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"Hey, man," Jack started, as he walked towards Booth, hands in his pockets.

Booth looked up, quickly hardening his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest, leaned against the wall and nodded, hoping that the tears that glistened down his cheeks weren't as visible as they felt.

"What do you want, Hodgins?" Booth started, but Hodgins simply smiled and shrugged.

"I know this is hard. I wanted to offer to take Christine for a little while. You know, so you can focus or whatever. Our baby sister…I called her and asked her if she'd be cool taking another kid, and Michael's pretty excited over the idea,"

Booth felt a wave of gratitude over this, even though he wouldn't show it, and nodded.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks. Maybe get her mind off of things," he stated, running his hand through his hair for about the hundredth time that day.

Not to mention keep my mind ON things.

He'd been skipping between half realization and total realization over the whole experience, trying to wrestle with his anger as well as his grief. Half of him wanted to yell at the sky, asking why them, but another half of him wanted to just blame himself. There was also the irrational feeling of anger towards his first born daughter, something he needed to get over quickly. It wasn't her fault. Any more then it was his or Bones' fault.

Did he really believe that?

Bones would be coming home soon, and he had to hold strong for her. He couldn't be angry, no matter how much it was pounding in his chest. He had to be the rock, the center. He had to hold.

"I'll take her, if you want," Hodgins offered. Another wave of relief as Booth nodded. "Alright…Hey, Booth. I'm really sorry, man," he started, but Booth held up his hand and shook his head. He didn't want to hear this speech from Hodgins.

He walked away and Booth slowly fallowed him, until he saw an excited Christine jump into Hodgins' arms before he let her go and she ran to him.

"Daddy, can I go see Michael?" she asked, and mainly from reflex, he ruffled her hair, bent down and kissed her forehead, before nodding.

"Go have fun, Christine," he said. Although she noticed that he wasn't using the term that he usually did with her, Chrissy, she ignored it and bounded off.

"Take care of her!" Booth yelled down the hall, and Hodgins turned around, half smiling.

"Course, man. Wouldn't dream of doing anything different,"

When they disappeared down the hallway, he sat down slowly next to Cam.

"I really fuck things up, don't I Camille?"

She sighed and wrapped an arm around his back, shaking her head.

"We had a fight. A bad one…I don't know what came over me…For a moment, I just…I felt like him," he stated, referencing his father and slumping his shoulders. Everything hurt. Not in the physical sense, but the emotional one. His heart hurt, his mind hurt. Everything just hurt. It felt like he was fighting an internal war, one that he could never win, and one that he didn't really want to win. He wanted to succumb.

"You aren't him, Seeley. I know that's hard to believe sometimes, but you aren't. You're a good father. You're a good friend. And you're a good partner," she said. "You're just stubborn as hell sometimes,"

This warranted a chuckle from him. Leave it to Camille to make him feel a little better.

"What was the fight about?" she asked. He sighed.

"I'd…Well, you know what date it is, don't you?" he asked, and Cam shook her head, slightly confused. "This was…It was his birthday. And I guess I was just…Remembering all the times that he'd come home, hammered, and I'd take the hit for Jared or for myself, and I was just…I was angry, Cam. And then Bones was so obsessed over that last case, she was never home. I just wanted my partner. And I hadn't had her for the past two weeks, not like I wanted her, not like I needed her, and then she came in late today of all days, and I just…I snapped…"

She remained silent and pulled away, rubbing her temple.

"Were you aware of how the victim of the past couple of weeks died?" Cam asked slowly, hoping the answer was no. Booth looked up and shook his head, realizing rather quickly that he hadn't. He'd been preoccupied, letting the squints do most of the work for him for the past couple of weeks. Whenever Bones talked about it, he'd been on autopilot. Even the night of the argument, in the last attempt to make him understand, he hadn't listened.

"No. How did she die?"

Cam took in a sharp breath and shook her head.

"Joy Manning was killed by being stuffed into a car trunk by her foster father after she dropped a pot of soup onto the floor, burning not only herself but her foster father,"

And now he was listening. Because everything came into place, then.

Joy? Is that you?

My name is Dr. Temperance Brennan…

My foster parents locked me in the trunk of a car for 2 days when I broke a dish. I was a very clumsy child. They warned me it would happen, but the water was so hot and the soap was so slippery. I still don't think it was fair, even though they gave me fair warning. The water was so hot.

The tears that had ran down her face that day, the fear and anxiety laced into her voice, years after it had happened. How had he not seen the pain in her own eyes? Had he been so focused on his own pain that he'd ignored Bones'?

"How…How did you know about that story?" he asked, shakily, realizing how utterly wrong it was that his best friend had realized what was happening before he had. She shook her head.

"Angela noticed her sudden obsession and asked her about it. I walked in on the conversation by accident and may have overstayed my welcome. Booth…Do you know how much attention she paid to those bones?"

Yeah, he'd known. But so far as he'd been concerned, she was doing it to pester him, or to ignore him and his family. He'd been jealous of the girl, partially, but it was more then that. She'd come so far and had dropped back into her old habits in a matter of days. She had a family know.

A family that hadn't even noticed her hurt.

"I'd just thought…" he dropped out and lowered his head. "What if that's what made it happen? What if she was so stressed out…What if…"

Cam shook her head.

"It was stupid of you, but no. It wasn't you're fault. Okay, Seeley?" she tried, though he could barely keep his head up. He didn't believe it. In his heart, he at least somewhat blamed himself.

"Zachariah," he whispered, closing his eyes. Cam looked down at him. "That would have been his name."

"It's a beautiful name," Cam stated, rubbing his back softly. "A good name,"

She got up slowly and offered her hand.

"Now we're going to walk around the hospital, and we're going to go see Doctor Brennan after a while. But first, we're going to get you food,"

"I want to see her now…" he whispered, though he knew from Brennan's previous response, leave me alone, Booth, that that wouldn't be the first thing on her mind.

"Let Angela talk to her for a little while. She's known her longer. And she know's what Brennan's going through," she stated. Very much so. But no one wanted to talk about that, not now, they didn't want to think about it. They didn't want to think about that day, that case.

Somewhere inside of his head, Booth was thinking, 'We didn't deserve this.'

He'd been thinking the same thing that day.

But no, they wouldn't think about it.

No use doubling their pain.

So, what do you all think? I usually hate ending on a note, it actually bothers me to no end, but I want to say that I will clarify about Angela, it wasn't just randomly thrown in, and yes, everything read may get angsty and or sad. Again, thank you to everyone and I hope you all have wonderful days!