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Journal,

Who knew you couldn't handle sugar and caffeine? I need to have that concoction tested; its effects are quite unique. Both you and Hoddgins had very unique reactions; you seemed to regress back to a stage in your youth. Both of you exhibited playful, youthful behavior; Hoddgins slide down a banister giggling like a young child and you seemed completely intrigued by a bowl of decorative balls. It was truly fascinating to observe. You reminded me of what Parker was like when I first met him.

I am glad I had the forethought to set my laptop within reach before you went to sleep on me. I find that I need to work through my thoughts. This method has proved to be highly beneficial for me. My mother encouraged me to keep a diary as a child. She said it was a way to work through your day. I find myself thinking of my mother a great deal recently. I wish that she were here to converse with me. There are moments when her confidence would prove quite valuable.

Now is one of those moments. Less than an hour ago you said you loved me and couldn't make it without me. You didn't qualify your love this time. Does that mean you would miss my friendship? Or do you feel something more than friendship for me? Do you love me? Could you love me? I wish my mother were here to help facilitate my understanding. My father was always proficient with science and math, but my mother was like you… she was the heart person. She was able to help me understand my emotions. Some days I miss her greatly … so much so that my chest hurts. I felt that way about you when you were in Afghanistan and I was in Maluku.

I want you to love me. Angela explained love to me as longing to be with someone all the time … that person is the first you want to call when something good happens … or something bad. They are your last thought at night and your first thought in the morning. If that is an accurate description of love than I believe that I love you.

Having you sleeping on my lap as I work through my day is quite pleasant. I do not mind when you sleep here. I am more than able to take care of myself, but when you are here I feel more secure. It is irrational, but your presence inspires feelings of safety and security … I know you will protect me.

Booth was awed by his partner's words and trust in him. After arriving at work he was mortified to discover Cam had emailed him the footage of the Hoddgins, the junior squints and him on Joy Juice. How embarrassing that 4 grown men had been reduced to idiocy by sugar and caffeine, while a teenage boy was completely unaffected just as the drink's creator had been. He had been petrified of what Bones' reaction was, when he realized the most recent journal update had been made last night after she'd taken him back to her apartment. All she'd told him this morning about his behavior was that he should "monitor if sugar and caffeine intake" and that "based on my observations yesterday it is unwise for you to ingest large amounts of them together".

It was definitely time to do something nice for his Bones. Taking care of him yesterday, without making fun of him. Letting him sleep the whole night through with his head on her lap and most of all for not running when he said I love you. Yep, time to do something special for her. Maybe there is something in here about her mother … something that will remind her of a happy memory. Booth thought as he scrolled through a number of entries, before finding what he was looking for.

Journal,

It's the anniversary of my mother's death today. It has me thinking about visiting the grave again, I am aware that my mother wouldn't recognize my presence at the grave site, since her soul is long gone, and she is conscious of nothing. I am reluctant to admit it, but the last time I went there, despite my discomfort, I did come away feeling like a burden had been lifted.

This particular day has me reminiscing about childhood memories, regarding my mother. I recall a particular event in my life, when my mother took Russ and I on a carriage ride, along the beach, it was a most stimulating experience. I would even consider enjoying a similar event in the future. It was one of the rare memories of my mother that I can recall. The event had a rather big impact on her, I assume, or else I wouldn't remember it so vividly.

Practically before he was finished reading the entry, Booth was on the phone to an old army buddy to cash in a favor. If his Princess enjoyed a carriage ride with her mother and thought she might like to do it again, he'd make sure she did. It took some doing, but Booth managed to get everything arranged for that Friday night.


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