Booth felt confused as he lied down next to her. The confusion grew when she cuddled closer next to him. He heard her sigh.
It was the first time since the rape that Brennan felt safe.
I have to tell him when I wake up tomorrow. She fell asleep, comforted by the warm, familiar body next to her.
Booth didn't fall asleep at all.
There is something off. Booth frowned. He felt the way he felt when he was about to solve a case. The evidence was collected, but he failed to see the connection that linked all the pieces together.
Maybe that's how i have to look at it. As a case.
He knew that it was impossible to distance himself from this case, especially when the victim was Temperance, sleeping in his arms.
It doesn't hurt to try. Let's think this through.
Booth started to go over the evidence that he had. He decided to start with the latest piece: the letter. He still had it in his hands. He read it again.
Why is she adressed as Bones? That's my nickname for her.
Come to think about it, why did he carve Bones into her skin instead of Temperance or Brennan or both?
He closed his eyes, the I'm-about-to-solve-the-case-but-I-don't-quite-know-how-yet! feeling was returning quickly. He knew from experience that the only way to lose this feeling was to simply stop thinking about it.
He decided to focus his attention on her behaviour.
She's acting strange. The FBI wouldn't considere this to be evidence, but it's the biggest clue of all.
1. She allowed me to reach for the keys of the handcuffs, but kicked me out of the hospital.
I still can't believe she ALLOWED me to do that.
2. She agreed to me moving in with her, but ignored me on the way home.
3. She found the letter but decided not to tell me.
4. She had a nightmare and kicked me out of her room. Then she had a nightmare and she showed me the letter AND she practically begged me to stay.
He could only conclude one thing.
This means that she wants to trust me, that she wants to have me close.
But for some reason, she keeps pushing me away. I have to figure out what that reason is.
But he couldn't help feeling that he'd missed something.
Not aware of doing it, he pulled her closer as she started to move.
I hope it's not another nightmare. She's already had two nightmares to deal with. I doubt if she can handle a third.
It really didn't matter whether Booth thought about her capability off handling a nightmare, because it had returned.
Booth felt her fighting her attacker.
She was tossing and turning and he could see the terror on her face.
He couldn't take it anymore. He knew that he was supposed to let her sleep through her nightmares to allow her to wake up at her own time.
Screw it. I've tried doing that. That doesn't work.
He pulled her closer and started rocking her, while he said:
"Wake up, Bones. You're only dreaming, it's not real."
No no no! Not again. Why does Booth keep doing this?
He was about to enter her, when she heard another voice.
Booth's voice.
To her surprise the voice of her attacker changed back. When he removed her blindfold, Booth wasn't staring back at her.
"Wake up, Bones. You're only dreaming, it's not real."
Could it be?
Booth wouldn't lie to me, would he?
Booths voice was getting stronger.
"I'm here. It's okay."
"I'm here. It's okay."
He kept offering her this reassurance until he finally felt her stir in his arms.
She's waking up.
He started releasing his tight embrace around her, when he changed his mind.
No, I'm not going to let her push me away again.
He pulled her closer once again.
I'm going to hold her, no matter what she says or does. I want to help her. And I think ... No, I know that she wants my help as much as I want to give it to her.
Here goes nothing.
She opened her eyes.
Booth was looking into her eyes, the contact felt way to intense, so she started to move out if his embrace.
He simply kept looking at her and said:
"I'm not going to hurt you, Temperance."
"Trust me."
She couldn't take it anymore.
Oh, god, Booth, I want to trust you, but I don't know how anymore!
She stopped struggling and started to cry.