This is just a short little oneshot I wrote after seeing 'Aliens in a Spaceship'. It could lend itself to a second chapter but right now I'm keeping it as a oneshot. I also wrote it in about twenty minutes so there will be mistakes.

It's late in the evening, creeping on towards eleven, when Booth arrives at Brennan's apartment. He tells himself the reason for this unplanned visit is simply to have her sign a few forms but he really just wants to spend time with her. The forms could wait until tomorrow, or the day after. Ever since Booth nearly lost her to the Gravedigger, he has wanted to spend every waking moment in her presence, assuring himself that she is alive and well. As he waits for Brennan to answer the door, Booth adjusts the brown bag of Thai food in his arms and shifts his weight to his other foot, wondering what is taking her so long. He knows she's home because her car is in its usual spot and he saw the lights on from the street. Knocking again, Booth begins to get a little concerned so he tries the doorknob. He rolls his eyes when it turns and the door swings open. How many times have I told her to lock up behind her? he thinks as he steps inside.

"Bones?" he calls, glancing around the main room. "Bones, you here? You're door is open." He steps further into the room, looking around with concern growing at her apparent absence. Setting a brown paper bag of Thai food on the table, Booth walks over towards the couch. He jumps a little when he spots Brennan's body on the couch, her legs curled up and her hand under the cushion her head is resting on. She's just asleep he sighs, feeling relief as he walks over to her. He smiles warmly when he sees the peaceful look on her face but the smile soon fades when his eyes settle on a pill bottle sitting on the coffee table in front of her. He leans over and picks it up, reading the prescription. Why does she need sleeping pills? He wonders. When he checks the date on the bottle he sees it was filled just four days ago. What happened four days ago that would make Bones go to a doctor for sleeping pills? Booth begins to think things through and a heavy feeling settles over his heart. He doesn't think this is the first prescription she has had for sleeping pills.

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Booth knows he's invading her privacy but his concern outweighs his conscience as he rifles through Brennan's medicine cabinet. With eyes growing wider, Booth looks at the two empty bottles of sleeping pills and a half empty bottle of Valium. What is going on? Booth checks the dates on the prescriptions and sees that the first bottle of sleeping pills is dated three days after she and Hodgins were rescued from their live burial. The Valium was issued three days later. Oh Bones Booths shoulders sag and he carefully replaces the bottles in the cabinet. Why didn't you tell me?

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Booth settles down into the armchair opposite the couch and waits for Brennan to wake up. He knows it could be a long time depending on how many pills she took, so when his eyes drift shut he allows a light sleep to come. When he wakes several hours later, it is still dark outside and Brennan has not moved from her position on the couch. Booth stretches and yawns, shifting position to get more comfortable, wondering how much longer Brennan will be asleep. As if answering his question, Brennan's eyes flutter open and she yawns, stretching her legs out. It takes her a second to realise she is not alone and startled, she lifts her head from the cushion.

"Booth. What are you doing here?" she asks sleepily.

"I brought dinner and some stuff for you to sign. I thought you would be up." He says solemnly.

"I guess I fell asleep." She smiles as she sits up.

"Yeah, well popping sleeping pills will do that." Booth cannot hide the concern and hurt that she didn't confide in him from his voice. Brennan seems surprised at his words then she spots her pill bottle on the table and her eyes drift from it to Booth.

"What's going on Bones?" Booth asks, leaning forwards and resting his elbows on his knees.

"It's just a few sleeping tablets Booth." She twists her neck from side to side.

"It's not just a few though is it?" Booth presses. "I know what you're taking Bones."

"You went through my things?" She asks angrily.

"That's not the point here Bones." Booth tries to soften his voice. "Why didn't you tell me you weren't coping?"

"I am coping." She replies.

"So the Valium is just recreational then?" he scoffs.

"Booth." Brennan is shocked at his tone.

"Bones, I'm worried okay."

"You don't need to be." She rises to her feet and goes to the kitchen. "I'm fine."

"So the new definition of fine is needing pills to get to sleep?" Booth rises and follows her. "Next thing you know you need a pill to wake up too."

"Booth." She sighs.

"Bones, talk to me." Booth pleads.

"You want to know what's going on?" Brennan's eyes flash with anger. "I'll tell you what's going on. I can't sleep without being back in that car, buried alive. I'm there every time I close my eyes. I have panic attacks in elevators because it's an enclosed space. I break down in tears when I walk into the underground parking at the lab." She stops quickly, surprised at her own outburst and that she's actually admitted her problem to someone.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Booth asks softly. Brennan can't seem to provide him with an answer. She just stands, staring at the kitchen counter. "Bones? Why didn't you say anything?" Booth repeats.

"I couldn't." she whispers.

"Why not?" Booth moves so he is standing behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders.

"Everyone thought I was okay. I thought I was okay." She resists the urge to lean back against Booth's chest. "And when I realised I wasn't, you all seemed to be past it. Even Hodgins." She feels tears burning behind her eyes. "I felt…I just didn't…" she trails off, unable to verbalise what she had felt.

"Bones, you should have told me." Booth whispers in her ear. "I could have helped." Brennan twists around so she is facing him, looking up into his worried eyes.

"There's nothing you could have done Booth." She shakes her head.

"Bones, sometimes just talking about things can help." Booth lifts his hand and cups her cheek, his thumb stroking over her skin softly. "You usually talk to me about everything. I don't understand why you couldn't talk to me about this."

"I…Brennan's eyes drop so she doesn't have to look at him.

"Hey, it's okay Bones." Booth wraps his arms around her and draws her to his chest, resting his chin on her head. Brennan allows the tears she had held back to fall and as Booth holds her tightly, she clings to him. "You're going to be okay." As Brennan relaxes into Booth's embrace she wonders if his words are true. Will I be okay?

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