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When Booth awoke next it took him a minute to figure out what it was that had woken him. It was still dark so he knew it wasn't morning yet and his face scrunched up in confusion as he took in his surroundings. Suddenly he realised what it was that had disturbed his much needed slumber and he was up and off the couch in a matter of seconds.

Hoarse screams filled the room as he made his way across the room to where his partner lay, thrashing around on the bed as if trapped by the sheets that had twisted their way around her body. He could see from where he stood next to the bed that her face had a thin sheen of sweat covering it and her eyes were scrunched up tightly.

"Bones, hey Bones, wake up," Booth said shaking her shoulder.

Getting no response other than a petrified scream and terrified that she might hurt herself in her agitated movements he managed to climb onto the bed and hovered over her with his hands holding her down by her shoulders.

"Bones," he said loudly, "It's Booth, you're dreaming you need to wake up now."

Her eyes finally opened with a terrified gasp and she fought against his arms which held her to the bed.

"No, Hodgins we need to get as far away from the explosion as possible," she struggled against him.

"I'm not Hodgins Bones, I'm Booth," he said, "And you were dreaming."

"No, no," she shook her head and Booth noticed that her eyes were glassy and seemed to be looking through him, "The charge will blow out the windshield and if we're less than four feet below the surface, this charge could blow us to freedom. We need to move back, and quick."

Booth stopped in shock when he realised what it was she was dreaming about. That day had been one of the worst he had lived so far. His days in the army, any torture he may have endured while he was serving was nothing compared to the torture he felt when he knew she was buried somewhere and running out of time. The terror of the clock clicking down to when she would run out of air was something he would never forget.

When he had pulled her from the earth and held her Booth had never wanted to let her go. He had felt like if he had the earth would have swallowed her whole again and she would be lost to him forever. It hadn't escaped him that she had held onto him with as much ferocity and desperation as he had held her which only encouraged him to hold onto her tighter. It had also assured him of one thing.

She needed him as much as he needed her. Like one wouldn't be able to survive if the other wasn't breathing.

Her fever was back, that much was obvious and it was obviously worse than it had been earlier. It had left her delirious and he became immediately more distressed when he couldn't break her from her delirium.

"Bones, Bones," he shook her shoulders again, "You're not in that car. We're in Florida."

She stopped thrashing suddenly at the sound of his voice but her eyes remained unfocused and unnaturally bright. Booth took the opportunity to put the thermometer that had been sitting on the nightstand under her arm and when the implement revealed her temperature had risen to 104 his decision was made. There was only so much he could do for her to bring her temperature down but the father in him knew that he was going to need some help.

Faster than he ever had before Booth changed into a pair of jeans and plain grey T-Shirt and scrambled to find the keys to the rental car he had strewn on the coffee table the day before. Going back over to the bed he scooped her up into his arms so that her head rested on his shoulder. This movement seemed to rouse her from whatever fevered delirium she had fallen into and she turned her head so that she was looking into his worried brown eyes.

"Booth? What are you doing?" he winced at how raspy her voice sounded.

"I'm taking you to the hospital Bones," he said carrying her towards the door, "You've got a really high fever and they're better equipped to bring it down than I am."

He would have expected her to argue with him. To say that she wasn't sick and that she most definitely didn't need to go to the hospital. Instead she nodded her head wearily and rested it back against his shoulder. Booth could feel the scorching heat radiating off her in waves and this only spurred him to move faster.

"Booth," she said weakly as they waited for the elevator to arrive.

"Yes Bones," he said softly impatiently tapping his foot as the elevator seemed to move in slow motion.

"I know I have said that the heart is used for nothing more than circulating blood around the body but I believe you make my heart feel as you put it, warm."

Booth nearly dropped her then and there and it was only pure strength of will that allowed him to keep hold of her fever ridden body. He knew she was delirious with fever but she had basically just admitted to having feelings for him and that was not something he could simply ignore because she was sick. The fact that she was not completely herself did seem to give him confidence and before he knew what he was doing Booth found himself replying.

"You make my heart feel warm too Bones," he said carrying her into the elevator when the doors dinged open.

"Good," she murmured resting her head back on his shoulder, "I like your symmetrical features very much."

Her body relaxed completely in his arms and Booth had to readjust his hold on her as she gave into the fever coursing through her.

"I like your features very much too," he sighed briefly resting his head on top of hers as they elevator came to a stop on the ground floor, "And when you're better I think my features and yours need to have a serious talk."

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