A/N: I know that this is short, I just needed to get it out. It's not beta-d, I just threw it up.
If anything, she was logical.
She did not listen to her gut, like Booth. She often did not "know what that means", and she did not pay much attention to her heart.
She was logical and it had served her well.
That logic was what kept her moving in the busy airport, what carried her farther away from him.
That logic was what kept her eyes to the ground as she took each step.
What made her merely hold his hand when she wanted to suffocate him with a hug.
That logic was what kept her from turning around and running back to him, even though that is all that she wanted to do.
What made her hold back her tears until she had boarded her plane, stowed her luggage and fastened her seatbelt.
Then she cried. She cried silently into the wrist of her shirt until she finally fell asleep.
It makes sense for me to go, she told herself. I should be there. I want to be there. But there was another thought edging its way to her brain, How can I do this without him?
She rested her forehead on the cool glass of the window and cried for everything she would miss. For everyone she would miss.
The army needed him.
A choking sob roused her seat neighbor.
We are doing the right thing.
But none of her logic consoled her. Nothing made the tears stop or her heartbeat slow or the terrible, aching feeling in her chest leave. She had said hearts could not break, that was not logical.
That's when But I need him and How can being apart be the right thing? also begged to be asked.
She knew that eventually she would stop crying, that she would be immersed in some of her best work, that one day she would see him again. But that could not taper her tears.
Logic had helped her succeed.
But it also helped break her heart.