Setting: Four hours later. General Plains Hospital.
Booth picked at his pale sheet again. She'd been gone a long time. Sighing, he told himself not to worry. Bones was safe. His mind went back to the conversation he'd had with Agent Riley three hours earlier. He hoped against everything that it wasn't true. He hoped that whoever had been seen at Brennan's apartment just looked like him, and wasn't Murphy. There was no way it could be Murphy. He had already high tailed his way out of country by now. No. Murphy wasn't stupid enough to still be in the city.
With a sigh, he clicked through the channels on the television. His mind drifted back to that padded room. He remembered part of the ambulance ride. He remembered waking up in this hospital bed. But he didn't remember Murphy leaving the room. There was a gap somewhere in his memory, and he couldn't find it.
All he knew was that Murphy had been a good planner. Everything had been thought out and executed perfectly. Nothing had been left behind. No one knew how they did it.
Setting: Thirty minutes later. General Plains Hospital.
Brennan walked down the hallway, making sure no one noticed her or looked at her. She pulled her jacket closer to herself and made her way to Booth's room. Once she entered, she closed the door and leaned against it.
"You better be glad I didn't get caught with these," she said as she opened her jacket and took out the bottle of coke and the package of salted peanuts.
A sigh of relief came from his mouth as he told himself to just be quiet. Don't say anything about it, he said to himself.
"You're pretty much a cripple, Bones. Who's going to stop you for hiding a Coke and peanuts?"
Brennan looked at him as she stopped in her travel to the chair. She shook her head and made the rest of the few steps to the chair.
"I'm glad you think me being lame is funny, Booth."
"Aw, you're not that lame, Bones. Sometimes you're fun."
Again, Brennan looked at him with that I can't believe you said that look, before opening the peanut package.
"I wouldn't do that, Bones."
She glanced up from the seat beside his bed and raised her eyebrows.
"You probably want to take a few sips of that before you just load the peanuts in unless you want it to completely ruin your outfit."
Brennan took a few drinks of the bottle before slowly starting to shake the peanuts from their package into the Coke bottle.
He was going to thank her for the contraband, he really was. But before he stopped himself, what he heard himself saying was, "There was a man that looked like Murphy at your apartment today."
She tried to act like she didn't know what he was talking about.
He saw her hand hesitate for just a split second in the act of pouring the peanuts.
"Did you see him?"
Part of her wanted to ask him how he knew that. Of course, it would be all the guard dogs surrounding her that would know. Instead, she let the last few peanuts fall into the bottle before laying the wrapper on the floor.
Booth looked at her, watching her movements carefully. He knew it was true. Her face was turned, her hands were calm and still, but she couldn't look at him. Murphy had been there. And more confusing, she had let him go. Silently, he rubbed his temple, careful not to touch the bruises. What could he think? There it was...Murphy had come to her, she had talked to him, and he had left. He was angry at her because the man had nearly killed them, but he was thankful Murphy had let her go. And for that, he wouldn't think about it now, but later he would. Right now, he knew they needed each other more than anything else outside of them.
Brennan finally pulled her head up and looked him. As she tried to put her emotions together, she knew that he knew. She looked into his eyes and she could see the questions lying there. She could see the confusion and the frustration. But she couldn't tell him now. Maybe someday. But not now.
They both knew it was a lie. Neither knew why it had to be a lie, or even why they didn't care if it was a lie.
"You going to take a drink of that, or are you going to keep staring at me like you want to jump me?"
She breathed. Passed. It had passed. There may be questions or doubts, but they were together in everything. Whether it was wrong or right, they would always be on the same side. Then, she frowned as she unscrewed the lid.
"I know that's impossible considering I would never jump on you since you're obviously hurt."
Booth rolled his eyes and was about to open his mouth when he saw her smile.
"You know what that means. You're just trying to be sneaky."
Brennan smiled a little wider and took a drink. "Hhmm. This is actually pretty good."
"You want to share that then, you hog."
"Not if you're going to call me a hog."
Taking another sip, she let a peanut through and chewed on it. "Very interesting."
"Okay, okay. I take it back. Can I have a drink please?"
She held it to him, watched him wince as he held the bottle and then sigh as he took a long drink.
That was the best drink he'd had in a long time. He handed it back to her and she took another long draught before putting it on the floor.
"It's very good," she said at his smile.
Booth reached out and took her hand. He tried to pull her forward but his pain suddenly reminded him of what his body had been through. At his grimace, Brennan followed his hand, pulled herself onto the bed, and sat beside his left side.
Still holding her hand, Booth leaned back, loving the feel of her warmth beside him. It may hurt, but he needed her near him.
"Yeah, Bones. It's very good," he said as he closed his eyes.
A/N: done. This is finally done! So, yeah, it could have gotten angsty but they've been through enough, and i'm sure they'll tackle it later on down the road and that's good enough for me. Thanks for reading everybody and thanks for sticking by.