Man, you guys just have no idea how great it feels to read all your wonderful reviews! The crazy amount of support is definitely inspiring!

Now, a couple of people have wondered about why Seeley didn't immediately get Brennan to a hospital when she passed out. Don't worry, it will be explained in this chapter!

Disclaimer: Isn't mine, wasn't mine, and will never be mine... you know the drill!

And now, on to Chapter 3!!!

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"Booth, what's going on? Why did you HAVE to talk to me in person at..." Angela glanced at her watch. "...6:45 in the morning?" It had been roughly 20 minutes since her brief telephone conversation with Booth.

Booth had pulled Tempe's office chair out from behind her desk and positioned it directly in front of the couch. He sat there with his elbows on his knees, resting his chin in his hands. In response to Angela's question, he simply pointed to the form on the couch.

Angela's voiced immediately dropped in volume as she smiled at Booth. "Oh my gosh, she finally went to sleep? That's great! So why did you need me?"

Standing, Booth gently grabbed Angela's arm and led her to the far end of the office. "Yeah, she's sleeping now, but that's not the issue. The issue here is that when I got here this morning, it took forever to even get her attention, and when she did finally notice me, she passed out!" His voice was now at a loud whisper.

"Passed out?!" Angela's eyes were wide. "What do you mean 'passed out'? Why didn't you call an ambulance or take her to the hospital?"

"Angela, relax! I caught her before she could hit the ground and her vitals were fine, so I brought her in here and put her on the couch. She stirred a little right after I got off the phone with you." His gaze turned to his partner. "She's just sleeping now."

Angela still looked a little unsure, but she didn't say anything.

"Listen, you're her best friend. You know her better than anyone. Now I know something has been off with her for the past few weeks, and I'm pretty sure you know what it is. Angela, please," he begged.

The artist glanced briefly at her sleeping friend before turning back to Booth to answer. "Okay, she hasn't been eating right and she hasn't really been sleeping much... or at all, really. She's spent almost every waking moment here working. She's wearing herself out, and I don't know how to help her."

Booth felt more focused now that he was able to get some details. "Why? Is she worried about something? Upset? What's got her so worked up?"

Angela hesitated. When she figured out what was bothering Brennan, she had told herself that she would try to let her best friend work it out on her own. But now, seeing her lying on her couch, troubled even in sleep... "I can't tell you everything, Seeley." She held up her hand to stop him when he opened his mouth to interrupt her. "I can't tell you everything because I don't even know everything. What I do know is that it has to do with you."

"What? What about me?" The poor agent was utterly confused.

Taking his arm, she ushered him towards the door of the office. "Let's go talk in my office so Bren can sleep."

The short trip to Angela's office seemed like miles to Booth. He couldn't think of anything he had done that would make Temperance so upset. Entering Angela's office, they headed straight for the lounge chairs.

"Okay, Angela, what is going on with Bones and what did I do to cause it?" Booth's initial worry had now multiplied.

Looking into his eyes, she could tell he was trying to stay calm. "Okay, technically I know what she's upset about, but I don't really know all the reasoning behind it yet. We started to talk about it yesterday, but things kept popping up."

"So what is it? What did I do?"

There was really no other way to say it. "You got kidnapped."

That was definitely not what Booth was expecting. "What? You mean the Kennedy case? That was almost 2 months ago, and I'm fine! What could she be so upset about?"

Angela sat back in her chair. "Like I said, I know the what, not the why. I was just trying to talk to her in her office yesterday about why she's been up here so much instead of at home sleeping. I told her she hadn't been herself lately, and that it seemed to have all started around the time you were kidnapped. As soon as I mentioned it, I could tell I struck a chord." She scooted back up to the edge of her seat and reached across to touch Booth's hand. "Booth, everyone knows you mean a lot to Bren, but until you were kidnapped, I don't think SHE realized just how much. After everyone she's lost, whether they came back or not, I think the thought of losing you was just the straw that broke the camel's back. Now it seems like that thought has turned into an uncontrollable fear that's eating her alive."

Booth looked up from her hand resting on his to her sympathetic eyes. "What do I do? How can I help her?"

"You have to talk to her and MAKE her talk to you. Do whatever it takes. Tie her to a chair, if you have to, but make her talk. She has to get everything out to get past it, and I think the only way it will work is if it's with you."

Standing, Booth walked around to lean forward on the back of his chair. "I have to get her away from here to do that. As long as she's convinced there's work to be done, she'll never talk to me."

Angela stood as well. "Go get her and take her home. Do whatever you have to do to get her to relax. Don't worry, I'll cover for her here."

Giving a little smile, Booth started for the door. "Thanks Angela. I owe you one."

She called out to him, stopping him before he made it out of the office. "Booth, just curious... why were you here to see Brennan so early this morning?"

"I know she's always up early, so I drove by her place to take her to breakfast. Her car wasn't there, so I figured she was here already. You know Bones. If left to her own devices, she'd starve to death," he told her with a wink as he left.

Less than a minute later, she watched from her doorway as Brennan was carried, still sleeping, out of the lab. Boy, he'll pay for that... She hates to be carried... Smiling, she turned to her desk to start her day.

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Okay, so there's Chapter 3! I'm sooooo sorry it took so long, but I've been really busy and there was a writer's block thing, and... well, let's just say it wasn't pretty... LoL! Anyway, I'm probably not going to stretch this one out too long, so there should only be a few more chapters, but I'm still not sure yet... It kinda depends on what the reviews say. I can either make it a semi-short story and leave it at that, I can make it a semi-short story and then work on a sequel, or I can just make it a longer story and hope the creativity well doesn't run dry... LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! L8TEZ!