32. Weapon
"Hey, Doctor B—"
Hodgins cut himself off as he approached where Brennan stood, leaning against the railing overlooking the platform, her face streaked with tears. He'd so far managed to hold himself together and successfully avoid almost everyone for most of the day, keeping himself busy with the case.
Angela and Cam clearly didn't recall the date as neither had questioned his sanity, Dr Brennan had also been called into consult on the case several days ago when they'd hit what could only be described as a brick wall and the anthropologist had been strangely quiet the entire time.
She acknowledged him through her tears, sighing shakily when he stood next to her, wiping uselessly at her cheeks. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to hold back his own emotions, of the anger and sadness he felt to what had happened to them that day ten years ago.
"She's been dead five years and it still hurts."
"I know." He replied softly, wrapping an arm securely around her shoulders pulling her into a hug.
"We almost died, and all I can think about is Terrance Gilroy in that freezer. He was ten years old, Hodgins, and all I can think about is Parker and Christine and Henry, and—"
"Hey, hey, Dr B, the kids are fine, okay? No one is ever going to take them from you."
"He was someone's child, how— how do you get over something like that, knowing you could have saved him? He was ten years old, Hodgins, just ten years old."
"I know, Dr B. Listen, Angie was able to identify the murder weapon, Caroline got Aubrey a warrant for the suspects place, he's on his way there now, why don't you let me take you home?"