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Outside of the Bones Storage room, Booth watched his wife looking at some small bones laid out on the table before her. Brennan's concentration was so intense that she wasn't aware that Booth was there which allowed him to do the thing he loved the most. Watching her examine bones always fascinated him. Her concentration was so intense that she shut the world completely out and Booth found that so alluring. He had no idea why, but it did and he quit questioning that a long time ago.

After a while, Booth entered the room and stopped just inside the doorway. "Hey Bones."

Booth's voice breaking through her concentration, Brennan looked up and smiled at him. "Hi, are you ready for lunch?"

Moving across the room, Booth placed his arms around her and held her against his body. Unable to say anything, he closed his eyes and held her.

Concerned for him, Brennan allowed him to hold her for a few minutes until his continued silence caused her to grow fearful. "Booth is something wrong?"

Releasing her, he opened his eyes and stared into her concerned face. "I just came back from seeing Dr. Reed."

Alarmed, Brennan quietly asked, "You're scaring me, Booth. Tell me what's wrong?"

His hand on the side of her face, Booth kissed her. "Nothing's wrong . . . I hope . . . . Dr. Reed had me get a CT scan while I was there and made me wait while he read it. He thought he saw something so he made me wait while he checked with someone else and . . . uh . . . " He cleared his throat. "He . . . uh . . . thinks I'm okay, but he's not a hundred percent sure. I need to go back this afternoon to get a MRI done. He wants to put some dye in my blood and then they're going to do the test."

Pulling him closer to her, Brennan rested her head on his shoulder. "Booth, I . . . I'll go with you this afternoon. I need to go with you."

"Okay, I was hoping you would say that." Staring at the bones on the table, Booth frowned. "You know I don't trust doctors and I sure as shit don't know what they're talking about sometimes. It's like they have this secret language that they use when they don't want to tell you something is wrong . . . the bastards."

Brennan released him and attempted to smile for him. "It's probably nothing, Booth. Let's not worry about it now. We'll go to lunch and then this afternoon, we'll see what happens after you've completed the test."

A little afraid, but not willing to admit it, Booth shook his head. "I can't eat, Bones. We can go to lunch and I'll keep you company, but I can't eat."

A tear falling down her cheek, Brennan leaned against him and held him. "I don't think I can either. Let's just sit in my office and keep each other company."

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The appointment over, they sat in his truck in the parking lot and Booth leaned his head against the steering wheel. "Thank God."

Slowly rubbing his back, Brennan smiled. "I'm glad he was able to confirm that there wasn't anything wrong, Booth."

Relieved, Booth leaned back, turned to face Brennan and then leaned over. Kissing her he smiled. "I'm not too proud to say I was scared . . . Damn." Kissing her once more, Booth turned back to the steering wheel. "Look, I don't want to go back to work today. Let's go home. I'm too worked up and I might tear someone's head off if they look at me cross-eyed."

"I'm not sure what you mean, but yes, we can go home." After he started up the engine, Brennan turned to stare out of the passenger window. Feeling tears slide down her cheeks, she let them fall unchecked.

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Cuddling on the couch, Booth stared at Brennan's hand resting on his thigh. "I'd like to look for a house after we come back from your dig this fall. I thought we could start looking at listings now and get a general idea of what's available and maybe look at different neighborhoods to see where we'd like to live."

"Alright, we can definitely do that." Comfortable, Brennan leaned against him. "I'd like to find a house with a small pool if possible, perhaps a spacious backyard."

Rubbing her shoulder, Booth sipped some scotch from his glass. "Whatever you want, Bones. I'll consider anything, but a mansion or a trailer."

Brennan shook her head. "I don't want a mansion or a trailer either."

Continuing to rub her shoulder, Booth turned his gaze to the knickknacks she had on her shelves. "Bones, it looks like the Gravedigger had another accomplice. Angela found out how the body was buried in the garden yesterday afternoon. Doug Clary buried Tassin in the garden during some event and used a tent that the Jeffersonian had set up for the occasion to mask what he was doing. Angela found the footage showing him bringing the body of Tassin into the tent. The surprising part was . . . he wasn't alone. Angela tracked down who the guy was this morning before I went to my doctor's appointment . . . I had her send the information over to the FBI."

Curious, Brennan asked him, "Who was it?"

Satisfied that their troubles were almost over, Booth sipped some of his drink. "It was a detective working for Metro. I don't know him, but I called the Police Chief to give him a heads up. He's going to give Harris a chance to go over the data and then he's going to go see him. The Chief told me he'll keep quiet and let the FBI pick up his detective. This just keeps getting messier and messier."

"It's almost over, Booth." Rubbing his knee, Brennan repeated, "It's almost over. Once the last of her accomplices are locked up, all of their victims will have the closure they need. It will be a relief to know that those people can't hurt anyone else."

His glass of scotch finished, Booth rested the empty glass on the side table next to the couch. "Yeah."

Unsure whether she wanted to burden her husband, Brennan thought about what she wanted to say and then decided that if anyone would understand it would be Booth. "I still dream about being buried in the car. Sometimes my dream starts out with my Foster parents locking me in the car trunk and then I find out I'm not alone and that Hodgins is with me and I'm not in the trunk, but in the front seat of my car."

Pulling her closer, Booth leaned over and kissed her. "I'm sorry that the Gravedigger got to you. If I'd done my job right, that wouldn't have happened."

"Booth, I was going to my self-defense class and you weren't my bodyguard." Annoyed, Brennan tapped his knee. "You were my partner and you weren't at fault. The Gravedigger is to blame. She and her accomplices were responsible and no one else."

Reaching over and grabbing her finger, Booth lifted it up and kissed it. "Okay . . . okay, we've been down this road before."

He was right. That was an argument that never seemed to go away. Pulling her finger out of his hand, Brennan leaned over and kissed him. "We've had a very tiring day and I for one need to go to bed. Are you coming with me?"

Exhausted, Booth stood up, grabbed her hands and pulled her up. "Come on. I'm going to soak in the tub for awhile and then I'll join you."

Brennan walked over to the light switch and turned off the overhead living room light leaving a single lamp on in the corner of the room. "Maybe I'll join you, Booth."

Delighted, Booth waited for her to come back and link her arm in his. "That sounds like a better plan."

Laughing, Brennan pulled him towards the bedroom. "I thought you might like it."

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