Booth slept on for the rest of Brennan's time with him. She remaining diligently at his side, watching over him with a heavy heart. Doctors and nurses came and went. No one spoke much to her. They checked his stats. Gathered information and wrote it down in his chart. One doctor spent a good portion of time looking over the notes made in his medical record. He finished only to look up at Brennan. With a shake of his head he returned the chart back to where he'd found it. Then he excused himself from the room without another glance. But she'd already seen it; the expression on his face. His suspicions seemed to be the same as everyone else's. Brennan had witnessed it in all of Booth's medical staff. The whispers thrown around in the halls outside his room weren't as quiet as they thought.

The general consensus was that Booth had a brain tumor. Looking at him, it was hard for Brennan to disagree. She mentally forced herself to go back months and reexamine his behavior. All this time she'd been sure he'd just been suffering from post traumatic stress disorder. That explained the sudden mood shifts, the hallucinations, and all that had come with it. Now she wondered if at the time she should have insisted more testing be done. But out of all the hospital visits they'd had for all of the various problems and self inflicted abuse, wouldn't someone have noticed something out of place? After he'd attempted to end his life by a bullet to the head hadn't scans been done to check for any damage?

She'd never seen those scans. She'd just trusted that they'd been performed. Now she felt the flame of anger being stroked as she wondered if they'd ever been done at all. Could it be that since the bullet only skimmed his forehead they didn't see the need? There was a need. It should have been done.

Upon visiting hours ending Brennan sought out Dr. Daniels. She found him inside the nurses' station looking at a chart. Brazenly she let herself inside and marched up to him. "I want to see Booth's brain scans."

"Dr. Brennan! You're not supposed to be back here!"

"I want to see his MRIs, his CT's, whatever you have."

"We haven't performed any-"

"His old ones."

Dr. Daniels inhaled. "I would be glad to show them to you tomorrow, after we run the new set and have something to compare them to."

She narrowed her eyes. "But tests were done?"

"Yes."

Satisfied, she left for the night. At home she tried to relax, but echoes of him were everywhere. She crawled into bed only to toss and turn fitfully for hours. Finally she fell into a light sleep dreaming of suing every doctor they'd ever come into contact with during the course of Booth's recovery. She awoke with a smile on her face.

As soon as visiting hours began Brennan was straight back in Booth's room. She walked in this time to find him half awake. She sighed in relief. The episode was over. Perhaps now they could get some real answers from him. "Booth." She touched the back of his hand.

It didn't take long to see something was still very wrong. The action of him turning to look at her was delayed. His eyes carried that same vacant stare, but now there was something different about it. She stepped in closer, bowing her head to his and staring straight into his eyes. There was a fogginess she hadn't glimpsed in him for quite some time. Not since… they sedated him.

She stomped straight away to the nurses' station. "I want to speak to Dr. Daniels. Now."

"He's not on this unit at the-"

"Then page him. Get him here." She turned away. On her way back to his room she heard a nurse calling for the man.

By the time Dr. Daniels arrived some ten minutes later Brennan's rage had hit a boiling point. There was nothing but hate in her eyes as she strode up to him and nearly knocked him down. "You sedated him! You drugged him!"

"He was having a severe anxiety attack while we were performing an MRI-"

"He has problems with sedatives!" He was an addict. "He tried to kill himself with sedatives. Did you read his notes at all? Are you competent enough to at least be able to do that?"

"Dr. Brennan!" He exclaimed. "We needed to get the shots."

"There were other ways, other drugs, you could have used to calm him!"

"I took his situation into consideration and made a decision at what I thought was best at the time. We got what we needed, and now he can sleep it off. He's safe."

Brennan said no more. She knew "safe" was a relative term concerning Booth. She sat herself down opposite him. Dr. Daniels scurried from the room. Her heart was still pounding in anger. That emotion changed gradually into sorrow. She couldn't stop herself from beginning to cry.

"Don't cry," Booth slurred in a tired whisper.

She near jumped in surprise. "Booth?"

He half smiled.

She leaned over his bed side and kissed him. "Booth, I-" She didn't know how to put into words how she felt without sounding foolish.

"Just a little headache," he insisted while his eyes were closing.

It took a full twenty four hours before Booth's test results came back. Dr. Daniels brought Brennan into his office. He showed her all the discouraging results and reports. Yet again no one had been able to turn up anything. His scans were normal, with there being little difference between tests. "How can this be?" She questioned.

"We're just as confused. There is something obviously plaguing him, and I'm sorry, but I really believe its physical in origin. There's something going on that's remaining unseen."

Brennan set the report she'd been reading back onto his desk top. "So what do we do?"

"I'm going to refer you to a specialist in Las Vegas." Dr. Daniels wrote down a name and phone number. "I want you to see him. Maybe he can uncover some possibilities we couldn't."

She could barely let herself hope.

Booth was released a few hours later. Around him she was mostly silent. Together they went home. He trudged into the apartment to sit down right away on her couch. Brennan discreetly stole away into her bedroom and dialed the number Dr. Daniels gave her.

"Dr. Kaplan's office," a woman with a nasally voice answered.

Brennan attempted to set up an appointment. The soonest one the specialist had was in two weeks. "Two weeks?" she exclaimed.

"Dr. Kaplan is very busy."

She opened her door to peek out at Booth. He could barely hold his up just watching television. Could they afford to waste two weeks? "Fine," she blurted. Waiting two weeks would be awful. But if this doctor was able to discover something no one else had or could then it would be worth it. "But call if there are any cancellations."

She joined Booth back in the living room. Cartoons were playing on the television she noticed as she sat down next to him. "We're going to see a specialist in two weeks."

"I know." He said indifferently. Very carefully he wiggled his body so that he was affectionately leaning against her. He didn't seem to care about anything except being with her. And so she accepted him into her arms, laying his head in her lap and stroking his forehead. He watched her for a while before murmuring, "it's gonna be okay, Bones."

Hearing him sound so positive after spending so many months in negativity upset her, though in a good way. He saw the affect his words had on her. He rose his head and kissed her. "I promise."

She believed him. But she'd also seen him flinch the moment he'd lifted his head.