carefully pulled himself away from a sleeping Brennan not wanting to wake her. Stumbling into the kitchen he turned on the light. Opening up the cabinets and refrigerator, he began making breakfast.

"Morning sleepy head," he teased when he saw a bed head Brennan standing in the doorway.

"Funny," she stated with a sarcastic grin running her fingers through her hair.

He handed her coffee and pulled out a chair for her at the table. He placed a plate in front of her with pancakes and sausage on the side. She sipped her coffee, but only scooted her food around with her fork. Her loss of appetite didn't go unnoticed by Booth.

"So when does our flight leave?" trying to get here back to the present.

"Huh? Oh, at 3 o'clock this afternoon," she stumbled over her words.

It was 9 o'clock now, which gave them plenty of time to get anything she needed done.

"I guess I should start packing and get ready," she sighed.

"Let's just sit down for a little. We've got plenty of time," he protested.

He took her hand and led her over to the couch. They sat down so close to one another it was hard to tell where he ended and she began. He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her. Snuggling in closer, she felt at peace. The conversation was all about Kennedy, Thomas, Noah, and Andy. She rattled on and on about all of them.

"I just can't believe she's gone," she finally said.

Booth gave her a squeeze and kissed the top of her head.

"I'm glad you're sharing all of this with me," he whispered.

Brennan looked over at the clock: 11:30. She'd better get started.

Booth showered while Brennan started packing. She threw in a couple of long sleeved shirts, a few pairs of jeans, all the necessities, shoes, and a knee-length black dress. That was it, all she needed. She carried her duffle bag into the living room and placed it beside Booth's.

Booth noticed she had put out regular shampoo and soap for him to use, but he could help but pick up the coconut mango shampoo and breathe deeply. He loved the way her hair smelled. It was the most intoxicating fragrance. After finishing his shower and dressing, Booth stepped out into Brennan's room. Her back was to the bathroom. She was staring out the window and holding something in her hand. Quietly Booth moved around the bed and sat down beside her. He snaked his arm around her waist and looked down at her hands. She was holding two small shirts in her hands. They both read…My Aunt Loves Me!! She slowly exhaled and turned towards Booth.

"Those are too cute," he said with a smile.

"I bought them a couple of weeks ago, but then things turned for the worse with Kennedy and I just kept on forgetting to give them to Thomas."

"Let me have them and I'll put them in your bag," he said extending out his hand.

She handed the two shirts to him and walked towards the bathroom.

A little while later she appeared in the doorway.

"Well I guess I'm ready," she stated walking towards Booth.

"Oh.." she stammered bringing her hand to her forehead, " I meant to book a car."

"No worries, I already took care of it," he soothed.

She tilted her head and smiled, "What would I do without you?"

"You'll never get the chance to find out," he replied.

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