"I only saw what you saw one more time, as we were driving here. You were looking up at that cliff. I was terrified you would try to climb it before I got to you."
He leaned back in the chair, turning off the light as he did. "Go to sleep, Bones. We'll finish this tomorrow."
But Brennan reached up and turned the light back on. "I think you're trying to avoid hearing what I think about what happened," she said.
Booth closed his eyes. "I didn't think I'd be able to avoid that," he said dryly. "You always tell me things whether I want to hear them or not."
"You're right. I thought you liked that about me. And I listened with my mind open like I offered to, so now it's my turn."
He liked everything about the woman in front of him. Why did she always question that? "Fine," he declared. "Let's hear it." Except he was pretty sure he could predict what she was going to say.
Brennan sighed. "I know that I have always been…rigid…in my beliefs. I believed that science would always be able to explain everything that happens in my life."
Booth opened his eyes and turned his head, curious where she was going with this. He'd caught the use of past tense on the word believe.
"But I saw you up on that mountain, too. And maybe I can explain it away by saying I was hurt and hungry, that you were a product of a mind trying to survive, but somehow it doesn't seem like the right answer."
"We've been through a lot together over the years, Booth. Kidnappings and shootings and almost dying. Sweets said that our friendship is what keeps us together. And in the last year, I've started to believe in things that I never thought existed."
Like love.
She sighed. "And I believe in you. If you say it happened, Booth, it happened. Just this once, for you," she said with a little smile, "I won't try and find an explanation. I'll just believe."