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Moving his right arm up, he used his hand to form a dog's face in the semi-dark room. Amused, he moved his fingers so that the dog appeared to be barking. Chuckling, he tried to make a rabbit next, but he became a little confused and slowly lowered his hand. Resting it on his stomach, Booth turned his head and stared at his wife. Watching her eyes flutter while she slept, Booth was tempted to wake her up and tell her how cute she looked. Deciding that she'd probably be angry with him for waking her, Booth moved off the bed, slipped on his house shoes, grabbed his cane leaning against the wall and used it to hobble out of the bedroom.

Carefully moving down the stairs, Booth made sure to keep one hand on the banister. At the bottom of the steps, he looked around and decided that he wanted to go outside. Grabbing his coat from the rack near the door, he shrugged it on and walked slowly across the living room to the kitchen and then to the back door. Opening the door, he stepped out onto the back deck and closed the door behind him.

With a goal in mind, Booth walked into the back yard and over to one of the oak trees. Staring up at the limbs above his head, Booth reached up with his cane and knocked it against the limb. Whacking it a few times, he smiled and nodded his head. Good, I don't want to break my neck. Bones would be pissed.

After he walked over to the garage, Booth walked into the work shop and pulled his ladder from its spot on the wall. Getting it down, he realized that he couldn't really carry it into the back yard. Disappointed, he placed it back on the wall and left the garage.

Shivering in the cold back yard, Booth couldn't decide what to do next so he walked back up on the deck and sat down on one of the lawn chairs. Staring at the pool, he seriously considered going for a swim when he heard the back door open. "Bones, what are you doing up?"

Concerned, Brennan pulled her robe tightly around her waist. "Booth, what are you doing out here? It's 36 degrees."

Laughing, Booth shook his head. "Aw it isn't cold, Bones. I was thinking about going for a swim."

Appalled at the idea, Brennan hurried across the deck and grabbed his hand. "Booth it's too cold to go swimming. Come back to bed."

Stubbornly, Booth shook his head. "I'm not sleepy and I'm bored. You're the one that told me that swimming would be good for my leg." Suddenly coughing, Booth fought to catch his breath. "I don't know why I'm coughing." Puzzled, Booth asked her, "Want to go swimming with me?"

Leaning closer, Brennan stared into her husband's glassy eyes. "You're coughing because its cold and you've been exerting yourself . . . I think the next dose of pain medicine you take should be just a half a pill. You aren't in pain are you?"

Not sure why she was talking about pills, he reached up and pulled Brennan on to his lap. "Have I told you how beautiful you are lately, Bones? Your pretty blue eyes and your soft brown hair and . . . um your kissable lips." Kissing her, Booth moved his hand onto her thigh. "Your very kissable lips."

Amused, Brennan kissed him and stood up. "No, you're definitely not in any pain." Tugging his hand, Brennan smiled. "I don't want to go swimming, Booth. I have a better idea, if you come to bed, I'll show you what it is, you'll like it."

Ready for anything, Booth reached down for his cane, stood up quickly and pointed towards the house. "I definitely can't turn that down." Chuckling, Booth started hobbling towards the door. "If I'd known you wanted to have some fun, I'd have woke you up. That sounds way better than swimming." Hobbling towards the door, Booth started to sing, "Hot blooded check it and see, I got a fever of a hundred and three, come on Bones, do you do more than dance? I'm hot blooded and man I'm hot blooded for my Bones . . ." Altering the words to the song, Booth stopped to cough, got his breath back and continued to sing loudly and off key as he entered the house.

Rolling her eyes, Brennan sighed, "He is not taking that pain medicine at full strength again."

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In the break room, Booth watched Lester as the younger man poured sugar in his coffee. "Want some coffee with that sugar?"

Determined to ignore his boss, Lester crumpled the empty sugar packets and carried them over to the trash can. Sitting back down, he drank his coffee with relish. Smacking his lips, he turned his gaze upon Booth. "What's the point of drinking coffee if I can't drink it the way I like it?"

Sipping his own sweetened coffee, Booth glanced at the stairwell and then back. Placing his cup down, Booth sighed. "Bones insisted I take some pain medicine last night."

