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Since Brennan couldn't be at the Rehab center on Tuesdays, Brennan had driven over to the Jeffersonian. Walking into the Lab, Brennan walked over to Cam's office. Finding Cam working on a report, Brennan entered the room and sat on the chair next to Cam's desk.

Clearing her throat, Brennan announced, "I found Booth."

Startled, Cam asked, "Where is he?"

Smiling sadly, Brennan explained, "Booth is at a Rehab Center. He's in a coma. He has been since they brought him there."

Sighing, Cam looked away from Brennan and blinked her eyes. Finally wiping her hand across her eyes, Cam turned back to Brennan, "How bad is it?"

Shaking her head, Brennan replied, "His doctors are not optimistic. I've examined his medical charts and I've seen his MRI's. I feel that there is a chance he will awaken; but, it will depend upon him." Reaching in her large purse, Brennan pulled out a sheaf of paper and handed it to Cam. "These are copies. I would like to you examine them and give me your medical opinion."

Nodding her head, Cam took the papers from Brennan and placed them on the desk in front of her. Turning to look at Brennan again, Cam asked, "Are you going to stay on your Sabbatical or do you plan to come back to work?"

Glancing at her hands, Brennan replied, "I have made arrangements to be with Booth five days a week. Right now he needs me more than the Jeffersonian does. I will remain on Sabbatical for the time being. Once Booth is awake, I will of course end my Sabbatical and return to the Jeffersonian."

Nodding her head, Cam asked, "Is Jared aware that you're visiting Booth?"

Shaking her head, Brennan replied, "No he doesn't know. If he should contact you I would prefer that you not mention that I am visiting Booth behind his back. He might try to prevent me from seeing Booth if he were to find out that I know where Booth is."

Laughing bitterly, Cam shook her head, "Jared is not talking to me, Dr. Brennan. He blames me most of all for not protecting Booth."

Puzzled, Brennan asked, "Why would he blame you?"

Sighing, Cam slowly crossed her arms across her chest, "He blames me because I'm in charge of this department and as far as he's concerned I let Booth leave here without backup. He told me I could have insisted that Dr. Young go with Booth or one of the interns. If not one of them, then I should have made sure Booth took another FBI agent with him."

Smiling sadly, Brennan replied, "Jared obviously doesn't understand his brother very well. If Booth didn't think he needed backup he wouldn't have taken anyone with him no matter how much you protested. It's what Booth does. It's who he is."

Pursing her lips, Cam replied, "Yes, it is what he does and now he's in a coma."

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Brennan had spent most of Tuesday in the medical library of the Jeffersonian reading about brain injury and trauma. Reading until late in the evening, Brennan had then driven home to eat a late dinner and to take a hot shower.

Climbing into bed, Brennan lay still thinking about Booth. Brennan had studied the ceiling for awhile when she heard a knock on her apartment door. Sighing, Brennan slid out of bed, donned a robe and walked into the living room. Arriving at the door, Brennan opened it to find Sully standing outside of her door.

Irritated, Brennan asked, "What are you doing here?"

Clearing his throat, Sully smiled, "Hey, I was wondering if I could talk to you."

Studying Sully's face, Brennan finally moved aside and let him enter her apartment. Sully, grateful that she hadn't slammed the door in his face, entered the apartment a little nervously.

Turning to face Brennan, Sully held his hands out, "So, Tempe, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you further about selling the boat. It was a mistake. You're my partner and I should have talked to you first."

Shaking her head, Brennan frowned, "I was never your partner, Sully."

Frowning, Sully protested, "That's not true, Tempe. I considered you my partner. . . "

Interrupting Sully, Brennan asked, "Do you know why I never received my mail while I was in the Caribbean?"

Startled, Sully stammered, "Mail. . . Your mail . . . I uh. . . I don't remember ever seeing any mail for you whenever I picked up our mail. I mean you got junk mail sure and I just threw that away along with mine. I don't remember seeing any personal mail."

Angry, Brennan walked closer to her front door. Opening it, Brennan demanded, "Angela sent me ten letters, Sully. You had no right throwing my mail away."

Holding his hands out, Sully pleaded, "Tempe, I did it for you. Your friends would have just tried to make you change your mind and try to make you come back here. I did it for you. You needed a change in your life. Booth and Cam were letting you burn your wick on both ends. You couldn't have kept that up. It would have broke you."

Furious, Brennan crossed her arms across her chest, "You did it for yourself not me. It's time you grew up Sully. Leave and don't come back here. Never try to contact me again. We are through."

Walking past her, Sully tried to reason, "Tempe, please, I really did it for you. Your job was killing you. I did it to give you a life. Until you went with me all you had was work. Booth was working you to death and he didn't give a damn. All he wanted you to do was solve crimes. I wanted you to have a life. I wanted you to have fun."

Once Sully stepped across the threshold, Brennan slammed the door shut and threw the bolt.

Turning to face her apartment, Brennan sank to the floor and wept.

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The whir click announced that the cuff was starting to inflate again. Sighing, he watched the cuff slowly inflate. Turning his head, he bit his lip. "Hey, it rained today. We actually needed it to knock some of the crud out of the air. Everything smells clean right now."

Watching the cuff start to deflate after registering it's findings again, he smiled, "If you wake up you can watch the Phillies play the Red Sox. It looks like it's going to be a great pitcher's duel. Both pitchers are fantastic. . . . No? . . . That's ok. I'll put the game on and give you a play by play. You'll see, it's really going to be a great game. . . . Just open your eyes. I promise you that it will be worth it."

Sighing, he moved his chair to face the TV. "Don't worry about it. You just rest for now. After the game, I'll look for a movie that we can watch. Maybe I'll find something worth watching. You rest. I don't remember if I told you today; but, just in case I haven't, I love you. You need to hear someone say that to you. You need to know that we want you to open your eyes. I want you to open your eyes . . . Please open your eyes. I need you. If you leave . . . I love you, Ok?"

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