The Lives We Take For Granted

Chapter Twelve

By Mistreated and Forgotten

Summary: Booth is undercover on a very dangerous assignment and Brennan is worried. But Booth's safety isn't the only thing that she's worrying about. BxB, AxH

A/N: For my first post of the New Year…Chapter Twelve for 2012 :)

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

"I should be the one that's sorry, all this is my fault."

"No, the miscarriage was not your fault and please, Bones don't ever think that," Booth's voice was caring and held an authoritative tone. In a more gentle tone Booth added, "We'll get through this." Booth picked up Brennan's hand and held in both of his.

Brennan's release from hospital was under several strict conditions. The first being that she was to have no access to any knives, blades or any other objects that she could use to harm herself; secondly Booth was to be in charge of the usage of Brennan's antidepressants and; the final condition, of which Brennan only agreed to because it meant her release from hospital, was to see Sweets at least once a week until he deemed her no longer a risk to herself.

Booth brought the SUV to a stop at the red light.

"I don't want to see Sweets."

Booth turned his head to look at Brennan. "I know, Bones but you remember what the doctor said. You have to see a shrink, besides, Sweets isn't the only shrink around."

"He doesn't always know what's best for either of us."

"In this situation I think he would know better than some other shrink who doesn't know you."

"You know I don't place anything in psychology, Booth. It's a soft science," he wasn't convinced by the lack of confidence in Brennan's usual spiel about psychology.

A car horn sounded behind the pair. The light had turned green and Booth was too focused on Brennan that he hadn't noticed. With his attention back on the road Booth sped off in the direction of their apartment.

The click of the apartment door as it closed was followed by the clattering of car keys as the fell out of Booth's hand and landed on the counter in the kitchen.

"Bones, do you want anything to eat?"

Brennan's silence provided no response so Booth stepped into the living room. He found her sitting on the couch, a vacant expression adorned her face. Booth walked over to the couch and sat down next to her and wrapped his right arm around her shoulders. The unexpected contact caused Brennan to practically jump out of her seat.

"It's only me, Bones. I asked if you wanted anything to eat but you didn't answer."

"Oh, I hadn't heard you."

"So?"

"What?"

"Do you want something to eat?"

"I'm not very hungry at the moment."

"Well I'm hungry anyway," with that Booth hopped up off the couch and headed back into the kitchen.

From her place in the living room Brennan heard the door of the fridge open and close just moments later followed by Booth grumbling about something to do with lack of edible food. She looked up as Booth returned to the living room door. "When was the last time you went to the supermarket?"

"I hadn't gone out much."

"No kidding, I'd say it's been two or three weeks."

"What are you saying, Booth? That I was that careless that I didn't eat while I was pregnant? That it was my fault that I had a miscarriage?" Brennan's tone was bordering between agitated and angry. Without even waiting for an answer she stormed off to their bedroom and slammed the door shut.

"That's not what I meant," Booth sighed to Brennan's retreating form. He pulled his cell, the one from before he went undercover, out of his pocket and ordered a pizza while he waited for Brennan to calm down.

Twenty-five minutes later saw Booth standing at the door paying the delivery boy for the pizza. Taking the pizza Booth shut the door and took the box into the living room. He placed it on the coffee table before walked down the hall to their bedroom.

With his hand poised about to open the door however, Booth stopped when he heard Brennan's voice through the door as she talked on the phone. Not wanting to anger her further Booth turned and returned to the living room.

"Thanks Ange. I should go talk to Booth."

"I think that would be a good idea."

"Bye."

"Bye Sweetie."

Brennan ended the call and let her cell fall to the bed. She got up off the bed and walked over to the door. As Brennan opened the door the smell of piazza assaulted her senses.

In the living room Brennan found Booth eating the aforementioned Pizza and watching a game. So she joined him on the couch. "Angela has assured me that you were only being observational."

"If you hadn't stormed off I would have been able to tell you that myself," replied Booth as he held up the pizza slice in his hand for Brennan to take a bite from.

"I'm not hungry."

"You need to eat, bones."

Knowing Booth wouldn't give up until she ate the food he offered Brennan took a bit from the proffered slice. In the last couple of weeks Brennan hadn't consumed all that much food and she was just now realising how hungry she really was.

"You want to the rest of the slice?"

Brennan nodded and took the remainder from Booth.

"The other day Angela told me that you were in a bad way."

"I underestimated how much you absence was going to affect me."

"It's okay to say you missed me."

The pair was silent for several minutes. Booth continued to watch the game and at another slice or two of the pizza.

"There's something that I probably should have told you before now."

Booth picked up the remote and turned off the TV before he turned to Brennan. "What is it, Bones?"

"I've been pregnant before." Booth was shocked but remained silent letting Brennan continue in her own time. "I never carried to term because of complications at six months."

"I'm sorry, this miscarriage would've been hard on you."

"I thought I had successfully compartmentalised the past."

"Bones, you can't compartmentalise something as big as that." Booth pulled Brennan into his arms. "I'm here for you."

A/N: Please review I'd like to hear what you think of this chapter.