A/N: I have to apologize to all of you, I am still very sick with the flu and I am on medication, and usually I have the same reactions to drugs as Booth, I am a bit loopy, so excuse the mistakes you see in today's chapter. Also note that this is a short one, but only because next chapter is a really long one and I thought it is a good place to leave our two favorite couple in.
So I promise I will update soon. Keep the reviews coming.
Brennen left Booth for a few minutes until she started coffee and a light breakfast, just couple of bagels filled with cream cheese for him and an all wheat bagel for her. She needed the time to built a new strategy, she had spoken to Jarred and Cam the previous day and they have to come to a conclusion that only Brennan would be able to get him out of his home today, and even if the plan failed she would at least get him to get out of bed. The FBI had been very generous and understanding, they pulled strings for him to be dismissed from his military role, and re-assigned to his previous job. They expected Booth to grieve, sulk, and stay away for a while but he was pushing it now, and soon the FBI will have to demand that he resume his work or resign and leave for good. The team at the Jeffersonian, along with sweets had been preventing the news from reaching Booth, they knew he would quit with blink of an eye. He would not look back. But this is not what she came for today. Today was all about Parker's Birthday.
It was still early in the day, not yet 7 am, so Brennan had close to 12 hours before the sunset, and she had a plan, a well laid out plan, at least this is what she made herself believe. She would not get Booth demeanor discourage her now. This has gone for too long, and yes she understood his pain, she felt it deep in her heart, but there is only one way from here, and the way is out.
She remembered those days when she was in a dark place, and stayed longer than she wished to be, yes she did not have the privilege of having a home and closed up room and friends outside paying for her food and bills, and a job waiting for her after she had decided to move on, she was in a dark cold place all by herself, hoping every night that she dies in her sleep so she does not have to wake up in the morning and have to face the world. And yes for a while later she opened a window and looked out at the world, but it was only after Booth had come to her life that she had convinced herself to close up the window and use the door. He was with her taking her first steps and for that she would always be grateful. At least now she gets to be his link to the world.
A muffled thud in the bedroom brought her out of her reverie, she walked fast calling Booth's name, only to see him standing next to the now closed window with his blanket all over him, if it were another time, she would have been amused by the scene, but this seeing Booth denying himself even the rays of the sun only brought tears to her already red rimmed eyes. She took two quick steps; she wanted to reach him before he could get back into his bed. And back to his sleep where he could ignore her and pretend that she was not there.
"Booth.." She stood in front of him, between him and the mattress, she put her hands on the blanket held around him, and wrapped herself in his arms. He was stiff as a log; he did not push her nor made any attempt to hold her. He just stood still, his eyes closed and his breath steady.
She tried again, came closer, "Booth, you said you will let me hug you when you are scared. I am scared now Booth, I am scared …" yes that was low, but she needed to connect with him, that was the only way. Booth took a deep breath, took a step back and opened the blanket wide, only to bring it and wrap the blanket around her and brought her close to him. She was in a cocoon of his smell. She kept her mouth close to his ear, telling him over and over how scared she was and how much she needed him.
Booth lost his purpose in this life, and admitting to him that she needed him would give him purpose to fight for life then so be it, she was willing. She knew she was not tricking Booth, rationally she is an independent woman and needed no one, but she wanted Booth, in her life, if this is what her heart is saying then she owes it to Booth to listen yet again to her heart.
"Booth, listen to me! I am here, and I need you, I will not ask you to talk to me if you don't want me to, you don't have to, just listen, ok Booth?" She waited for a few second before she felt Booth nodding slightly, her heart fluttered, she got through to him, ok, not opened a door, not even a window, but at least a nod was a good sign.