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Chapter 7

Booth walked towards Brennan's room, his heart pounding. Angela had said Bones was really hurt. What if she didn't forgive him? He sighed in frustration. If only he had gotten a chance to explain it to her before she remembered. A chance to say sorry.

Booth saw Angela come out of the room as he approached. She waited for him outside the door.

"Booth." Her voice was civil, much colder than her normal bubbly tone.

"Ange. Is she awake?" He gestured to the room.

Angela nodded, and he made to go past her and enter, but she flung out a hand to stop him.

"Remember what I said last night. You hurt her any more, and I will kick your arse. It might not be a thrashing worthy of Bren, but it will hurt. I learned from the best."

Booth nodded, "I don't intend to hurt her."

"Well, then make sure you let her explain why she did what she did. You know she only does logical things. Most of the time," she added with a smile. "She had a good reason for getting an abortion. Let her know you trust her."

Booth nodded again. "Thanks, Angela."

He made to enter the room again, but once more Angela stopped his progress. "Oh, and it's probably best not to let her know I talked to you last night. You know how proud she is."

Booth nodded once more, beginning to feel a cramp in his neck. "I know. Can I go in now, please?"

"Oh, sure, sorry." She removed her hand from his chest and stepped aside. "I just couldn't keep my hands off you." She laughed. "I'll be out here."

Booth turned and finally made it into Brennan's room.

She was sitting up, waiting. "Ange, I -, " she halted when she saw who it was. "Booth." Her gaze dropped and she stared out the window.

"Bones. I… Angela told me your memory came back."

"Yes. It is common for amnesiacs to regain lost memories eventually. I guess I was just a little faster than most." She still stared out the window. "The doctors aren't sure why mine returned so soon."

Booth smiled. "Probably because of that iron will of yours. Do you remember in New Orleans?"

She nodded, her gaze still firmly fixed on the scenery visible through her window.

"Can you look at me atleast? Please, Bones?"

She sighed shakily and slowly turned her head to face him. The pain in her eyes takes his breath away.

"I'm sorry." He says quietly.

"Why? You don't have to be sorry, Booth. You were only adhering to the teachings of your faith. And in your faith, abortion is wrong." Anthropologist Brennan was in the room.

"I'm sorry because my faith in you should have been greater. Just because I disapprove of abortion doesn't mean I should judge you." He locked his eyes onto hers, "Not before I have all the facts."

She let a small smile grace her lips, and his heart lifted a fraction. "So now you listen to my lessons? Don't make assumptions until you have all the facts?"

"Do I have all the facts, Bones?"

She hesitated. "I was raped." Her eyes drifted to the window again.

Booth was shocked. Beyond shocked. He was blown away. "Wh - who?"

She was silent.

"Bones, please. I really want to know." So I can find them and kill them, he thought.

"So you can find them and kill them?"

"Yes," he said simply.

Her eyes met his again, and something in them reassured her, because she spoke, "My foster father at the time."

He didn't know what to say. Suddenly it was a lot clearer why she despised the foster system so much. "And he made you get the abortion?"

To his surprise, she shook her head. "He never knew about it. When - when he…" He saw her eyes fill with tears and moved closer to the bed. Laid his hand over hers. "I fought back. I guess he wasn't used to girls who fought. He sent me back to Child Services. Said I was causing trouble. Had taken things." She took a deep breath that caught in her throat. "I never saw him again. I thought I was surviving. Getting over it. But two months later, I found out I was pregnant. I couldn't have it. I thought about it. No-one would care that I had gotten pregnant. I was a foster child. Everyone knew we were easy."

The way she said that told him that those were not her words. The thought of someone saying that to her made his blood boil.

"So I had the pregnancy aborted. I couldn't see any other way to survive. How was I going to take care of this child? It would go straight into the system. Straight to bastards like him. I wasn't going to deliver a child into that world." She paused, a tear broke free and made its way down her cheek. "Three months after I had it done, my grandfather came and took me out of the system." Her voice caught, and she let out a large heaving sob. "Th - that's the story. I haven't told anyone except Angela since."

Booth put his arm around her, pulled her close. "Bones. Thank you." He whispered into her hair. In reply she buried her face into his chest and cried freely.

He felt her tears soak through his shirt, but he didn't care. He just wanted to find the scum who had hurt her, and put him through so much pain he would wish he'd never been born.

When he noticed that her crying had eased a little, he pulled away from her a bit. "Bones, can you remember his name?"

She nodded. "It's been engraved in my memory ever since. Anthony Kaplan." She let out another shuddering breath. "But, Booth, this was years ago. In Chicago. You might not be able to find him."

"I will." It was a grim promise, but one that he was determined to keep. Even if it cost him his job. His life.

He hugged her again. "Bones, I am happy you told me. And I'm sorry I didn't listen the first time you tried."

She looked up, met his gaze. "It's alright, Booth. I understand. But if you do it ever again, I will kick your arse."

He smiled. "That threat has gotten very familiar over the past two days."

"What do you mean? I haven't said it."

"No, I did, and then - " he remembered his promise to Angela. "Never mind. I will happily let you kick my arse from here to Australia if I act like that again." He squeezed her tight. "But don't hold your breath. I don't intend to."

They sat like that for a while longer, Brennan glad to feel safe again, and Booth just glad to be near his Bones.

"Angela! She's waiting outside." Booth remembered and reluctantly got off the bed. He opened the door and stuck his head into the corridor.

Angela was sitting in a hard-looking plastic chair, her head resting on her hands. At the sound of the door opening she jumped up. "Did you work it out?"

Booth nodded, "It's all fixed."

"Can I go into her?"

"Yeah."

She was in the doorway and noticed he wasn't following her. "You coming?"

"No, I have some phone calls to make. I'll be back as soon as I can."

Angela nodded and disappeared into the room.

Booth turned and headed down the corridor, pulling out his mobile phone. He had to find Anthony Kaplan.

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Half an hour later he cautiously entered the room. Both women looked up as he walked in. Angela grinned at him, Brennan smiled rather apprehensively. She knew what he had been doing.

His eyes went to Brennan. "Bones, we got him."

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