Morning came far too early for Booth. he had allowed himself to sleep through his alotted work out time, and now it was time to shower. With a sigh, he dis0entangled their bodies, and headed for the shower, unable to wipe her from his mind. All he could think about was her touch, her raw sensual body. Her amazing brain, her amazing heart. But, he would not allow himself to be aroused, he couldn't stand the thought of the depression she was facing and he was too. However, it had a more profound impact upon her.
As he sat at his desk that morning he kept glaring over at his phone hoping she would call, and when she did not Booth was heart broken. He drummed his fingers impatiently on his desk, a sullen look plastered upon his face. He was certain Hacker would notice the look, and he did.
"Agent Booth?"
"Yeah," he replied not wanting to have this conversation with Hacker.
"What is wrong?"
"My girlfriend lost our child." More silence and awkwardness ensued.
"Sorry to hear, are you sure you don't want the day off?"
"Positive, no use in dwelling on it."
The truth be told he was dwelling on it, but he could not bare to sit there with Bones and cry all day. He was not sure he could see her like that without dying a little inside. Around three he got a call of a decomposing body found in an abandonned house. A grin came to his lips as he thought of Bones. He wondered how he was going to work this without her.
When Seeley arrived at the crime scene he found Cam there with a bunch of squints.
"Seeley where is Temperance?" Cam asked.
"She is taking some personal time off."
"Is everything okay?" she inquired her tone sincere.
"Of course why do you ask?" he asked not trying to sound too defensive.
"Because you've got that look Seeley. I know that look."
"She lost the baby. But don't say anything."
"I am sorr. I really am. How are you coping with it?"
"I'm not. I don't know what to do or say to make it okay."
"Nothing will make it okay. You both need to just grieve. Just let her know to take as much time as she needs, Wendel will do fine. And, I sugest you take some time as well Seeley because you look like hell."
"Thanks," he muttered as he stood over Wendel, who was barking orders to the FBI forensic team.
"Do you mind not standing over me, it is making me kind of nervous?" Wendel offered to Booth.
"Sorry a habit with Bones. So what do we got?"
"A male caucasion, in his twenties. I won't be able to determine death until we clear away all of the flesh, but it looks like he took a shot to the cranium with .22," Wendel offered, hoping for the mangeled bodies sake that the.22 had come to end his life before the unspeakable was done.
"Where is Dr. Brennan anyway?" Wendel inquired his tone showing nothing but concern for the doctor who had gotten him his scholarship back.
"She's... sick?" Booth offered.
"Ah, the baby getting the best of her?"
"Something like that," Booth mumbled into the cool air.
"Looks like she has been keeping you up. You look like hell."
"Gee thanks, you look wondeful too," Booth teased and the squint grinned as he considered Booth a friend and a mentor in life. Was his horror and disappointment so prominately displayed on his face that even Wendel, who seen less frequently in comparison to the others,, could pick up on it? He began to wonder if Sweets would pick up on it when he went to his session with Bones when she got back. he also pondered if Sweets would be able to pick up on it before hand, when he sought advice from the 'doctor'.
After clearing the crime scene, Booth was back in his office which seemed more like a prison cell to him than anything else. He poured over the evidence, which was not much. There was bloodied bits of glass fragments, food wrappers, condom wrappers, rusty nails, and other trash one would expect to find in abandonned house turned teenage hangout. He could not help but wonder what Bones would think.
Unable to escape his thoughts, Booth drove to the Jeffersonian where he collected the rest of the xrays and photos. He brought the pictures of evidence, the crime scene, the xrays, and the pictures of the bodies to Bones' home with him. He had an inkling that she'd be ggrateful for the distraction, and she was. When he arrived, he found her still lying in bed, her eyes bloodshot and her face tear stained.
"Hey," his voice was shaky as he sat beside her and instantly took her in his arms.
"Hi," she seemed so small as she leaned against him.
"Do you feel as bad as you lok?" he offered hoping she did not.
"Mhmm. And you don't look like Prince Charming yourself," she shot back, and he grinned she had got a refrence..well sort of.
"I know. Don't feel good either. It just sucks, Bones."
"It does."
"I brought you case files on our newest case, so you could have a distraction if you want to."
"Thank you Booth, but I'm not up to it yet. I'll look over it later," she offered a deep sadness oozing in her voice.
"You don't have to. Wendel is filling in for you, he asked about you and I told him you were sick. He said feel better soon," Booth offered hoping that the fact that Wendel was stepping up to the plate would calm her nerves.
"Good."
Booth was not sure how many hours went by, but he had sat with Bones in his arms the pair of them crying until it was dark out. Booth felt a deep heartache for Bones. He knew, how she had felt responsible for the miscarriage. He also knew she worried about how Parker would take the news, but he knew his son would be okay in the long run, it was Bones who was concern.
Her depression was reaching an unhealthy level as she refused to get out of bed for anything but showering and using the bathroom. Even he could not convince her to get up or to eat. If she did not change soon, he was going to have to involve Sweets and he prayed that if he threatened her with Sweets before hand she would comply. but, something inside told him this was not going to be that simple for either of them.