Booth woke up from his slumber refreshed. When he opened his eyes it was her that greeted him with open arms and lips. She was his everything, and she was oblivious to that. She was his night an day, and without her his world was thrown into an endless oblivion. But for now, he was fine with just waking up to a hug and a nice kiss. It killed him inside as he studied her appearance- he could tell she was just as sad as he was. And, the truth was it killed him inside to see her like that.

In Bones eyes was a gleam that had once only lingered in her soul. It was a mixture of shame, failure, and disappointment. To see it in her eyes was alarming as she once a proud, confident creature. But, there was also a wanting gleam in her eyes. A glimmer of hope and love for the future. Something that Booth was happy to finally see in her calm, collected exterior.

After a few minutes Bones had busied herself with case files she had brought home. She was unable to bring herself to truly converse or look at Booth. It was just too painful, and she saw much of that pain reflected in his eyes and his smile...two things that use to bring her so much joy was a source for a deep sadness. She turned her attention to seemingly mundane task- studying x-rays from their latest victim.

She and the squint squad had yet to determine the exact cause of death. But, the body had nearly every bone cracked or broken and then the body was fed through some sort of shredder. Or so it appeared. All she truly knew is that this person's untimely demise had been long and painful.

Sensing the need for Bones to have personal space and gain her compusre Booth went into the living room where he flipped on Sports Center. He watched highlights to the games he had missed while he was in the hospital with Bones. He knew if he had mentioned the games she would have ushered him to leave, but he could not.

Missing a stupid game was a small price for Bones, especially when she needed someone...someone to lean on or cry on. He wished she would not clam up as she was doing, but he knew the situation was too delicate to push further at the moment. He knew in their game of truth or dare she had not lied, She would open up, but for now he knew... he knew she needed time to let the truth, the reality, the horror of their situation to sink in. She was his reason to live, and that too had to sink in.

Booth felt a deep sadness at the loss of a child as well. He could empathize with how bones felt, but to say he was equally as affected he did not know- he felt it hurt her more because their child was growing inside of her not him. He sighed watching the highlights finding it difficult to pay attention or focus on anything. He did not know how Bones was able to read the case files.

Effortlessly, he got up and trodded along the soft floor to her room. He lingered at the door watching her read. She looked sexy as she sat on her bed bundled up in a puffy, fluffy errycloth robe. She wore his baggy clothes. Her hair was a mess and not a trace of make-up was on her face. She rarely let him see her like this, it was a sign though.

A sign that she was letting her guard down some. Letting him in and see the real her. He knew she was self-concious when she looked like this, but he could not see why. As far as he was concerned, she looked sexy like that. She looked like the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. He knew if she had caught him staring she'd change so he cleared his throat to get her attention, and when she turned to face him he could see she had not been reading as there were tear stains streaming down her face.

"What Booth?" she inquired her tone soft and so very, very desperate.

"Can I hold you?" he asked approaching her bed.

She did not speak. No words were needed, her look set it all. It begged him to please hold her and he did. He scooted behind her and held her as she fell back hard against his care chest. He held her tight, his thumbs brushing away her tears. He loved her and together they weeped for their lost. A nagging feeling in the pit of stomach told him this was God's way of making them pay for his heavenly sins. It was the religious part of him. But, the rational part of him told him if that was the truth then Bones was right about her views on god. Because no god would take away their unborn unchild for a few heavenly sins. If that was the cas then Bones was heavenly sin he'd commit it until the day he died.

"Booth?"

"Yeah Bones?" he asked before kissing her neck lightly by brushing his lips gently against the carefully sensitive flesh.

"Do you think this is a sign from the universe to stop this? That we can't or we shouldn't have children..." The tears fell freely now as she all but outright bawled like a baby.

"No I don't. I think it was an accident. I think if it was any it was a sign that we could stick together and maybe wait for a child. I think that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, and that when we come through this we'll be stronger than anyone could ever imagine. I think it is a sign that if we stay together we love each other and deserve each other. That is what I think Bones."

"Booth I don't want to go back to the Jeffersonian and have to explain..."

"You don't. Take the time off...as much as you need, and if you can't tell anyone I will. "

"You'd do that for me?"

"Babe, I'd do anything for you."

"What is Sweets going to say when he finds out the truth about us, and then when he finds out I lst our baby?"

"He will say something that will piss us both off and make us question his abilities like we always do. But, he will also give us insight and teach us to cope with our loss. He will prove to you like I am trying to that it is not your fault or mine. It just happens. He also won't be suprised by us."

"Why?"

"Everyone has thought we've been together since day one. Don't you notice that when we visit suspects or victim's families they always assume we are together. It is because we belong together."

She chuckled and fell against him again, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder as he whispered sweet nothings to her.

"It is true."

She did not believe that it was fate or a mtter of belonning together, but she still found a strange comfort and solace in his words. They seemed to relax her and make her momentarily forget her situation- their situation- and the pain associated with it. She loved him until it had hurt, and then she loved him more. But to tell the truth she was afraid. Afraid he'd hirt her and leave her. And more so afraid of opening up about their loss as she feared it'd be too much of burden for him. But little did she know he was already baring that burden. And if he could, he'd steal away her pain. he'd take it so all she could feel was the good, and he'd bare her pain with a smile because as long as he had her he felt the good.