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After talking about the events that had happened after the trial resumed that afternoon, Brennan observed Booth yawn. Shaking his head a little and then wincing, Booth remarked, "Well, it sounds like Angela's presentation was pretty convincing . . . Did the jury seem interested or bored?"

Thinking carefully, Brennan finally answered. "None of the jury looked away from Angela's presentation. You know I have a difficult time reading stranger's faces accurately. I have to learn the idiosyncrasies of the person to form an educated guess as to their emotional state. For instance I know when you're bored."

Booth squeezed Brennan's hand and laughed. "Yeah because I tell you."

Shaking her head, Brennan smiled. "Yes, you do that, but sometimes you try to pretend you aren't bored. When you to that, you pull your dice from your pocket and move them around in your hand or you stare at them."

Impressed, Booth complimented her. "Pretty good, Bones. . . . Still you have a pretty good feel for people when you really think about it . . . Just give me a rough idea. Did they appear alert when Angela was talking or not?"

Nodding her head, Brennan answered the question honestly. "In my opinion and it's just my opinion, I would say they were interested in Angela's presentation."

Pleased to hear that, Booth leaned over and kissed her. "Sounds good to me. So when do you have to testify?"

Returning his kiss, Brennan noticed that his breathing seemed to have improved since she'd arrived. "Tomorrow afternoon. . . . Booth, you cannot come to the courthouse tomorrow. What you did this afternoon was dangerous. I don't want you to jeopardize your life like that again. I am quite capable of giving my testimony without you there. I do have moral support. Hodgins, Angela and Cam will be there . . . If you'd like, I can call you before I testify and afterward."

Yawning again, Booth nodded his head. "Yeah, I'd like that. . . . So enough with the trial.. . . Want to make out?"

Brennan move a little closer to Booth and placed her hand on his chest. "I don't think that would be wise. You're breathing better and I don't want you to become overly excited. What I am willing to do is lay here and talk to you."

Closing his eyes, Booth yawned once more. "Okay, if that's how you want it. I'm . . . I'm game if you change your mind and . . ."

Watching the lines on Booth's forehead smooth away, the signs of pain leave him, Brennan realized that he'd fallen asleep. Whispering, she leaned her head against his shoulder. "I'll stay for awhile. I love you, Booth."

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Entering the bedroom, Harris smiled and shook his head. Walking around the bed, he leaned over and shook Brennan's shoulder.

Instantly awake, Brennan turned over slowly trying not to jostle her boyfriend. Looking up at Booth's friend, Brennan whispered. "Is there a problem?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Harris leaned down closer to Brennan. "No, not really . . . um, It's 10:30. Are you planning on staying the night? You can if you want to. It's up to you. I just wanted to make sure you want to. I know you got that trial and . . ."

Tired, Brennan rubbed her face and slowly moved to the edge of the bed. Harris, seeing that Brennan intended to get out of bed, stepped back to give her room.

"I must have fallen asleep." Turning to look at Booth, Brennan watched him breathe for a few minutes and then stood up. "I'd better go. I'll be back tomorrow night." While she placed her shoes on she spoke quietly to the agent. "Did you contact Sherman to see if he was interested in being a day nurse?"

His clasped hands in front of his stomach, Harris answered quietly. "Yeah, he'll be over tomorrow at noon just before Randy leaves. I explained what I want him to do. He told me it sounded like easy money to him."

Rolling her eyes, Brennan gathered up her jacket and purse and started walking towards the bedroom door, Harris following her. Once they were outside the room and the door was firmly closed, Brennan turned to stare at Harris. "Sherman hasn't met Booth yet. I'm fairly certain he will change his mind."

Harris glanced at the door and chuckled. "Yeah, me too."

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Her phone ringing, Brennan took it out of her pocket and answered it. "Brennan."

A sleepy voice responding, "Hey, I thought I'd catch you before you go into court. I'm sorry I didn't get to say good-bye last night. I guess I was really tired."

Sipping her coffee, Brennan watched Cam as she talked to Caroline. "You over exerted yourself yesterday. I hope you rest today."

Still trying to recover from his little trip the previous day, Booth yawned. "Sorry. . . Yeah, I will. Harris went all shitty on me and he's gone and hired a day nurse . . . to come and help me when Randy leaves. I think he's just trying to get someone to keep an eye on me . . . I don't need a damned baby sitter. I told him that, but he and Susan gave me the stink eye . . . and told me I don't get a say in it. It's bullshit. I should go home."

A little alarmed, Brennan turned to face away from Cam. "Booth, you can't be by yourself right now. You're weak and someone needs to change your bandages. You need to stay with Agent Harris for at least a few more days. Once this trial is over, I'd like you to stay at my apartment. You can stay by yourself during the day by then. If you stay in my apartment I can make sure you're mending properly."

Surprised at the offer, Booth stared at the ceiling. "Are you sure? I mean I can always go home. I don't want to be a burden . . . I can take care of myself. I've done it before."

Shaking her head, Brennan replied, "No, Booth. I need you to stay with Agent Harris for awhile and then with me until your well enough to be on your own. I do have a guest bedroom and you can use that. Remember I bought a television this summer, so I have one for you to use. I even have cable now."

