This is a shorter one, but I wanted to update. Again, thanks to everyone! To those of us still reeling from last night's season finale, know that hopefully soon I'll be starting a fic for that as well. I'm hoping to update ALL of my fics this weekend, except for the sick fic compilation I have. Thanks to everyone!

'Is she sleeping now?'

"Yeah…Yeah, she is…" Angela whispered into the phone and closed her eyes. It reminded her of the first time she'd seen Brennan almost keel over from exhaustion. And it hurt to see this part of her again.

'Don't leave her side. No matter what. Alright? Don't leave her alone. Do you know if she actually took anything?'

"The seal on the bottle hadn't been broken yet, so I'm assuming no. She said she wasn't…She said she wasn't planning on hurting herself, Sweets. Does that mean something?"

The other line was quiet for a long time until the answer came.

'I wish I knew,'

Planning and thinking were two different things, Angela had to remind herself. Totally different. You couldn't REALLY compare them. You can't be convicted because of thoughts, but you can because of plans, so perhaps this made a difference. It didn't worry her any less.

"Are you calling an ambulance?" she asked unsteadily, unsure of how she felt about that. She could hear Sweets hesitation.

'No. I think it'll be better if I come over…I'm assuming Booth's not home, correct?'

"No, he went out to drink with Hodgins," she understood as soon as she said it how utterly ridiculous that must have sounded to everyone else, or even extremely irresponsible. "He needed a break,"

'If he gets there before I do, I wouldn't suggest letting him in. It seems as though Dr. Brennan is latching onto a select number of people, you being one, and Booth not being one. She'll become more withdrawn if he's in the room,'

Sweets explained this and Angela nodded, taking in a sharp inhale of breath and closing her eyes.

"Do I tell her you're coming over if she wakes up?"

'I doubt she'll wake up for the time being. But if she does, then no. Just act normal. Treat her like you always treat her,'

'Like she's fragile and about to break?' Angela thought, but closed her eyes and nodded, almost heavily. "Okay. I can do that,"

She hung up and laid her head back, until only a few minutes later the shrill sound of her phone ringing again made her curse and check the number. Her dad. Smiling slightly, she pushed answer quickly and put it to her ear.

"Hey dad," she whispered.

Brennan had woken up when the phone had rang, and was looking up at her while Angela and her father had a conversation. She could tell when he'd put Michael on the other end of the line because Angela's voice changed almost immediately.

Almost right before hanging up, Angela looked down and saw Brennan looking up at her. She asked Michael softly,

"Hey, honey. You want to say hi to auntie Brennan?" she asked. Brennan smiled slightly when the phone was handed to her and she heard the boy talk almost at a constant. When it sounded like someone was trying to get him to finally hang up, Michael said loudly on the other end of the line,

"I loves you! Bye bye!"

Brennan handed the phone back to Angela and tried not to feel the sinking despair that had found it's way into her stomach. She tried not to think about what Hodgins had said that day in the hospital, but her mind still wandered.

Hey, him and Michael would have torn it up,

The sudden realization made her sick as she moved her head back and got as far away from Angela as possible. When Ange hung up and looked back at Brennan, she sighed.

"Oh, Sweetie…"

Brennan didn't answer, she never did, but the sound of soft sobs met Angela's ears. Her heart clenched and she wanted to reach out to the forensic anthropologist, but couldn't. Sadly, she moved closer to her and rubbed her back comfortingly.

"Come on, Bren. Talk to me,"

No, no answer.

Instead, the sound of a door opening and closing met her ears, along with the sound of two pairs of footsteps. Booth was home.

Booth walked into the house and kicked off his shoes before listening into the next room where Brennan and Angela were. When he heard no sound, he walked away into the kitchen and turned on the faucet, filled a glass with water and moved into the living room. Hodgins came in slowly, his eyes shifted to the guest room door and he simply walked into the living room with Booth.

The tension was so thick that even a machete may not have cut it.

It was about five minutes later that Booth heard a knock at the door and got up, grumbling, asking who the hell would be knocking at this time in the night. Opening the door, Booth glared and saw Sweets standing in the doorway.

"What the hell are YOU doing here?"