Booth helped Brennan through the door of the diner, and she slowly walked to the table in the back. She settled in her seat and watched Booth sit down across from her. She gave him a slight smile, and he smiled back. "Are you feeling better after your nap?"

"I'm not sure that I can properly define how I'm feeling right now," Brennan sighed. "I do feel a bit more rested, but the pain medications have side effects that I'd prefer not to experience."

"I know, Bones," Booth flagged down the waitress and gave their order. He looked back toward his partner, pausing for a moment before breaking her staring contest with the window. "Hey."

"Hey," she said back, looking into his eyes. She felt his hands on hers, and he gave them a little squeeze. "I remembered something. I think that I remembered something," she corrected.

"Yeah?" Booth gave her a genuine smile, and she couldn't help but give him a sleepy smile back. "What did you remember? Was it a good thing, bad thing?"

"I think it was a good thing." She paused and sighed. "But maybe it wasn't really a memory, maybe it was just something that I wished had happened. Maybe it was just me wanting a different outcome or something."

"What was it?"

"I don't know if right now is a good time to talk about this. Maybe we can talk about it later."

He squeezed her hands and leaned forward slightly, just to make sure that her eyes were locked with his. "I almost lost you, Bones. I almost lost you in so many ways, that it doesn't even seem real anymore. Just tell me what you remember. No more hesitating, no more waiting, no more later. Just tell me."

"I'm afraid."

He gave her a kind smile, and squeezed her hands again. "You said you craved adventure, right?"

"Booth," Brennan warned.

"What, Bones? You said that the adventure of a case excites you. It makes you feel alive. It gave you an adrenaline rush, like fear or passion does. Then telling me what you're afraid of should give you that same feeling. You need to dare to let me in, Bones. You need to make that leap."

"I am afraid that I have already taken too many leaps, Booth." She studied the table as if there would be a test on it later.

"There's no such thing."

"You said it yourself, Booth." She looked up into his eyes. "I almost died."

"But you didn't, Bones. You're not risking your life here with me."

"There are other risks, Booth. There are other risks that I'm not sure that I am ready to take."

"If you can't take them with me, then who can you take them with?" Booth answered honestly. "You're my partner, I'm backing you up here."

"My personal triumphs have nothing to do with us being partners, Booth." She spoke slowly, and rubbed her face with her hand, pinching the bridge of her nose. The waitress came over and placed their orders on the table in front of them.

"Hey, we don't have to talk about this right now, Bones. It's okay. I just want you to know that you can tell me anything."

"Okay." She nodded, looking up at him. "Booth?"


Without a moment pause, she reached across the table and stole a French fry from his plate. With a smile, she put it into her mouth and chewed. She watched the smile rise on his lips. "Nevermind." She said, reaching for a second one. All he could do was shake his head and laugh.

Booth and Brennan were just finishing their meal when the chair beside Booth was pulled out unexpectedly. Doctor Sweets plopped down and leaned into the table. "Hey guys,"

"Sweets." Booth said, leaning back to face their friend, he gave him a bit of a sarcastic smile. "What's up?"

Brennan remained quiet and just munched on a French fry. Her eyebrows lifted slightly in question.

"Just eating lunch. Bones has an appointment in a little bit."

"Physical therapy." Brennan elaborated.

"Hey, that's great. I bet it's getting you ready to get back into the swing of things again. I heard you went to the lab today, Doctor Brennan."

"Yes," she said, focusing again on her plate. Sweets could see that she wasn't in the mood to talk shop, so he looked to Booth. "Any new leads on that dumpster drop?" He asked casually.

"Nothing yet. We've got the squints working on identifying him. Things are slower without their best scientist." He smiled when she looked up at him.

She looked to Sweets, and then focused on the remaining fries on her plate. She mumbled into the plate and swirled a fry in the ketchup.

"What was that, Bones?"

"A fall," she said, looking up at him. "The skull fractures were consistent with a fall. There were also many fractures that indicated the victim was trying to catch himself."

"Is that what the squints came up with?"

"No. That's what it looks like."

"Doctor Hodgins said it looked like he had been hit with something." Sweets said, glancing between Booth and Brennan.

"Looks like Hodgins was wrong." Booth said, giving Brennan a sideways glance.

"No. Doctor Hodgins was not wrong." Brennan said, dipping her last fry into the ketchup. "The victim was hit with something. It just happened that this time the victim was hit by the ground." She said with a sarcastic smile. She shoved the fry into her mouth and shouldered her bag. "I'm ready to go now."

Sweets and Booth exchanged a glance and Brennan stood up and walked around the table. "Was that a joke, Doctor Brennan?" Sweets asked with an incredulous chuckle, following her with his gaze.

"I was actually quite serious."

Booth let out a laugh and stood up. "That was a good one, Bones," he said, following her to the cash register.

"Well, thank you," she said, a little unsure. Though with a quick glance to Sweets, it was clear that she had also enjoyed the banter. "It was nice to see you, Doctor Sweets," she called back to him.

"Yeah, Doctor Brennan. Welcome back."