It was black out when Brennan's touch on his arm woke Booth. "Are you okay?" he asked, reaching for the light.

"Don't," she said. "Don't turn on the lights."

Booth stopped in mid-motion. "Are you sure?"

"I wanted to ask you a question." Her voice was soft, hesitant. She was never that way when asking questions about a case. But when it came to emotions, or to the two of them, it was harder for her to find the words. It was so much harder when she had to figure it out for herself.

"Okay," he said, sitting back down. "Go ahead."

Brennan licked her lips. "Where's Hodgins?"

Booth tilted his head, knowing that wasn't what she wanted to ask. "He's in a hotel across the street. After you get released in the morning, we're going to go back to Washington."

"What about the stuff we left behind?"

"Bones, did you really wake me up at," he looked at the clock on the wall, "two in morning to find out about Hodgins and those worthless things we left behind in the woods?"

"No, but now that you're awake, I find that I'm afraid to ask the questions. I don't want to make you mad." Brennan looked down and realized Booth was holding her hand. Rather than pull away, she squeezed it.

"I'm already mad at you, Bones."

"Oh. I thought maybe, since I was okay, you wouldn't be mad anymore."

Pleased that she hadn't pulled away from him, Booth ran his thumb over her knuckles. "You did some fairly foolish things, Temperance."