Spoilers: 4x23 The Girl in the Mask

Disclaimer: Bones does not belong to me. Title taken from the Guster's Satellite.


I toss in the sheets, struggling. This must be the third time I've woken tonight and I can't understand why. The ambient temperature of my apartment is well within range, the curtains are shut, and I'm relaxed after a night of ice cream and beer with Booth.

So why do I keep waking up?

I slide out of bed and shuffle to the kitchen thinking perhaps a glass of water will help. The light on the fridge clicks on as the ice cubes tumble into the cup, my mind replaying the events of the past few days.

Ken's voice filters in. "To work with Booth. Yes."

Why had he said it like that? Surprised; almost amused.

It's not logical. A simple affirmation of my statement would have sufficed; he didn't need to repeat it.

I gulp down some water, almost knocking my teeth against the rim of the glass as another conversation with Ken resurfaces.

I simply meant to communicate my understanding of how close he was with his sister, how their continued phone calls indicated their desire to connect to one another. The abiding love paramount in their relationship. Why had I felt the need to clarify that I had no one in my life like that outside of work?

The water splashes out of the glass as I shakily place it in the sink. Certainly it can't...

Oh god.

Slowly, I pad back the hall, knowing sleep will elude me the rest of the night.