A/N: Last chapter!
When Brennan woke up again, she was in a hospital bed. She had been cleaned up and had a variety of IVs stuck in her arm. She saw Booth sleeping in a chair next to her bed and she couldn't help but feel better.
He had found her.
He had stayed.
"Booth?" She said quietly, not wanting to wake him up but needing to talk to him. She hadn't talked to anyone in such a long time. He jolted awake.
"Hey, you're up." He said as he sat up a little straighter in his chair.
"It would appear so." She said with a smile. He stood up and grinned at her response and she felt instantly calmer.
"Welcome back." He said as he reached out and held her hand. "We've missed you."
"What happened?" She asked him.
"You passed out. We got you here, and the doctors kept you sedated while they checked you out and got you cleaned up. You're going to be fine, by the way. You've got some stitches in your head and you were seriously malnourished but..."
"Booth." She stopped his rambling with the single syllable. "Thank you." She said.
"You'd do the same for me." He said. "It's what partners do." She nodded and they relished in that knowledge for a few seconds. "There are some agents here. They wanted your statement when you woke up." Booth remembered. "The hospital is keeping the press outside, but you have a private room so you should be safe from them for as long as you want."
"The press?" She asked
"A best-selling author gets kidnapped, not even the FBI can keep that under wraps. We tried, but..."
"It's okay." She said. "What about...?"
"Dead." He said bluntly. She nodded, figuring as much.
"And my family?" She asked, wondering if they were okay.
"Max and Russ never showed up." Booth said, clearly enraged by that statement. Brennan knew that her father would have tried to do things his way, the illegal way.
"I think they did." She corrected him as an afterthought. "I heard the men talking when they brought me bread on Saturday. Max had gotten in touch with them. I don't know how."
"Not good enough." Booth said irritated. "It's his fault you're in this bed in the first place. The least he could do is show up and tell us what he knows." She couldn't disagree there.
"Speaking of which, I don't...I don't know anything, Booth." She admitted quietly. "I never saw their faces, I have no idea how many there were. I don't even know how or where you found me." Booth sighed and he sat down on the edge of her bed.
"You were on an acreage in West Virginia. In a cellar. There were four of them in the house, although we don't know how many were involved in the actual kidnapping."
"I was in a van." She remembered and Booth nodded the confirmation. "I think it was soundproofed. I pretended to be unconscious from my head wound but they drugged me before they took me out anyway. But I did collect some fibers and stuffed them in my pocket." She said as she looked around for her clothes. Booth put his hand on her shoulder.
"Bones, there's no one to prosecute." He reminded her. She paused before she laid back down slowly. All of that and there was nothing the FBI could do but take a statement and close the case. For the first time since she was kidnapped, she was irate. Booth seemed to sense this change in her demeanor but he remained silent.
"You should go get the agents." She requested flatly. "I'm sure they have been waiting awhile."
"You don't have to do that now." Booth said. "They can come back when..."
"Booth." She interrupted him curtly. "Go get the agents." If there wasn't going to be a trial, if there was nothing left to do, she wanted to put the entire thing behind her as quickly as possible.
"When was the last time you slept?" Brennan asked Booth as he made his way back into her room later that evening. He chuckled to himself.
"Angela told me that you would yell at me for not taking care of myself."
"She was right. You should go home. One of us should get to sleep in their own bed." Booth shook his head.
"Cam brought me some clothes and stuff." He spread his arms and modeled his change of clothes. "I ate dinner and called Parker to find out about his soccer game. That's the best that I can do given the situation. I'm not letting you out of my sight." He promised. She must have seen the stubborn glint in his eye because she didn't argue. He took some comfort in the fact that if the situation was reversed, she wouldn't be leaving either.
"Then at least lie down and rest." She moved over, making room for him in her bed. He stared at her, unmoving, until she returned her own stubborn look. Then he hesitantly moved forward to lay down next to her, careful not to disturb any of her IVs. With both of them on their sides, they fit, but just.
"How are you feeling?" He asked quietly.
"Better." She replied. "Subjectively speaking, I think I'm getting better at being kidnapped." Booth didn't smile at her attempted humor.
"That's not funny." He said seriously. "I was terrified, Bones. I had no information, no evidence, no where to start looking for you."
"But you found me." She said, as if that were all that she needed to know.
"Only because of Caroline. And Max's letter. Speaking of which, I decided that I was going to kill Max while you were away. You might want to tell him to stay underground for awhile." He said seriously, giving her a head's up.
"I appreciate the forewarning." She smiled. Booth's exhaustion was catching up with him now that he was horizontal and he yawned.
"No more being kidnapped. It's exhausting."
"I can't make that promise." She said. "I was kidnapped before I met you, I may very well be kidnapped again. Although, never because of someone else's talents before. Maybe that's why it felt different this time. Because I didn't know why I was being held?" She posited the thought as if it had only just struck her. Booth rolled his eyes. The things that came out of this woman's mouth...
"Will you at least try not to be kidnapped in the future?" He requested.
"Well of course I'll try, Booth. What a ridiculous thing to ask of me. Why would I ever...?" She paused and Booth watched the wheels turning in her head. "Oh, except maybe in some sort of hostage negotiation or in exchange for another victim. I see your point. Yes, I will try but I make no promises."
"That's all I ask." He closed his eyes, unable to keep up with her ridiculously logical mind anymore. She must have gotten the hint because she pulled the blanket up to his shoulders.
"Goodnight, Booth." She whispered. He could have sworn that he felt her lips on his forehead, but he was already too far gone to react.
Brennan watched as Booth slept beside her. She had never tucked anyone in before but judging by Booth's soft snores, she could safely say that her first time had been a success.
It had been a hell of a week, and there were even more questions that had yet to be answered, but they would wait until morning. For now, Brennan closed her eyes and appreciated the man beside her. Surely, this moment must signify what having a partner was all about: having someone to sit beside you in a bar when you're sad, to tuck you in at night when you're unable to do it yourself, to bring you extra pudding from the hospital cafeteria, to rescue you from trained mercenaries, and to threaten to kill your father on your behalf.
Every woman should be so lucky.