Ah! Here you go guys, the highway to all the resolutions in their relationship. I do have to add that I, once again, found it amusing to write Angela's character and make her act like the conscience of our favourite couple. What would we do without her?
revierno1: Thank you so much for your review! And Yes, this will definetly have a happy ending :)
Innermost Secret
She approached the table, where the remains still lingered in their mortal silence, expecting her knowledge to comprehend them. Although now her mind was as heavy as her heart, thinking about never working with him again, she cleared her thoughts away. The only way to apologise for her horrible behaviour was by solving the case, as hard as it would be.
It turned out that some mitochondrial DNA could be extracted from a soft tissue around one of the femurs. In some hours they identified the mother and therefore the victim. She had done her part, all the scientific research, while he prepared for his own part, this time not having her around, finding the murderer seemed an unhappy event. With a great effort from all the team, who now worked in a heavy environment, they finally found that the victim had been an activist who had the good heart of protesting against a new nuclear facility, being himself the victim of an angry manager, who after a fight threw the poor young boy into the container, sure enough he wouldn't be found. After finishing, neither crossed a word, leaving with only longing eyes staring at each other.
Case closed.
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The phone rang incessantly, one, two, three times. The artist let it rang senseless somewhere in her purse, she had another matters in her hands right now. Or, truth to be said, another man. She and her beloved bug doctor had been engaged in a foreplay fight in her sofa, and everything else didn't matter. It eventually become too irritating to avoid and she forced herself to get up from the lovers embrace and answer the annoying thing.
"Angela's speaking, talk now or shut up for the rest of eternity…" She answered with an unfriendly tone.
"Ange, it's me, Booth." The man in the other end of the line said.
"Oh sweetie! How are you? What's wrong? Is everything all right with Bren?" Angela knew that she was asking far too many questions at the same time, but her uneasy state was difficult to control.
"Take it easy…" He said. "That's the point… I don't know what's happening with her and I need your help."
"Ok dear, meet me at the Diner in half an hour. Bye." With that she hung up the phone and proceeded to explain to her man what was happening. Being the incredible understanding man he was, and a little preoccupied too he let her go on their friend's rescue.
As promised, half an hour later she entered through the door of the restaurant with a bell sound. She hurried her steps closed to the table where he was seating, quietly sipping his coffee alone, and she sat in front of him.
"What's wrong with both of you?" She immediately shouted in his direction, no harm intended.
"Did she talk to you?" His trembling voice was full of sadness and longing for his partner.
Angela sighed and although she always helped them it would take a lot more this time. "We had a conversation a while ago."
"Was she talking about the night we caught the cannibal?" He found it hard not to connect all that was happening with that night. It was after that night that she has changed with him, and he didn't even knew why.
"Yes, she spoke about what happened."
"I find it hard to understand what's happening in her mind. She has been like that since that night. And I don't remember why!" A million of thoughts raced his mind, revolving all the conversations that had been made.
"She was very upset Booth, I didn't get it right but I think it was probably by something she said to you… as always she struggled to admit to herself." About now, the artist was beginning to really get worried about both her friends.
He sighed profoundly, trying to rearrange the unpleasant thoughts in his head. "We said so many things back there, Angela. Some things are a little foggy in by brain, you know… too much to drink."
Angela nodded in his direction. The pieces of this puzzle were falling slowly into their right places. Brennan has said something that night that she feared to speak aloud, something of great importance that made her react to her partner the way she did. Something that he didn't remember. At that time was essential to make him remember, for the sake of them all. "Think about it! Think hard, what did she said to you? You know deep inside what it is."
Another sigh made way through him, air leaving his tired lungs this time of despair as the struggle for the memories that didn't seem to come grows harder.
In a sudden movement, Angela came closer to him, so that she was face to face with him, and said truly.
"Booth, what's the only thing that makes Temperance most afraid of? What is that she strives not to be touched by? You know it, you have seen it in her eyes, and I've seen it in yours every time you see her, talk to her, touch her…" She also liberated a sigh. "The one thing that she is afraid to feel..."
He then looked at her with understanding in his eyes. All this time he had feared it has been a weird and wonderful trick of his inebriated brain, that she had never really said those words. The only words she was so afraid to speak to anyone else, she had spoken them to him. Only to him.
Those words, he knew exactly what she meant, he knew Bones well, too well for that matter, he knew the things she fears the most, losing her rational mind, losing her most trusted friends, finding herself all alone again...but she was alone right now, in her tall marble murals surrounding her heart in which he could reach her.
The thought came with the force of a thousand atomic bombs exploding right inside his mind. The way she had laughed after saying them, the light irradiating from her beautiful eyes at the time. How happy she seemed by finally speaking them.
"Bones... Does she… Love me?"
Now it was all clear as water to him, all this time, her suffering, her indifference and sharp words towards him, the fact that she lost her rational mind fighting with him, it all made sense...
He had to search for Temperance for one last time... it was now or never.
Yay! 'dances around happily' Go Booth, go Booth! He finally remembered, isn't it lovely? But hum... how will she react to that fact? I promise great things for it. Don't miss the next chapter, which will be the last, sadly.
Note: In case you're wondering, with the mitochondrial DNA (which takes a lot more time to degrade) one is able to identify the dna's owner mother, as in fact the mitochondrias are usually inherited from the female line.