Temperance was really happy to have Angela as a trusted friend. After the accused
unwell, had spent much of the morning at the bar. The anthropologist had confided in her. She even cried. Sure, the hormones of pregnancy contributed to her emotions but it was not the only cause.
was also the awareness of having experienced a paranormal event.
"Do you understand? What seemed like a stupid dream is proving much more. If at least we knew the identity of the man! "
" Trust me baby, we'll make it. This thing will go even to the feds and Booth will give us a big hand. "
" Booth has taken the issue too Emmerich. Temperance frowned as if thinking the plucked unprepared. "This morning's meeting!"
"Christ, poor, it will be really painful!"
"Exactly. And after a time so sad, here I come with my ghosts. "
" He will believe you because they conceived the idea of \u200b\u200bangels. Yes, I am sure that this is the one. Of an angel. "He squeezed her hand.
Brennan looked at her with suspicion, a look that meant something like, 'I really believe that the drink silly angel?'.
The same Montenegro, however, is not aimed to be believed. Temperance If she started to seriously talk of spirits and celestial beings then, yes, his confidence would waver at once. In those last six months he had learned that a man with strong instincts and really heterosexual masculinity could love and be loved by a man as manly. Her best friend was pregnant and found that I could intercede with the spirits. All we need is the Hodgins proposed to marry and settle in the villa of his rich and live a free ride from his father, and the picture would be complete!
Collehn Wendy was always more fascinated by Booth.
What started as a mere physical attraction and curiosity sex was becoming cooked off!
The watch was two seconds enough to begin to melt in romantic thoughts, tinged with eroticism. Rationally
knew it was not possible. Among other things were not taken at all, empathy, and that he regretted.
By Ian had been different. He treated her with respect and sympathy. After all it was her lifeline. The only lifeline to the outside world.
arrival at the clinic.
"You should not feel anxious. Ian has a hard rind, this should know that. "
" I know, but it is just that ... "
" And what then? "
Booth regretted having given the go to that dialogue. That revelation was totally inappropriate. He shut himself up like a clam, until they came to the emergency room. Ian
Emmerich was lying in a bed provisional. It was not hospitalized.
Two officers of the guard watched her eventual escape.
Booth and Wendy were brought to her bedside. Looked at him full of pain.
The agent gulped. He could not even recognize it, ed'altronde was covered to the neck.
"Maybe it's better than waiting outside," said the young woman.
Booth made a vague gesture with his head. He walked to the stretcher and leaned his head toward Ian.
looked so helpless! The Opposite of blood-thirsty criminal they were talking about the news.
see him so he's come to mind the previous hospitalization.
But that's another story. There was no fake panic attack. This time there were all the traces of the illness.
had lost weight a lot. The facial bones were protruding so clearly a diet low in everything.
"Ian, can you hear me?" He whispered. Receiving no response
tapping. He shivered when the fingertips made contact with my cheek. It was hot.
A touch, the patient moves through the covers.
"I'm so cold," he said, shuddering.
"I know. You have an infection. And the fever ... scotti bad. "
Solo a quel punto Ian riconobbe la presenza dell’uomo che amava.
Spalancò gli occhi.
“Booth, sei tu? Non lo sto sognando, vero? Che ci fai qui?”
“No, non lo stai sognando”. Booth provò a sorridere. Era emozionato. Non aveva considerato di sentirsi così. Voleva abbracciarlo ma si trattenne.
La consapevolezza di desiderarlo tanto lo sconvolgeva.
“Sai almeno dove sei?”, chiese, sporgendosi sopra di lui ancora di più.
Sapeva di alcol etilico e sudore.
“Non proprio.”
“Al pronto soccorso. Dicono che ti sei beccato un’infezione.”
“Come no...”, rispose sarcastico.
Booth intuì subito che c’era qualcosa che non andava e decise che avrebbe appurato in seguito.
“Che sta succedendo?”, chiese con aria preoccupata.
“Booth, tu chiedi a me cosa sta succedendo?”
Quanti significati in una frase sola!
Anche se la voce era bassa e poco incisiva.
Anche se era ridotto pelle e ossa.
Anche se era tutto raggomitolato sotto le coperte e non sembrava lo stesso uomo con il quale era stato insieme.
Malgrado tutto questo Booth riconobbe il suo dannato Profiler!
