Her life was in his hands. She knew that now. She'd avoided the fact for as long as she could, but she couldn't ignore it any longer. He had to be the one to save her and she had to somehow let him know that. But she couldn't even think straight for five minutes at a time. Her work was sloppy and everyone could tell she wasn't herself. Even Hodgins was dealing with Angie's death better than she was. Oh, great. Here came the waterworks. She needed to talk to him. And soon.
"Bones? Hey, where are you, honey?" He walked into the lab casually, and looked around, his eyes searching for her form. He saw Cam through her office door, head in her hands. He saw Hodgins at his lab desk, eyes red rimmed, hands shaking. But she was nowhere to be found. He started panicking, his heart beating faster and faster and he searched frantically. "Hodgins? HODGINS?! Where's Bones?" he yelled. "Hey, Booth. Um, calm down, man. She just went out to get some Thai food." Hodgins' face actually relaxed into a little smile. "Wh...whaa?" That was his job. He was the man, he got the food. Simple as that.
Just then, she walked in. He breathed a sigh of relief when he watched her walk through those doors. "Okay, she's safe." he thought, wanting to laugh at his own terror. She was fine. She'd be fine. He just needed to help her through it. And he'd be there no matter what.
"Hi, Bones." he said, shooting a little smile her way. "Hi." she said, her voice cracking with lack of use. She felt so small and vulnerable when he looked at her like that. She used to hate it, but it had started to grow on her. Actually, right now, it was just what she needed. His warm brown eyes showed love mixed with concern and she needed him to feel that way. She didn't know how she'd ever gotten through anything without him. Oh... Angela. Her eyes suddenly filled with tears and his happy eyes clouded and in an instant he was by her side. His big hands gripped the sides of her arms, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to bring her back to reality. "I'm sorry, I've got to go." she said. She slipped out from under him and basically sprinted through the doors she came from only seconds before. He was left standing there openmouthed, emptyhanded.
"Sweets, I know I don't usually come to you, but this is different..." he started off. The young psychologist smiled at his discomfort. "Hey, Agent Booth, I understand. Dr. Brennan is going through a rough emotional time. She just watched her best friend die and she doesn't understand those emotions that are most certainly ripping her heart apart." Sweets replied and sat back to watch his reaction. His eyebrows pushed together and his mouth turned down into a frown. "How do I help her?" he finally said, after a long, musing silence. "Has she asked you for anything?" Sweets replied, struggling himself with the question. Dr. Brennan did not usually need help from anyone. "She...she wanted me to hold her." The agony was so obvious in his eyes and in his whispered response that even Sweets was surprised. He didn't ever share his own feelings but the way she was hurting changed everything. It was killing him. His heart was breaking just as much as hers was.