His eyes drawn to the doorway as Randy entered his bedroom, Booth watched her carry his freshly cleaned clothes over to the dresser, place them in a drawer and then leave. "Well, if you're sure."

Brennan watched the bailiff open the courtroom doors and tried to finish their conversation. "Yes, I'm sure. The trial is getting ready to resume. I'll call you this afternoon after I've testified."

Hurrying, Booth rushed a reply. "I love you Bones." Not hearing anything for a minute and then the dial tone, Booth smiled. "Sooner or later, you're going to say it, Bones. I can wait."

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Glaring at Sherman, Booth repeated what he'd just said. "I told you I don't need help going to the damned bathroom. Quit following me."

Not caring what Booth thought of the situation, the younger man shrugged his shoulders. "You almost fell when you tripped on the rug in the living room the last time you got up. I just want to make sure you get where you're going."

Exasperated, Booth entered the bathroom and closed the door firmly behind him. Glaring at himself in the mirror, he noticed the black circles under his eyes and his face beaded with sweat.

Standing outside the bathroom, Sherman looked down the hallway and made a decision. Rapidly walking back into the living room, he moved the coffee table and then rolled up the rug. Carrying it over to the closet, he opened the door, placed the carpet inside and then closed the door. Placing the coffee table back in it's proper place, he nodded and walked into the kitchen to retrieve a coke for himself and his patient.

Finished in the bathroom, Booth entered the living room, glanced at the floor and called out to his keeper. "Sherman, what did you do with the rug?"

Standing in the doorway, Sherman frowned at the agent. "The number one cause of falls in the home is rugs. I don't have any in my house."

Furious, Booth pointed at the floor and demanded an answer. "I asked you where the rug is?"

Walking across the room, Sherman handed Booth a coke and then holding his coke in his arm against his chest, pulled the tab off of his can. "I put it away. I'll tell Morris when he gets home. Sit down on the couch and behave for once . . . Did anyone ever tell you you're a rotten patient? My sister gave me less trouble when she had her gallbladder removed and I took care of her for three weeks."

Angry that he was being fussed at, Booth sat down on the couch, opened his can of coke and drank half. Staring at the can, Booth finally looked up. "If I'm such a pain in the ass then go home. I didn't ask you to come here."

Shrugging his shoulders, Sherman sipped some of his drink. "I need the money. My hand is going to be in the cast for at least two more weeks. I'm not working and workers comp doesn't cover everything. Just so you know, I don't care how much of a pain in the ass you want to be, I'm not quitting this job. Morris said it's only for a week or two and it'll help tide me over until I can go back to work. You don't like me here, too bad. Live with it."

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His phone ringing, Booth reached over to the night stand and picked it up. "Yeah, Booth."

"You sound angry."

Shaking his head, Booth sighed. "Sorry, Bones. I'm just in a bad mood . . . I didn't mean to answer the phone that way. It's not you . . it's me."

Watching Hodgins order two coffees at the coffee cart, Brennan frowned. "Why are you in a bad mood? Are you in pain?"

Exasperated, Booth complained. "It's Sherman. He follows me every time I get up and walk somewhere . . . He's being a pain in the ass. I locked myself in my bedroom so I don't have to put up with his bullshit."

Taking the cup of coffee from Hodgins, Brennan glanced her friend. "He's just trying to help you Booth."

Glaring at the door, Booth growled. "I don't need that kind of help."

Sipping her coffee, Brennan finally responded. "Would you like to be alone tonight? I can go back to the Lab and work on reports."

"Uh, no, Bones. I'd like to see you tonight." Booth realized that his foul temper might upset his partner and make her think twice about them. Cautiously, he sat on the edge of his bed. "Look I'm sorry. I'm just out of sorts that's all. I'm not used to people trying to take care of me like this . . . I'm used to taking care of myself. I uh . . . I'm a pain in the ass when it comes to stuff like this. I know it . . . I'll try to be more patient, okay? You'll come see me tonight . . . right?"

"Yes, if you're sure you want the company."

Wincing as he felt a spasm of pain in his chest pass, Booth hissed. "Yeah, Bones. I want your company . . . I'll try not to be such a butt hole."

Concerned at the sound he'd made, Brennan turned to face away from Hodgins. "Are you alright? It's important that you rest."

Placing his hand over his bandage, Booth frowned. "Yeah, I'm alright. It was just a twinge. I'll see you tonight, okay?"

Brennan wanted to see him, so she assured him. "I'll be there after six. Would you like me to bring you anything?"

Slowly standing, Booth walked over to the bedroom door and unlocked it. Opening the door, he carefully walked down the hallway towards the living room. "Nah, I don't need anything. I'd just like to see you. I love you Bones . . . Maybe I'll stay awake long enough so we can talk more, I know I was bad company last night."

"You were tired Booth, I understand."

Before entering the living room, Booth stopped. "I love you Bones. I want you to know that and . . . I just want you to know that."

Staring at her cup, Brennan knew she should say it, but she couldn't. "I'll see you tonight Booth."

The call end, Booth entered the living room and sat down slowly on the couch. Glancing at Sherman out of the corner of his eyes, he asked the younger man, "Why don't we watch sports center?"

Smiling, Sherman picked up the remote flipped the channels until he found the program.

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