E la nostalgia per quello che erano stati e per quello che avrebbero potuto essere abbatté tutte le sue forze.
Lo abbracciò.
Ian si sentì strano. Gli it seemed that someone will not spoil for years. And the last that he had done with so much love, it was really him.
"I would not be here, Booth. I would not have you never left, he gave up, his mouth near his ear.
"Me too. But I wish above all that I got back with me and by Parker. Culpeper, "he said.
Ian kissed his cheek.
"I swear that I do not think of anything else. There is no day, hour, minute, damn that you do not think this. " He sighed bitterly continuing. "I wish I could turn back the hands of time and at first to wake up that morning. When I was next to you ...". As he spoke he clung still closer to him. Perhaps it would have been saved. Perhaps Booth would have taken away and would take care of him. It was good to indulge in these fantasies.
"We do not talk about that now. When You better tell me about everything. What I want to know now is because you are in hospital. Did someone hurt you? "
" And if it is? Not what I deserve? Not everyone thinks that I am the killer of the centrifuge or his helper? "
" You do not need the sarcasm now. Tell me how things are. If I can help ... "
" The only thing that would help me, a stallion, you know that you believe in me. In my innocence. "
" I'm actually struggling to convince me otherwise. Perhaps accepted for who you are also able to accept the fact that you are locked in a federal prison instead ...". He paused.
"Instead of your arms? Did you mean this? "Asked Ian.
probably was, but the embarrassment was complete.
Among other things, they were not even alone. One of the two guards remained inside to ensure that not combine anything abnormal. And he looked disgusted.
"Booth, I'm sorry," whispered Ian, as suddenly seized with a fit of guilt.
"What do you mean by 'sorry'?"
"As far as I'm passing ... I ... I did not want. "
" Ian, please, try to explain what happened ... the reason for which you have been caught, "Booth said, lowering his voice a lot.
"I did not kill that woman. I knew nothing of the trades Kelly. "
" But on your uniform hospital is his DNA! "
" It makes no sense, "said Ian, becoming thoughtful.
"So what?"
"Booth does not make sense, everything is meaningless. You know me, you think that killing poor mothers? "
" The prosecutor has enough evidence to convict both. So no matter what I think I, unfortunately. "
" But for me to have it all right! If you believe me ... if you believe me ...", stumbled in his words. She looked at him straight in the eye: "Do you believe in my innocence, Booth? You tell me. "
was a fatal question, which made it clear that, beyond all that was the most important issue for him.
"Can intuitive as you are you have not understood? If I really accepted your guilt, I would not be here, "Booth admitted, shaking his hand sweaty and hot.
"Thank you, it is very important to me."
Ian was happy. She mentioned a vague smile.
Booth stared for a moment the hand was shaking. Now gaze focused bruises along his arm. "What are these signs?"
The patient was silent and stared like a fox ran into the trap.
"Do not look at it. I never wanted to get the sentence, Booth. That is why I have not talked about ... my dark past. "He pulled up the nose. "I always liked to play the role of Superman, what you do not need anything. With you it was easy ... you never had a doubt that it was all a hoax. "
" You're wrong, you should trust me. So your childhood marked by abuse. Do you think it changed anything? "
" What does it matter at this point? "
" You continue to do so, this is the problem. You still do not open yourself to me. Tell me who caused these injuries "
" Booth I ... "
" Tell me. " He raised his voice. The jailer
rebuked the agent ordered him to speak up.
"You know why I hid it all? Well, I tell you: I wanted you to love me for who I am, not for pity, I did not want you to think of myself as a misfit to the asocial who saw your colleague. "
" Now that has to do Bones? "
" You know, she's smarter than you and me put together. He understood that there was in me something wrong and now it all comes back. I have a friend out of his mind with a traumatic childhood. I helped him to kidnap women and families to stage its macabre. Everyone thinks that of me now. "
" I think the jury. "
" I'll fuck the jury. If you believe me, I do not care what others think. "
" But Christ Ian! Who do you want my opinion that interest? I'm your lover, they will see only that, you realize that? "
" If you believe me, I'll pull out. Prove that I'm innocent. "
The interview lasted about an hour with Ian Emmerich.
The doctor came to check the condition of the patient speciale. Constatò che la febbre era lievemente diminuita.
