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Temperance stirred from sleep slowly, waking to the pain in her arm and a completely dark room. She wondered where she was for a moment, before it became obvious to her. She was in her own room. The blinds were drawn so she was not sure if it was that it had become dark or if it was now only the afternoon. What she was sure of was the feeling of discomfort in her arm. She had suffered many injuries in the past, knew how to keep the pain from getting to her entirely or even effect her a little, so she opted for ignoring it instead of taking the pill that had been laid out, along with a glass of water.

"I see you're finally awake," Angela says as she comes through the doorway.

"What time is it?"

Angela plops herself down beside Brennan on the bed, reclining back against the headboard. "Around four, I think."

"Good, I did not sleep for too long." It was longer than she had for a while though, according to the calculations in her head it was a good six hours of sleep. That for her, even before she had consumed herself in work, was a good night's rest.

"No, Sweetie, it is four in the morning."

"What?" Temperance sits up quickly, a pain shooting through her left arm as she does so, causing her face to involuntarily wince in pain. "I have been sleeping for eighteen hours?" She knew the pain medicine knocked her out but never that much. The last she'd had was at the hospital. It would have worn off long ago.

"Yes," Angela says, her voice laden with sadness.

Brennan interprets the tone in the wrong way which is not very surprising considering the skills she has when it comes to reading people. "I am so sorry, Ange. You could have gone home you know. I hope you did not feel like you had to stay." She really did feel awful. Who would want to sit around her apartment for hours while she slept like a log?

"No, Bren, don't feel bad. Honest, I wanted to stay." Of course she did, for her friend to think otherwise was plain absurdity. Shouldn't she know by now that she was really trying to help Brennan and be there for her when she needed it? Tonight, Angela had felt Brennan needed it. "Hodgins is still here too. Only he passed out on your couch hours ago. I just-" She stopped herself short, thinking that perhaps her intended comment should be held back. After all, Angela knew how defensive her friend could get.

"Just what, Angela?"

"Well, if I am to be honest-"

"Which you should be because saying otherwise would not make any sense," Brennan interrupted by accident. Sometimes it was just something of which slipped out. "Sorry, go on."

"I feel like I must be an awful friend if I have let you get to the point where you are so exhausted that you are dead asleep for eighteen hours." There she said it. She was a horrible friend and now she finally admitted it to someone other than herself. Although Brennan was most likely already aware of this already.

"What? Angela, I don't understand. Why would my poor sleeping habits cause you to be a bad friend?"

"Because, you are having a hard time right now, and do not go trying to deny it, and I should be here for you. Only I don't ever seem to say the right thing or help you in the right way, and I know I am really just bothering you, but I am so damn worried and I just-I can't." Angela stops as the threat of tears comes upon her. She really did not want to break apart just now.

"You're not." Temperance didn't understand, since when did Angela worry about such petty things? She always knew the right thing to do to help someone. Always had such a big metaphorical heart that she just loved anyone who needed it, sometimes that was what a person needed. "I may not be the most acutely tuned to relationships, but what about the evidence?"

"The evidence?" she questions quietly.

"Yes, my hypothesis is that everyone leaves me, that no single relationship is forever bonding and sturdy. Many times has this been proven correct, generating a theory of which I then claimed as a fact. However, it is not fact."

"It's not?" For Brennan to admit such a thing, well it meant something. She had stood by her belief that everyone left and no relationship was forever. Never had Angela known a woman who so firmly believed that she would be alone for the rest of her life. Or someone who was so seemingly okay with that belief

"No, of course not. A fact is something known to be true by actual experience or through extensive observation. I have done both, but you, Angela, have completely disproven that fact. You have stayed with me from the beginning. You have reinstated it as a hypothesis."

Angela had an awe struck look on her face. Never had she expected words like that, well words in that order, to come from Brennan. Brennan did not believe that people stayed with her and loved her, she never even considered it a possibility. Angela had known that very shortly after she had met her. "But all of the arguing and how overbearing I've been..." she stops, letting Brennan do with it what she wants.

"Well that, that has been caring, I suppose. Only right now I view it as unnecessary coddling. You are...Right, I admit regretfully. I have not handled this situation well. I have not meant to take things out on you. I do appreciate your desire to help."

"I-I'm not really sure what to say, Bren." Angela had felt like such a crap hole of a friend these past few weeks that to have someone like Brennan, of all people, to tell her she hadn't been such a thing, it surprised her.

"I was once informed that sometimes words are not necessary in a situation. Sometimes all people need is a touch and to know that someone is there for them," Temperance could feel her own eyes welling up as Angela pulled her into a hug, careful of her bandaged arm. To be honest she had not realized how poorly she must have been behaving towards Angela. She was trying so hard just to stick to eating and "sleeping" enough to placate her that it had slipped her mind completely. Her friend had put in a lot of effort to help her through this and she had not shown the slightest hint of gratitude. It was a wonder she had not been driven away as well. "I am really sorry so much of this has fallen to your shoulders," she says as they pull away. "Is that the anatomically correct place?"

