A/N: So here is the next chapter! Thank you so much everyone for the reviews! I am over 100, I can't believe it. Just to let you know I have bumped the rating up to an M! Enjoy!
Chapter Fourteen
He lifted Chris out of the car and walked up to the front of the house and waited. He smiled as he looked down at the sleeping girl. With her wavy auburn hair and hazel eyes she looked so much like Brennan. The door opened to reveal a very sleepy looking Angela.
"Sorry about this." He said, coming into the house.
"It's okay. I completely understand." Angela replied. "Although the two-thirty in the morning thing I could have done without."
"Sorry, I just couldn't take it anymore. I need to talk to her." He said.
"Yes you do." She said. "Come on, I just put some coffee on. I will show you to her bed."
He followed her down a long hallway to a room. Angela opened the door and he went in and placed her on the bed. He stroked her cheek softly and headed back outside with Angela.
"Coffee?" she asked.
"Yes, please." He replied.
She trudged down to the kitchen.
"Hodgins still sleeping?" he asked.
"Yes, he sleeps through everything, I swear." She replied, laughing. "It's a good thing though. After the Gravedigger, he couldn't sleep at all for the longest time."
He took the cup of coffee from her and sat down at the table.
"Is Chris going to be alright in there?" he asked.
"Yes, she will be fine." She said. "Our room is right next door and I also placed a baby monitor in the room in case she wakes up crying and I can't hear her."
He was going to ask why she had a baby monitor and then he remembered.
"So what are you going to say to her?" she asked, changing the subject swiftly.
"I don't know." He replied. "Angela, I… what do I say to her? I have so many questions I don't know where to start. Half of me wants to take her into my arms and make it all better, the other half wants me to yell at her until I am blue in the face. I understand the way she is now, she has been through a traumatic experience, obviously she is going to be messed up. But why did she leave me in the first place? I need to know."
"You need to remember that Brennan was screwed up before all of this happened." Angela said. "Yes, she hid it well, but she was still screwed up."
"Her parents." He stated.
"That's part of it, I am sure there is more. But remember she was doing just fine with her little screw and run relationships and then you came along. And you offered something that was more than that." Angela said.
"Ugghh, I just…" he trailed off, not knowing what to say.
"Have you ever thought that she is trying to protect you from all of this? From herself and all of her problems?" Angela asked. "You, Booth are a fixer. You have the compulsive need to fix things, but what you need to realize is that some things can't be fixed. And if she can't be fixed, are you okay with that?"
"I don't know." He said honestly.
"You need to deal with that." Angela replied. "And all the other stuff you have going on. Too bad Gordon Gordon's not around."
He chuckled. "Yeah, maybe he would have made me build a pool or something this time."
"What do you want Booth?" Angela asked. "Do you want to get back together with Bren?"
"That's the other thing I don't know." He admitted. "She hurt me Ange and worse than that she hurt Chris. Chris is my life and I don't know if I could let her be hurt. Chris is old enough now that something like this would really affect her. I mean what happens if we are together and then Temperance decides to bolt again?"
Angela just shrugged. "I don't have an answer to that Booth."
"Yeah." He replied.
"Go." Angela said, reaching over and laying her hand on top of his. "Talk to her about everything. Ask her why she left you. Sort it out between you."
He nodded and got up from the table.
"Thanks Angela." He said sincerely.
"Your welcome." She said, standing and drawing him into a hug. "That's what friends are for."
He headed out and got into his car. His brain was swirling with questions and thoughts.
'I need her to answer my questions.' He thought to himself. 'I need to know why.'
He drove off in the direction of the Jeffersonian.
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She laid out the bones in front of her. She was the only one there not counting the one security guard who she knew was sleeping in his office down the hall. It was three o'clock in the morning so she knew that she would be able to work without distraction.
It had been almost a week since she went to the hospital and she felt like she hadn't been on steady ground since. She could barely focus during the day what with Booth staring at her and Angela trying to get her to talk. Zach and Hodgins were completely confused by the whole situation. So she started completing most of her work at night.
The car rides to and from the crime scene or after an interrogation were the worst. There was a constant stream of tension in the air. It also didn't help that Chris was in the lab most of the week. She had avoided her most of the time, locking herself in her office when she wasn't working with Booth.
She knew they wouldn't be able to work together for much longer. It wasn't working. There was just too much between them.
She thought about the email she received earlier. It was from an associate of hers, Dr. Flendman. A mass grave had been discovered outside Cairo and he had emailed asking whether she would consider heading it up. She was going to reply no, but the current situation made her think and she had emailed back telling him that she would think about it. She had been at the Jeffersonian for eight years, maybe it was time for a change.
She looked at the bones in front of her and shook her head. She couldn't even concentrate when he wasn't there. Their situation was affecting her job and she wouldn't allow it. She stared at the bones again, looking for cause of death when she heard a voice behind her.
"Hi Bones." He said, making his way up the stairs.
"What are you doing here?" she replied, not turning around.
"We need to talk." He said.
"It's three o'clock in the morning. And I am busy." She said, examining the bones for cut marks.
"Temperance." He said, his voice low and pleading.
She turned around and placed her hands on her hips. "What?" she said angrily.
"We need to talk." He repeated.
"There is nothing to talk about." She replied, her voice getting louder.
"Nothing to talk about?" he said incredulously. "We have everything to talk about." He moved one step closer to her.
She knew he was trying to intimidate her by moving into her personal space, but she didn't flinch. She just moved closer and stared at him in the eyes.
"Leave me alone." She said pointedly.
"Why did you leave me?" he asked.
"Do you not understand, I don't want to talk." She said her voice rising in volume.
"I need to know." He shouted, his fists clenched. "I need to know why."
She just stared at him, refusing to answer. She was not doing this.
He stared back, the tension between them crackling in the air. They were only an inch away from each other, trying to stare each other down. In the days before they dated, one of them would concede and then the argument would be over. After they dated, something else entirely would happen. But now, they were stuck in this limbo, neither of them wanting to back down but neither of them knowing what to do.
She didn't know who made the first move. All she knew was that his lips were assaulting hers and she was pushing back with a force that surprised her. His hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer, bumping against the table and causing the bones to rattle.
She reached for him, threading her fingers through his hair as he pulled away from her lips and started kissing the side of her neck. She felt waves of pleasure go through her, reaching the very bottom of her toes. She pressed against him and felt his penis through his pants and she let out a moan.
She pushed him away from her and furiously unbuttoned his shirt as he did the same to hers. There was no soft kisses of tenderness or words of love and they barely looked at each other as they removed the rest of their clothes.
He had her backed up against the exam table and the cold metal caused her to shiver with delight. He nipped at her breast and she held back a scream. She was soaking wet, she had been waiting four years for this, for him. They lowered themselves to the ground and she parted her legs, ready for him.
When he thrust into her, she forgot everything, the pain, the anguish, everything between them was gone. She rolled her head back as he pounded in to her, their grunts and moans echoing off of the walls.
And as they climaxed, they both had the same thought.
'What have I done?'