Prima di tornare nel mondo dei sani e liberi, Booth lanciò un lungo sguardo a Ian.
Gli faceva una pena immensa. Ora come mai prima era convinto che qualcosa non andava. Ora più che mai voleva che fosse fatta giustizia! Ad interrompere quel pensiero giunse lo squillo del telefono.
“Booth sono io, dove sei?”
“Bones, Ian è stato ricoverato.”
“Ricoverato?”
“Già, pare che ultimamente debba frequentare per forza di cose gli ospedali!”
“Ma cosa è successo?”
“Ti spiego appena arrivo, sei al Jeffersonian giusto?”
“Sì, I should talk to you ... "
" Quiet. I'm coming. "
is rather summarily dismissed by Wendy. Once arrived in front of the lab discovered that she was waiting for him.
"Why are you here?"
"There in the air had become unbearable." She hugged him.
He held her without feeling dirty or afraid to pollute.
Yet a few minutes before had been in the arms of a probable murderess!
"Baby, you're sick again?"
"Booth, I need your help."
"You know I practically live for it," he said, lifting his chin with two fingers. She smiled a bit
melting '. It all seemed easy when he was near. Even the ghosts seemed less menacing.
"Do you remember the anesthesiologist with whom I thought I had talked about? What you and Angela set the angel? "
" Of course I remember. "
" Well, the angel and the dead in the wall are the same person. "
Chapter 13
as Smart always, Ian Emmerich was able to divert the conversation to avoid saying the truth about why her arms were reduced to a sieve.
No, I certainly would not allow that Booth would begin to fight for their welfare in prison.
If there was a battle that would have taken was that which led to the release.
prove his innocence, to prove that it was not the murders committed by the killer and his brutal accomplice.
Just two hours after Booth had left him at the mercy of his emotions, the doctor came to declare his 'complete recovery'.
In reality, it was still in perfect shape but it was what happened to detainees.
did not matter that could have possible complications.
Once back in his cell, Ian stumbled in search of his cot. Carlos, seeing him about to faint, I held her by the arm.
"You're back, man. I have not seen yet ...".
"No, I'm all right," interrupted him.
He sat in his bunk. He sighed a long time.
had to metabolize the meeting with Booth. He was still shaken.
had to say so many things, had not occurred to him. We especially would keep reminding him that she loved him. Neither was capable of this.
Without thinking what he said, he began to speak: "Carlos, have you ever been in love?"
The other looked at him puzzled. "I think I have not had the time. I was too busy to get away from narcotics. Why are you? ".
was a bit 'unusual as dialogue. Especially among prisoners. Never before had so Ian had shown himself willing to talk about himself.
"I do. They love to feel bad. I do not know if I can explain what it means. "
" I guess! You are here in jail while she is out there, maybe with another, "ridiculed.
"In fact it is all right except that 'he' will be in the hands of 'another'. But that's the least of the problems. "
The convict looked at him in amazement. Emmerich felt so many things but certainly did not resemble any homosexual who had met in his life.
"You're a fag? I never would have said. "
" I do not know if I have to thank or smash your face, "he said, grinning. "I do not have the strength to do neither of these things."
"And what would be the biggest problem, found that you do not give a fuck if he beats her, as I understand it."
Ian sighed looking at the ceiling "I do not know if I'm more afraid that I do not believe or trust me and feel sorry for me. He knows about the abuse I suffered as a child. I do not want to see just that. A kid scared and tortured. "The tone of
Carlos became serious. "Dude, I'm sorry. And I say this because I pity you. I am sincere. "
" I know, man. But you do not fool me to sentence you. If you know what I mean ... "
"And he's a colleague fucking FBI?"
"You guessed right."
"Hell, I thought that these stories of fennel affects only the way of entertainment. Instead ... "
" concerns us too fucksters FBI agents ", making fun of a smile.
A true smile.
finally beginning to digest the positive meeting with Booth.
Booth continued to stare without speaking.
not understand. Or rather, what I understood him to say the least disconcerted.
"Would you say that you find out who owns the remains found in the wall?"
"Angela is able to reconstruct the image using dell'Angelator but the identity remains a mystery. To get even that must give us a hand. "
" Bones, I do not want that part of the rational, but you'll see that there is an explanation for all this. "
"And if there were? If I continue to speak with the spirits of the dead? What kind of mother would I be? "Booth looked at her aghast. Surprised but happy.
