Author's Note - I don't really like how this turned out, but it stumped me for a whole day. Please review and let me know what you think.

She thought that the funeral service was beautiful. She was surprised at the number of people who had come. She couldn't help but smile at the thought that another funeral had ended in a brawl and an arrest. It wasn't the first time. Maybe that would become a vicious cycle.

With that thought a wave of sadness drifted through her. She doubted that the team would continue to assist in homicide investigations. They had all gotten accustom to the excitement of the cases. Could they all just go back to working on museum pieces?

How could they go back to working cases? Cases that get people hurt and killed. This case had endangered them all. No one was safe. This wasn't the first time, but she believed it would be the last.

They could work with anyone, but they didn't want to. They had warmed to Booth over time. He had earned all their respect and affections. Who would want to take that chance again? You open your heart and you get hurt, that is a fact.

The only satisfaction she had at the moment is that they had caught Broadsky. She'd have preferred if he would have been killed after everything he had done, but you couldn't always have everything.

She turned off the laptop; she watched the video of the funeral live. The FBI had done a wonderful job hiding all the remote cameras, as well as disguising the FBI cadets as scientists and interns. It was brilliant not to use seasoned agents; they could have tipped off the observant sniper.

She had to smile at Max's actions. He had gotten many good hits and kicks in before he was subdued. She wished she had been there to do some damage herself.

She heard a firm knock and then Hacker walked into the room. She was a bit disappointed. He wasn't the FBI agent she wished to see. She really wasn't in the mood for any guests. People were babying her. She was a strong capable woman. She didn't need or want their pity.

"Everything went down pretty smoothly. Your father was released from custody once we secured Broadsky. He is pretty spry for his age. He assaulted several cadets and agents trying to get loose. No charges will be filed, of course." Hacker announced.

"Yes, my dad may be aged, but he has a high spirit. In many cultures throughout the world the patriarch is considered the protector of the family. My father takes the security of his children very seriously." She explained.

"So when are they letting you out of here?" He inquired

"The doctor said he would like to have me stay one more day for further evaluation." She stated

"I would be more than happy to drive you home, and if you should need anything I am willing to be at your beck and call." Hacker said in the same tone that he always used when trying to ask her out on a date.

"Thank you but Angela and Hodgins have already volunteered to provide that service. I think I will enjoy the time to myself without constant interruptions from doctors and nurses. Many things have occurred this week that my mind needs to come to grips with" Her mind drifted to Booth and she felt a wave of sadness move through her. She masked her emotions well from the agent in the room. "I am feeling rather tired, watching your own funeral is rather exhausting." She lied, but she didn't want to talk to this man any longer.

"Oh, of course. I have some other things that need attending anyways. Get some rest Temperance." He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead before leaving.

He left the room and Brennan savored the silence of the room. She stared out the window and admired the sunlight. She wished her bed was closer to the window. She wanted to feel the warmth of the sun's rays on her skin.

The events from earlier in the week darkened her thoughts. She shivered as she remembered how cold and wet she had been. She was never one to have nightmares, but she found that every time she closed her eyes she was back in the cave.

In the better dreams Booth would not be injured and they would climb to freedom together. In the worst, she watched him suffer and die in so many ways.

The only part of the whole event that gave her peace was their confession of love. No one would ever know, and if anyone should ever ask her of her feelings she would deny it profusely. There was point in it now. Had Booth made it out of the cave alright, she would have played off her indiscretion anyway.

She hoped that the FBI would handle the whole situation appropriately. She is sure that not everyone at the funeral was privy to the fact she wasn't actually dead. She wondered what they would put into the Newspapers. She had read online that her book sales had risen; she surmised that those who ran out and bought them only because she was supposedly dead would be quite irritable. The most important people, those that mattered knew the truth. They had all been to see her, all avoiding the subject of Booth.

Conversations didn't flow like they used to. There were so many awkward silences. It seemed like they went back in time, like all these years of working together hadn't happened. Yeah the details were all there, the memories, the knowledge of each other, but the comfort level had disappeared.

She wondered if they would ever get that back.

She wanted to go home. Being in the hospital was just a constant reminder of everything that happened. She had injuries, but nothing life threatening. She considered signing herself out, but she knew the earful she would get from Angela.

She knew they were going over all of Broadsky's victims at the lab. She wanted to be there to help. She wanted to be the one to find the links they need to put the needle in his arm. Dc doesn't have the death penalty but Virginia does. If he didn't get death she strongly considered paying inmates to make his life hell.

Brennan began trying to make plans for her future. With her expertise she had options. She would see what it was like when she returned, but she was almost certain she would need to move on.

She soon found that she was quite tired; she closed her eyes and drifted into slumber. Visions of Booth filtered through. They started full and vibrant but then drifted to her memories from the cave. She jolted awake with the sight of his pale lifeless face still etched firmly in her mind.