Glad to hear that Brennan was helping Booth, Lester shrugged his shoulders. "It's about time. This macho bullshit you've been pulling hasn't been good for you. If you're in pain take some medicine to at least cut it in half."

Booth sipped more of his coffee and then placed the cup down. "Me and drugs don't get along. I don't even remember anything that happened after I took that damned pill last night. I must have fallen asleep right away and I didn't wake up at all last night and that's not normal. It's actually creepy. I usually get up a few times during the night. I don't like the idea of passing out like that."

Finished with his coffee, Lester placed his cup down on the table. "Getting up a lot during the night is not normal, Buddy. If the side effect was just a lot of sleep then go with it. You probably needed it."

Finishing his own coffee, Booth complained, "I still think it's creepy and I don't like it."

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Entering Booth's office, Angela cheerfully greeted him. "Hey Booth, I think I found Richard Collier."

Interested, Booth looked up. "Hey, that's great . . . did you let Bones and Detective Simmons know yet?"

Slowly shaking her head, Angela sat down across from Booth. "No, not yet. I . . . I just feel bad that I have to do it."

Puzzled about her attitude, Booth leaned forward on his desk. "I don't understand . . . why?"

Angela sighed and explained. "He's a priest now. He's living in Philadelphia."

Surprised, Booth nodded his head. "That's interesting. Still you have to tell Bones and Simmons. They want to talk to him about Cora Hogg's death."

"I know." Resigned, Angela crossed her legs and stared at the picture of Booth and Brennan sitting on the credenza. "It's just he was just a little kid when Cora died and one of his parents probably did it and well . . . I feel sorry for him."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth sympathized with her. "Yeah, but Cora needs closure, Angela. We need to know what happened to her and we need to make sure that a murderer isn't still running around. Right now we're assuming that it was one of his parents that killed Cora, but we need to make sure."

Grimly, Angela nodded her head. "I know. I hate it when kids are caught up in something like this. I mean I know he's not a kid anymore, but he was when his mother's aunt was murdered and if one of his parents did it then it must be an awful burden he's carrying around, if he even knows. Just think about it, what if he doesn't even know about it?"

Leaning back on his chair, Booth tried to reason with his friend. "We have to talk to him about it, Angela. Maybe it's a good thing we found Cora. We can help him get past it. We can make sure she gets a proper burial and we can try to close the case on her murder. She'll get closure and so will Richard."

Relieved that there was another view to the problem, Angela stood up and smiled. "Yeah, you're right. I knew that. I just wanted to hear you say it. I'll go tell Brennan now."

Watching Angela leave his office, Booth rubbed his knee. "Everyone needs closure."

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Watching Brennan steal one of his fries, Booth asked her, "So are you going up to Philly with Detective Simmons?"

After she chewed and swalloed her fry, Brennan picked up her fork and speared one the broccoli florets on her plate. "No, I have too much to do right now. The CIA is sending over a body that they'd like me to examine and I have a class to teach tomorrow morning. Detective Simmons will have to take someone else."

Picking up his fork, Booth cut off a piece of meatloaf and dredged it in the gravy. "Okay. . . Look, I don't think I want to take any more of those pain pills. It made me sleep like a zombie. I slept right through the night and you know that's not me. I always wake up a few times during the night. I always have and just sleeping through the night like that kind of creeps me out."

Brennan quickly debated how to reply to what he'd said and placed her fork down. "You didn't sleep through the night, Booth. You got up and went outside. When I found you, you were seriously considering going swimming."

A chill running down his back, Booth shuddered at the thought. "Oh, that's not good Bones . . . That's not good at all. It was downright cold last night. I'm not taking another one of those damn pills."

Reaching over and placing her hand over his, Brennan assured him. "I agree you shouldn't take a whole pill, but you could try a half dose."

Wary, Booth leaned back against his chair. "Bones, I can deal with the pain. I don't like the idea of losing my mind every time I take a pill for pain. I can deal with it."

Sad that her husband was so afraid to take medicine that might help him, Brennan made a suggestion. "Perhaps a half of a dose won't have the same affect, Booth."

Aware that Brennan was trying to look out for him, Booth sighed. "Alright . . . a half of a pill. Just make sure I don't do anything crazy, alright?"

Squeezing his fingers, Brennan smiled. "You have my word, Booth. I won't let you do anything foolish."

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