Another game of Hide and Seek.
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Her phone pinged and she looked at her messages: Where are you?
Listlessly, she replied: Underground
Is this a clue? Are we playing Hide and Seek?
Staring at her phone, Brennan wasn't sure how to answer his question. Finally she entered: I'm not sure I want to be found right now
Bones? Where are you?
She knew she was worrying him, but she felt so cold inside, so lost: Underground
Like she had told him, Brennan wasn't sure she wanted to be found. She was sad and that sadness made her feel tired and apathetic. It had been two weeks since Hodgins had collapsed and had become paralyzed. She had tried to be optimistic, but she knew how the human body functioned only too well and she understood the ramifications of what was happening to her friend.
While Booth prayed for his friend to recover, Brennan could only stand by and hope that the epidural hematoma would lessen and stop the compression of his spine. It's possible her friend could walk again, but it was also possible he would be paralyzed for the rest of his life.
Hodgins was such a vibrant man and seeing him lying on his hospital bed, unable to move his legs left her feeling hopeless. It filled her with grief for him and Angela.
Normally she could bounce back from adversity. She'd done it so many times, but what was her breaking point? She'd been through so much in her life and the ones she loved had suffered through so much tragedy.
Her phone pinging again, Brennan looked at her latest message from Booth: Give me a hint besides Underground.
Brennan looked around and sighed: He watched a young man die when the water came
Bones, don't move, stay there. I'm coming for you.
Booth had had a brain tumor, he'd been shot more than once, he'd been wrongfully imprisoned and she had been there to help him through those things. He'd lost a friend and he'd lost his faith. He'd gambled again and almost lost their family.
She had been there through all of it. She had been there for him.
She hadn't been immune from tragedy herself, being kidnapped and buried alive and of course she too had been shot. She had been falsely accused of murder which forced her to run away from the man she loved. The friend Booth lost was her friend too. She and Christine were the family Booth almost lost.
He had been there for her. Through all of it . . . for her.
And their friends suffered too. Lance Sweets had been murdered. When they lost Sweets they had lost a friend, but Daisy lost a lover, the father of her child. Her intern Vincent Nigel Murray had also been murdered and her favorite intern, Wendell had been forced to deal with a very deadly form of cancer. He was in remission for now, but who knew if that would last.
Booth had been strong and so had she because they had to be. They had been there for each other and for their friends.
Now Hodgins was paralyzed. How much tragedy was she supposed to deal with in her life before it became too much? Who was there for Hodgins? Who was there for Angela?
She sat where she was and didn't move. He'd asked her to do that and since she didn't want to move anyway it wasn't that hard to do. Time seemed to lose meaning as she grieved until he came.
"Bones, what's going on?" He moved his arm around her as he sat down next to her. "Bones?"
Collecting herself, Brennan placed her hand on his thigh. "I'm sad."
Aware that Brennan had slept very little since Hodgins had been hurt, Booth pulled her against his body. "I'm sorry that you're sad, Bones. I really am . . . What can I do to help you?"
Grateful for his concern, for his arm around her, for his kind words, for his love, Brennan answered softly. "You're doing it right now, Booth."
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A/N: the hints were from "The Bones on the Blue Line".