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Chapter VI
Booth tried to reach Bones by cell phone and he went to her apartment several times but there was no answer. Angela admitted that she'd also been trying to reach Bones. The last message she got was that she wanted to be left alone for a few days so Angela didn't push.
Booth was frustrated. He and Angela walked to Bone's office to see if she left anything behind indicating where she may have gone. There was nothing. Angela tried to comfort Booth. "I'm sure she's just clearing her head. Give her a few days and she'll be fine. I'm going to go back to my lab. Let me know if you need anything." Angela walked out leaving Booth alone.
Booth sat at Bone's desk looking over her notes and papers hoping to find something, anything that would hint at where she went. He was about to leave when he noticed her book manuscript was in the garbage. He fished it out and put the pages in order. He remembered how he'd rescued another of her manuscripts a while back. He stacked the pages neatly and took them home with him. He was now determined to read what she'd been hiding from him, Sully, and everyone. He needed to hear her words even if they were from a work of fiction. He felt that part of her was there in that book and it was the most inaccessible part of her that he needed to comprehend.
At home, Booth anxiously sat down to read the manuscript. He read each chapter eagerly searching for some meaning or insight that would make sense of the past few weeks. Midway through he came to a chapter where Kathy is revealing to her love that she is deeply flawed. Booth traced the words with his fingers. "I don't deserve you. I don't deserve anyone. People think that I have all the answers. I rationalize everything. It's how I am and so I know the truth because it's my job to know it. I know that...that I can't be loved. I'm not the sort of person you fall in love with. I'm not who you think I am. I'm an imitation. Yes, I love you...I love you so much that it scares me. This is me trying to be that person you want to love and I'm desperate to keep up the ruse because I want so badly for you to love me but it's all falling apart."
Booth put the manuscript down. His heart raced. He needed to find Bones and talk to her. Finally he felt he understood her. He grabbed his coat and headed out not sure of where he would go or where he would look but instinctively he headed for her place.
Booth knocked on the door as he'd done every night. There was no answer. Unsure of where to look next he decided to pick the lock and let himself in if only to be near her things. He needed her. He needed to smell her scent and be close to her and if he couldn't find her then he would at least be close to the things that she'd touched.
He slowly and quietly picked the lock and went inside. All of the lights were off and he didn't turn any on to find his way. He wanted things to stay as she'd left them. Her red cashmere sweater was hanging over the back of the dining room chair. He picked it up and inhaled deeply taking in her scent. The smell ran through him like fire. Sadness came over him and he sank onto her couch with the sweater in hand. He felt bad about how he'd spoken to Bones. He wanted to run after her when she left the office but he was paralyzed by his own anger.