Last chapter, maybe…. *insert evil smile here* That depends on how much I love you, and the amount of reviews I get. Eternal love for the people that took time out of their busy lives to let me know how they felt about my story – except flamers *growls menacingly* so yeah, enjoy this :) And it's all fluff… just thought I'd warn you.

3 weeks later

Brennan sat on the interior window ledge of her apartment, head against the cool pane of glass that separated her from the outside world. She pressed against it, the thin sheet of glass feeling fragile, as though it would shatter with her weight on it. She leant her hot forehead on the window and watched the rain slowly slide down the glass and fall in a never-ending torrent that fell from the iron-grey clouds above the city. Her apartment was dark, no light from anywhere, the TV was off, her laptop was closed down and her bedroom light was off and the door closed. She could hear the wailing of sirens in the sleeping city, someone was hurt, someone was going to jail, the same as always. The cast weighed heavily on her wrist, and she shifted it slightly so that it was resting on her other arm, folded over the top. She shook it slowly, pain spiking down as the sluggish curdle of blood returned to her fingertips with a faint tingling of nerves.

She slowly drew her legs up onto the window ledge, her bare feet resting on the painted wood, the cold slowly inching its way up her legs. She wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging them to her chest and resting her chin on them, almost in the foetal position. The cut on her leg was slowly healing now, but there would always be a long, puckered scar on her calf where the knife had left its unflinching mark on her warm flesh. It was still encased in a thick, soft bandage, and she could feel the bulkiness under her thin pyjama trousers. She stared out at the orange sodium streetlight below her, the rain blurring the outline of it. The streets were completely waterlogged, the rain making rivers on the sidewalk that kept growing under the unending downpour. Every so often, a car would brave the torrent and drive past, sending a tidal wave of water over the sidewalk, windscreen wipers flashing furiously.

'Bones? How long have you been here?' Booth's soft voice filtered through her thoughts and she turned her head a little, catching sight of him standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb.

'A long time. What is the time, coincidentally?'

'Morning.'

'Then I've been here all night.'He took a step forwards, his face full of concern and his dark hair curiously and deliciously ruffled. She turned away again and watched the torrent of rain pouring over the windows and onto the streets. 'Bones, are you okay?'

'What do you think?' Her voice was flat, expressionless. He took some more steps towards her until he was standing behind her, watching the patter on the concrete outside.

'You look awful.'

'Thanks. Just what every girl needs to hear.'

'Bones, I wasn't being serious. You're doing fine.'

'That's what everyone's saying! All the doctors, all the therapists, that's all they ever say to me. But I can't believe it, Booth, I just can't.'

'Bones…'

'Bones what! What is there you can tell me! I just…' Her eyes began to tear up and she rested her forehead against the window, trying to hide the warm, salty tears tracking down her face.

'Nothing. There is nothing else I can say that will change your mind. And I'm sorry I can't make everything better, but I can do my best to be here for you.' She swallowed and resumed watching the rain.

'Thank you.' He stood closer to her and rested the palm of his hand on her shoulder, increasing the pressure slightly as each second went by. In a moment of weakness, she grabbed his hand and pulled it from her shoulder, lacing their fingers together and drawing him closer. He obliged and pulled her off the window ledge, sliding on himself and placing her lightly on his lap with his arms around her. She closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat through his skin.

'I'm sorry about earlier…'

'Look, you were scared and angry. I completely understand.'

'But I don't want you to see me like this.'

'If I can't take you at your worst, how on earth am I meant to take you at your best?'

'I don't… oh.' She smiled and closed her mouth.

'You're learning.' He told her, and lifted her up. 'Now, get some sleep.'

'I don't want to.'

'You have no choice.' He held her tightly in his arms and carried her into her room, his bare feet padding on the carpet in her bedroom.

'Booth! Put me down!'

'Nope.'

'Put. Me. Down. Now.' He dropped her on her bed and sat next to her in his pyjamas, running a hand through his spiked up hair.

'Of course.' He said smoothly, a smirk on his face.

'I didn't mean here.'

'I did. You need to sleep.'

'I want to watch the rain.'

'Too bad, I want you to sleep.'

'Booth!'

'What?' He stretched out on her sheets and with a quick flick of his wrist; he covered her in the duvet. She stretched and laid her cast on the soft duvet, yawning widely.

'I guess I could do with some sleep…' She sighed, slowly subsiding into dreams. Booth watched her for a while, one finger tracing his scar on his shoulder and his ribs aching. Then he stood up and padded quietly out of her room to watch the rain.

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