Title: Breaking Down

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, never had, never will.

"Heard the World" is by O.A.R.

Chapter 1: The Doctor in the Hospital

Temperance Brennan left the cool, overcast Washington D.C. day behind and entered the hospital. Moments later she was running down the hallway of the hospital frantically searching for her partner. Their phone conversation repeated in her head.

"Brennan."

"Bones….it's Parker." Temperance immediately detected something different in Booth's voice. She thought it was defeat.

"Booth? What happened?"

"He's in the hospital, Bones. Something's wrong. Something's really wrong."

"I'll be right there."

He wasn't answering his phone. He wasn't in the waiting room or the emergency room. She had been so shocked by his news she'd failed to ascertain his precise location aside from the hospital. Think Temperance! His phone must be turned off. Not by choice. So why? Equipment! He's near sensitive equipment. Temperance ran slower now, the pounding from her boots echoing in the hallway, she turned toward the radiology department. She paused and glanced down a long hallway, seeing nothing she kept going. Rounding a corner she saw Booth, sitting on the floor, knees drawn, his head in his hands.

"Booth!" She yelled, thankful she'd found him in the maze of hallways. As she drew near she heard a song playing faintly from a radio at the nearby nurses' station.

I just heard the world, is breaking down into bits again.
Tell me what am I to do?
And you just want me to stay, here.
So I'm just gonna stay, here.

Temperance sank down on the the floor next to Booth. He heard her call, felt her close presence but couldn't see through eyes blurred with tears. Brennan sat silently, unsure of what to say or do to offer comfort. Booth was thankful for her quiet presence, no matter how temporary it may be. He wasn't looking forward to the questions, many of which he had no answer. He only wanted to be home, watching cartoons with Parker.

Home, the last resort.
Build a castle with an iron door.

Safe. At home. With his son. Away from this place.

Lock the window, pull the shades, the hazed out sun won't help anyway.

Booth took several deep breaths, trying to regain the ability to speak coherently. He didn't know why he called her. Rebecca wan't answering her phone. She was away for the weekend with her boyfriend. He'd called Bones. Just her. She was the only one he wanted here.

If the world is crumbling down, I don't wanna be alone.
NO, locked up in this place

Temperance studied him carefully. He's always been there for me, so strong and stable. Now he looked so weak and broken. Carefully she reached for his hand, holding it between her own.

"Tempe," she froze, hearing him use her abbreviated name, not her nickname. "he just collapsed at the park, he was barely breathing. His red blood cells were low or something. The doctors think…oh, God…they think it might be a blood disorder….maybe cancer. He had these bruises, Bones, all over."