"I saw you up there," Brennan said at lunch. Booth hesitated with the fork halfway to his mouth. Just when he thought he'd heard everything about that night, she would let something slip out of the blue and he'd realize he hadn't heard half of it.
"You saw me?"
"I'm pretty sure it was a hallucination because I hadn't had a lot of food and water. And there's the stress and the head injury to consider, too, so it might not have actually been you."
"But you saw me," he said again. Stunned, he set the fork back on the plate. "You mentioned something about this earlier, when we were in the hospital, but I didn't expect you to mention it again."
Brennan took a bite of her salad. "Nothing happened. I said a couple of things to you and you disappeared."
Now that was interesting. "You actually spoke to me."
"No," she said patiently. "I spoke to your hallucination. You weren't actually there."
"Okay. So what did you say to hallucination me?"
"I told you I wasn't giving up." She tilted her head, remembering. "I also told you that I didn't believe in ghosts, but if I died, I was going to make sure it was your house that was haunted. Or something like that."
"You picked my house to haunt? Thanks, Bones," he said. It was silly, but he liked the thought that she would pick him to come back to.
"But I don't believe in ghosts, Booth. So I wouldn't have come back anyway."
"That's okay, Bones. I believe in them enough for both of us."
