Booth watched as Bones left the group, sad that she hadn't given Zack anything, or so she thought. These past few days had been very rough on her and she couldn't take much more. Booth knew that. He said Angela's name softly, wanting to go after Bones himself. They needed to talk. With an envelope in hand, he followed the sad scientist and found her on the steps, her head buried in her hands. After sitting next to her, and reading Zack's acceptance letter, Bones leaned against him, allowing him to embrace her. He felt her tears soaking into his neck and suit jacket, as he pulled her tightly against him. He almost kind of knew that some of this was his fault. Things between them were so different now. She didn't trust him. And there was no denying that.
"Come on Bones," he said, helping her to her feet. "Let me take you home." Just as he suspected, she argued with him.
Bones sniffled and shrugged off his arm. "I'm fine," she said, wiping the last few tears away and heading down the stairs.
"Bones," Booth said, rushing after her. "Please let me take you home." She needed to get some sleep and get out of the lab.
Her angry eyes whirled on him. "What makes you think that I want you to do that Booth?" She asked. "You lied to me. Do you have any idea how devastated I was?"
"No enough to come to my funeral," he mumbled. But he knew that wouldn't help any.
"Maybe I didn't come to your funeral because I didn't want you say goodbye to you," she flared. "But what you hadn't bothered to figure out is how badly I missed you and how crushed I was, knowing that you died and took a bullet for me. I cried for days, wishing that I could have done something."
Booth stared at her as she walked away before realizing what she had said. He rushed after her, gently grabbing her arm then blocking another swing. His jaw was still tender from her first whack. "Bones," he said, softly, her wrists tight in his grasp. "I would have given anything to change what happened." He pressed soft kisses to her knuckles. "I thought you knew. If I had known that you were going through this I would have called you and pulled out of the investigation." She had to know that. She couldn't possibly think that he would intentionally hurt her.
Her fingers released from the fists she had made and she slowly, cautiously, touched his face. "You died," she whispered.
"Oh Bones," he said, his arms sliding around her waist. "I'm so sorry. It was the longest, most brutal two weeks of my life. I hated being away from you."
"I just don't understand," she said, looking up at him. "You've broken the rules before. Why couldn't you do it this time?"
"Temperance," he said, specifically using her name. "I thought you knew. I wasn't able to have contact with anyone. No one told me that you didn't know. If I had know you have to know that I would have come right back."
Her body relaxed somewhat and he pulled her closer. Her small hand tangled in his hair as she snuggled up against him. "I missed you so much Booth," she said. "I thought you were gone forever."
Booths arms closed over her frame and he kissed her temple. "Let's get you home," he said, holding her against him as he led her toward the elevator. One of her arms came around his waist as her head rested on his shoulder. However, neither noticed Angle watching them with a smile.
Booth drove to her place, her hand tightly clutched in his. The ride was silent, but that was okay. They had a long night. A long week. No words were necessary. After pulling into the driveway, he helped her out of the car, before taking her up the couple floors to her apartment. Bones unlocked her door and once they were inside, she locked it again.
"You should take a shower," Booth suggested. "I'll make you something light to eat before you go to bed." He watched as she nodded numbly as if on autopilot before she headed toward the bathroom. Not long after, Booth heard the shower turn on. Shedding his jacket, tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, he put bread in the toaster. She would not be very hungry but she needed food in her stomach. The shower turned off after about seven minutes but Bones didn't come out. "Bones?" He asked, heading toward her room. He knocked lightly and went in when he got no answer. Bones was staring at a picture of them, the whole team. She couldn't deal with this. Booth sat on her bed and watched her as she stared at the picture. She was dressed in a black bathrobe, and he tried not to stare at her smooth bare legs. "Bones?" She was acting so strange, but he couldn't blame her, but he couldn't help but be worried.
Slowly she turned to look at him. "Booth," she said, as if surprised that he was still there.
He got to his feet, using every amount of will power not to give in to his urges to kiss her. "You alright?" He asked, softly.
Temperance shook her head. "How could this happen?" She whispered.
Automatically Booth reached for her. "I don't know," he said, moving he wet hair out of her face. "I wish I could do something for you." Her eyes, that used to be so full of life, were sad and empty.
Bones inched closer to him and before he knew it, her lips were on his. Gently at first, almost timid, until he pulled back. "Not like this, Temperence," he said, pulling her close to him when she tired to pull away. "Temperence."
"Just forget it," she whispered. "I'm tired."
Booth nodded. "I know you are," he said. "But I'm not going to forget it. I just want you to be sure you want this. Not just an escape from the pain." He held her tightly against him, not wanting to let her go and feel bad.
Bones nodded against him. "I'm sorry," she whispered against his neck. "It wasn't right."
He lifted his head from her neck to look her in the eye. "Don't say that," he said. "Just get some sleep."
"What about you?"
"I'll be on the couch," he said, firmly. "You won't be alone." He kissed her forehead. "Good night Bones." He heard her whisper good night back to him before he left the room.