Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or it's characters, if I did Season Three would have ended a lot differently.

This is my first Bones FF so please be kind.

Seeing is Believing

Summary: Just a little filler between Wannabe in the Weed and Pain in the Heart, going through to following Booth's "funeral". This is a two shot. Part One takes place after the doctor had told them Booth wasn't going to make it. Part Two takes place the evening following Booth's reappearance.

"Come on Booth, you're going to make it!" She cried at him as his hand grasped hers on his bleeding chest.

Dr. Temperance Brennan usually came off as cool, sometimes uncaring but those who knew her best knew that the reason she did what she did was because she did care. Her eyes were red and swollen from all the crying she had been doing. Her bed sheets were twisted and tangled because she had not left her bed very much in three days. Three days, 72 hours, 4320 minutes, 259,200 seconds. That was the time since she found out Agent Seeley Booth was gone. No longer would he call her out on cases to go solve murders. No longer would she sit in the diner, enjoying a coffee while he ate his cooked fruit in a crust. How did one eat cooked fruit anyways? It was not meant to be eaten cooked. With a sigh she turned over and grabbed another handful of tissues from the box.

When had she discovered that the partnership between her and Booth was more then just a work relationship? Was it early on when he had rescued her from being killed by the serial killer? Or had it happened subtly? She did not know but she did know one thing; that things would never be the same. She knew why she had chosen to ignore them; everyone she cared for left her.

She could hear an urgent knock on her door but she chose to ignore it. She figured Angela, Jack, Zack and Cam were wondering where she was. She had not spoken a word to any of them since that horrible day. Tears slipped down her cheek as the knocking persisted. She still refused to get up. She figured maybe if she stayed here in bed she would never get close to someone again and the possibility of pain would be impossible. Suddenly she heard the crash of someone breaking through her door. She did not even care to move. If it was someone to kill her great, the pain would be gone quicker. If not, she'd just tell them to go away.

"Sweetie?" She heard Angela's voice and groaned, knowing that Angela would not leave her alone but still Brennan did not move. "Oh Sweetie," Angela whispered stepping into the bedroom and over to the bed. Brennan looked at Angela but still she did not move. Angela grabbed a trash bag and with one sweeping motion she wiped all of the used tissues off the bed and into the bag. Dropping the bag she sat on the bed beside Brennan. "You can't do this to yourself. I need you." Angela's fingers brushed hair from Brennan's face.

"What am I supposed to do?" She asked feebly her throat dry from the lack of hydration.

"Live," Angela responded, "he died for you, live your life doing what he would want you to do."

"I need him." Brennan's thoughts were irrational right now but what was she supposed to do? Her partner, her friend he was gone.

Angela sighed and lay down on the bed. She pulled her best friend to her and held her. "I know, I know. Go his funeral on Friday. And then pick up the pieces. Start living again. I don't expect you to just come back to work but do something, get out of this place."

"I'm not going." She responded but she relished in the closeness of her friend. "I just can't go anywhere. Every time I even open my eyes I think I'll hear his voice, or feel his touch. He left me Ange. He promised he wouldn't leave and he did."

"I know it hurts but you need to do this. I know its going to hurt for a long time but it will get easier. I promise you that." Angela held her close for a long time. After a while Angela sat up and tugged on Brennan's hand. "Now come on, I'm going to start the shower for you and you're going to get in and take a hot shower. Get yourself clean, and then put on something pretty. We are going to go out for a while."

Brennan sat up slowly her eyes so swollen and red, she looked drunk. Her hair was a mess she knew, as was the rest of her. As Angela stepped into the connecting bathroom she got up and opened a drawer to find some clean clothes.

About an hour later Brennan was sitting in the living room with a cup of coffee in her hands, Angela having thrown her bedding into the washer. Angela had also thrown away all the trash and vacuumed her bedroom and was now sitting with her drinking some coffee herself.

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