Angela laughs a little and nods as she wipes at her eyes, her refrainment from crying now forgotten. "But, Sweetie, it's nothing like that. I just hate seeing you like this."

"Things will improve." She knows this, it was part of the pattern of it all. "I have been through this before, Angela. I will make it."

"I know that of course, Brennan. But you do know it is okay to show your hurt and to take some time to yourself, to try and recover a bit." The next part she had considered holding back from saying but took this rare moment of open game to go ahead and say what she thought. "Besides, you've lost people before, yes, but you've never lost Booth before."

Brennan winced at the sentence. She'd lost him only because he had left her. The pain of it was still surreal, being numbed by the distraction of her work or pulled away by the momentous encouragement of family and love. It was still gnawing at her though. In a way, it was truly her fault for letting it get to her at all. She did not have the power to stop it. No matter how hard she tried to compartmentalize it away, it would never be enough. Not right now at least. "Trust me, Ange. I know."

"I'm sorry," she whispers quietly, letting the words wrap around them in the darkness.

"Don't," Temperance replies simply. "You are the one that stayed."

Somehow they had both managed to fall asleep. Only to be awoken in the early morning by a persistently annoying sound of a cell phone. "Arf glimp gil," Angela muttered in her sleep. Her hand flapping around to locate her cell phone.

Temperance on the other hand was awake and alert from the sound. Her eyes wandered around the room before landing on the culprit. She walks over to it, lifting it and prepared to hand it to her friend, but seeing as she was still dead asleep and had been up much too late with Brennan she decided against it. "Angela Montenegro's phone, Brennan speaking," she waited patiently for a response for a minute, hearing nothing but a light static on the other end. "Hello?" she asks in confusion. Suddenly the static was gone, the caller had hung up.

"Who was it?" Angela mumbles with her voice coated with sleep.

"Wrong number I presume. They hung up without saying anything," she says and sets the phone beside Angela. "I find it rather disrespective when people do that. Would it be so hard to acknowledge you had made a mistake in your dialing?"

"No," Angela answers, taking Brennan's roll for a second in answering a rhetorical question.

"I am going to shower now. I missed a full day of work yesterday. I would like to try and get there today." Speaking of which, she still needed to know how Angela knew that this case was going to lead to some sort of disaster.

"Yes, a great idea," Angela's eyes were still extremely heavy and wanted nothing more to slip back shut for a few more hours but felt the strange urge to open them and check to see who it was that called. She groaned slightly, thankful that all of the curtains were still shut from yesterday and were keeping most of the sunlight out. She had a feeling if it was all streaming in to the room that she wouldn't take care of this nagging feeling before dosing back to sleep.

The first thing she noticed was the time, close to ten. Brennan was going to be pissed. Next she hit the necessary buttons to check her calls. There was no name, just a number, probably wrong, as Brennan had so assumed. Angela's gut was not so reliable it seemed. However, when she took a second glance the familiarity of the numbers hit her. She quickly checked back a few calls to see the same number further down. She had everyone that called her programmed into her phone. Leaving open one option, Booth.

She quickly redialed, crossing her fingers that he would pick up. "Angela?" she hears from him and breathes a sigh of relief. She had a bit of filling in to do.

"Hi, Booth. Why are you calling?" Considering how angry he had been last time, she had not expected to be hearing from him again.

"Well, for one I felt bad for being such an unpredicated jerk," he paused for a second and then she heard a scoff. "Unpredicated, I guess the squint speak really sticks with you. Second, you still have some information that I really, really need."

"Oh, wow, I nearly forgot about that." She had too. Things had been so insane. That reminded her that she needed to decided whether or not to inform Booth of Brennan's bullet graze.

"I had yesterday as well since I was too busy being a jackass to you. I really am sorry. You don't deserve it at all. I am just feeling a bit...Hopeless."

"I'm sorry, big guy. I know this is probably harder for you than me."

"It really is." He didn't know if any other pain in the world could rival his at the moment. Except possibly for one. "I broke her heart didn't I?"

"I wish I could say no, Booth. Believe me, I do, but I have to say that she is having a really hard time right now. She's not like herself at all." But last night was a testament to the fact that she may be inching towards healing.

"She sounded just like Bones always did. So pretty and perfect. I missed her more in those few seconds than I thought I could bear."

"He almost got her yesterday," she admits to him. Even if she may not want him to know, as it would kill him just a little bit more, he needed to know so that he could catch and kill the bastard before she could be further harmed.

"Wh-what? Is she alright? I mean you said almost and I just talked to her so she must be-must be okay, right?" His voice was composed entirely of panic and distress. She probably should have reassured him first.

"The bullet grazed her, she had to get a few stitches. Aside from that she's fine. Hardly seems the least bit worried about it to be honest."

"God, sometimes I swear she's going to be the end of me. Thank you, for letting me know, Angela." She could hear the sincerity resonating from his voice. He needed to know. He needed to hear of her being okay and he needed the truth. Angela may not understand the whys or the hows right now, but she knew he loved her. She knew that had not changed and never would change.

"Anytime, Booth. Now I believe I have some information for you."