(The Devil in the Detail)

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Sitting in the church next to his grandfather, Booth sat quietly waiting for confession. His hands clasped before him mouth, Booth quietly prayed for patience. After he finished praying he thought about the last few months. His memory was still spotty and even though Gordon Wyatt kept counseling him to be patient he felt that he was losing that battle. He wanted his life to return to the way it was before, before the brain tumor, before the memory loss and the confusion. He just wanted to be normal again. Visiting the sanitarium had been a little disturbing. All of those people in pain and the only thing that could be done for them was to lock them up and drug them. He worried that but for the grace of God he'd be there now. What if my memory hadn't come back? What if I'd awakened with all of my memories gone? What if I hadn't had Bones and Pops helping me? I could be locked up right now. I could be one of them.

Hank grew alarmed as he watched his grandson's face tighten and fill with dread. He knew that something must be terribly wrong. "Seeley are you alright?"

Forcing himself to lower his clasped hands, Booth tried to smile, but failed. "Yeah . . . sure."

Shaking his head, Hank placed his hand on the younger man's knee. "Seeley, you worry too much. You always have. I know you worry about those memory gaps of yours, but really . . . think about it, it's not as bad as you think it is. You remember the important stuff. You can do your job. You have a lot of friends that support you. You're in good shape . . . You need to stop worrying about what you can't remember. Hell, I'd pay a lot of money to forget some of the stuff I've seen in my life. You're only missing stuff from the last three and a half years. That's not a long time in the scheme of things, son. You need to let it go. You'll either remember or you won't, but driving yourself crazy about it isn't helping you."

Booth looked down at clenched hands and shook his head. "I can't help it . . . I want all of my life back not just part of it."

He worried so much about his grandson. Hank knew that Seeley was depressed most of the time about his situation and he knew that the boy needed to accept what had happened and not dwell so much in the past. "You do have your life back. That tumor was removed and you're doing pretty good. Sure some of your memories are gone and they may never come back, but you have to look at the big picture, okay . . . You're alive, fairly healthy, you have a job you love, Temperance still wants you for a partner and I know that's important to you. You have people that love you, so really, what are a few memories? Just let it go, Son. Please let it go."

Sighing, Booth leaned back against the pew and stared straight ahead. "I'll try, Pops."

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Bored, Booth looked around his apartment and realized he didn't want to be alone. He'd visited his grandfather until after dinner and after arriving home, he'd found that he couldn't find anything interesting enough to hold his attention. The game was on and he couldn't sit still long enough to watch it. Picking up his keys, Booth shook his head and muttered as he headed to the front door. "You've got it bad boy."

Leaving his apartment, Booth noticed that it looked like it was going to rain after all. It had been threatening to rain all day, but so far he'd only seen gray clouds to go with his gray mood.

Once he was at Brennan's apartment with Chinese takeout, Booth entered the Lobby, smiled at the security guard sitting behind the counter and continued to the elevator. Punching the up button, he smiled and waved a little wave at the security guard who waved back.

Arriving on the third floor, Booth exited the elevator in time to see the door to Brennan's apartment open and Thaddeus Smith exit the apartment. Frozen in place, Booth frowned as he saw Smith walking towards him.

Smith, aware he wasn't alone in the hallway, looked up and smiled at the handsome man holding a bag in his hand. "Hi there." Walking past Booth, Smith pulled out his key, unlocked the door and opened his apartment door. Glancing back at Booth, he smiled again and entered his rooms. Booth, his face a picture of distress, watched the door close behind Smith. Filled with despair, Booth stared at Brennan's door for a few minutes and then punched the down button for the elevator. After the doors reopened and he entered the car, he punched the down button and rode the car to the lobby. Once in the lobby, he walked over to the security desk and placed his Chinese takeout on the counter. "Hey, I just remembered I have to be somewhere, do you like Chinese takeout?"

Grateful for a free meal, Bill stood up and grabbed the bag. "Sure do."

No longer hungry, he didn't care if the guard ate the food or threw it away. "Hope you enjoy it." As he walked away, the guard opened the bag and found enough food to last him for at least two meals.

After he was out of the building, Booth placed his hands into his jacket pockets and stared at his truck. After a few minutes, he walked over to his SUV entered it and after making sure that the street was cleared, pulled out and drove away.

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Brennan, amazed to find that she was out of coffee, left her apartment and rode the elevator down to the lobby. Intending to walk down to the corner market, she exited the elevator and turned towards the main entrance to her apartment building.

Bill, enjoying his free dinner, looked up and greeted Brennan. "Hey, Doctor Brennan. The next time you see Agent Booth, please tell him thanks for the Chinese takeout. That was really nice of him to leave that for me."

Puzzled, Brennan stopped and walked back towards the desk. "Booth was here?"

Munching on some short ribs, Bill paused and swallowed his bite of food. "Sure, about fifteen minutes ago. He went up and came back down almost immediately. He said he had something he had to do and left me the Chinese takeout."

Unsure what was going on, Brennan pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket and called Booth's number. Getting his voice mail, she slipped her phone back into her jacket pocket and debated what to do next.

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Driving aimlessly, Booth drove until he found himself at the Lincoln Memorial. Finding a parking place, he soon found himself sitting on the steps of the memorial. Staring out at the Reflecting Pool, he thought about what he wanted and why. After sitting on the steps for a few minutes, the sky opened up and it started to rain. Disgusted, Booth stood up and walked back towards his truck. After he finally reached the SUV, Booth found that he was soaking wet and shivering. Turning the heat up to full blast, he started up his truck and drove back home.

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He was digging with his hands. He was raking his hands through pea gravel and dirt searching for her. He had to find her, he knew he only had moments and he had to find her. His heart racing, he was on the verge of panic when he found her hand. Raking the small stones and dirt away from her hand and then her arm, he dug faster, pulling her towards him. Finally freeing her from the earth he pulled her away from her underground prison and panted. Standing quickly, he moved back to the pit and helped free Hodgins who had also been trapped underground. Once Hodgins was lying on the ground before him, he moved back to where she was sitting. Thankful, his adrenaline no longer pumping, he looked at her and smiled.

His heart racing, Booth sat up. Placing his hand over his heart, he felt his heart pounding in his chest and that worried him. Taking deep breaths Booth tried the relaxation techniques Gordon had showed him. Finally feeling his heart rate slowing, he turned his head and stared at his phone. Picking it up, he noticed the clock displayed 2:23. Shaking his head, he lay back down with the phone in his hand.

"She's mine damn it. I'm not going to give up on that. She's mine and I'll fight for her if I have to. I will."

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So what do you think of my story so far? Reviews would be great thanks.

Guest (no name): I'm sorry that you are unhappy at the pace of this story, but for this story to make sense it must unfold slowly. We all saw what happened in episode 100. This is not a short story, it can't be. I have to write this story in a way that will make sense. If it doesn't make sense then it isn't worth writing and it isn't worth reading. There will be at least 9 or 10 more chapters written before we get to the moment we want. I have to tell the story my way.

A/N: It's been mentioned a few times in reviews, so I thought I would mention that because of Booth's faulty memory, he doesn't remember the line he drew and there's no advantage for Brennan to mention it. As far as Booth is concerned, there is no line, there is just a very cautious Booth trying to court Brennan.