"It's the first time hints at this! Bones, you'll be mother! It is simply magnificent. "
" You think so? ", Looked uncertain. "You think I'll be a good mother?"
"The best! Of course you're the best in many things. I dare not think, with your brains and my beauty, what a show will come out. "
She smiled, accepting the challenge. "O my beauty and your intelligence. Unleashed a cheerleader or a conscientious scientist? "
" You are more peaceful now? "He asked, seriously.
"I'm frightened by it all. Visions, from pregnancy, from Emmerich, "he admitted. "Let's go home and talk about him too.."
Every time Wendy went to lunch with his superior, Carol Miller, he felt inadequate. Not so much because it was the majority shareholder of Miller & Casper, the company that gave her work. Not even the fact that was more attractive to her.
No, it was to frighten his infinite culture.
knew every quirk, every amendment, everything there was to know in order to address the jury and judge.
impossible not to feel inadequate.
The terrace where they were overlooked by an elegant garden.
Carol always chose places to eat outdoors even though it had very little.
was thin and pale. It looked like a tissue paper with painted nails!
A dangerous cat ready to pounce on its prey.
smoked, but he could not stand the smell of smoke, so always chose places outdoors.
"Finally, Wendy."
"I forgive. Emmerich was hospitalized, we had to get to the hospital. "
" Oh yeah, "he asked coldly. "And what have you had? Caught cold in a cool place? "
Wendy laughed too much. It was probably the only one to find the jokes amusing cynical lawyer.
"Excuse me, this was really good! No, he caught some sort of infection. "
Carol stubbed out his cigarette. "I ordered for you."
"Very well, I eat everything!"
"You should go on a diet."
"You do not need, so do not lose weight or fattening. On the one hand it is fortunate brazen. "
" If you say so. Rather than tell me, as Booth has reacted? She cried? He threw himself into his arms? "
Wendy finished munching a cracker.
"I was not with them but from what I could peek at his behavior has been contained, dare I say ... a manly herself."
"Virile stay? Typical of the FBI agents. "
" There is nothing gay and then is so fascinating! "
The adult woman sighed, a sign that was coming to lecture:" Wendy, you're out? Seeley Booth is not homosexual. Our assistance has led astray. The did the brainwashing. That's what I should do unto thee, "babbles a bored voice, pretending to eat a potato chip.
"Oh," blushed the subject. His face had taken on a shade of her lipstick more heated.
"Now I understand. But it remains so even after the machi had sex with a man? "
" And I want to know? ".
Wendy was dejected. If Booth was not gay and she had assumed that it was, it meant a lot.
probably her problems with men were more serious than previously believed.
How did I not understand? He said.
And then might have been different with him, more open. Maybe he could attack button flirting a bit '.
"You're not planning to go to bed?".
She felt threatened. But they are so obvious?
"It's certainly not his problem that," he dared.
impertinence beautiful and good. But Carol
loved one who had balls and was amazed by the worst element that had in its stable. Why Yes, Wendy was chosen because of it. Was inadequate.
Emmerich is fine where it is. And if there is someone who can console Booth you're not sure you, dear Wendy.
"Listen, bitch. If you want to amuse the clitoris of your business, but if you do it with the mistress of a client who almost certainly will be called the dock, my business. "
" He's right. Among other things, is certainly not my intention ... "
" Put you in a ridiculous situation, "he finished the sentence the other, scornfully.
Before completing the meal, the waiter shouted: "Come and get rid of this crap," and pointed to the cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray. The same with her products.
Once home, Booth Brennan looked after in an exemplary way. The prepared a bath with lots of salts and scented candles.
After it wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe dragged her into the kitchen. The
did find his favorite treats but she avoided to eat because of the acidity.
even ordered dinner by Mr. Nicky, who recently appeared at the top of the list of favorite restaurants, take-away from anthropology.
"So you are planning to do so until the end?" Asked the woman crouching on the sofa.
"massaging your feet when you will not make it any more. I will do whatever it takes to the mother of my son. "
" I understand. I thought I did because you loved me. "
" Of course I love you, Bones. Do not be silly. "
" And Emmerich? You love him too, no? That's what we need to talk. "
Booth looked serious remaining silent.
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