Summary: What if Booth and Hannah were still together when Vincent Nigel Murray was shot, but was away for a story? How will this affect Booth and Bones? And how will this affect the rest of the Jeffersonian team?

Author's Note: Each chapter will start with a verse from a song that I think is appropriate and end with another verse from the same song. I literally sit in my room and think about different scenarios of Bones to try and get out of my school work. I'd like this to be a one-shot but by the storyline I'm sure I'll have no choice but to continue. So in that case, bear with me because the semester is almost over and I have a decent amount of school work to complete. Once school is done for the winter I'll have a lot more time to complete and post chapters. Let me know what you think. You can even tell me if it sucks. So here it goes. Thank you. I love you. You're all great people.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, nor do I believe that I do. All the characters are those of the creator. This is simply a change in plot from the original show and storyline.

"Is this the moment where I look you in the eye?
Forgive my broken promise that you'll never see me cry."

"I got into bed with Booth last night." Brennan said looking at Angela before glancing back at the skull in her hands.

She looked up to find Angela, wide eyed, with her jaw almost touching the floor.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Brennan asked.

"Because, I don't want to yell 'Hallelujah' so close to losing Vincent."

"I think I did it because of Vincent."

"Wait. Whoa. What exactly happened after you crawled into bed with Booth?"

The look on Brennan's face told Angela exactly what happened after she got into Booth's bed last night. 'This is so great.' Thought Angela. 'This is what we have been waiting for.' Oh shit. Booth. Brennan. Hannah. Booth's girlfriend. The girlfriend that Booth claims to love.

"So what happens now?" Angela asked, watching as her best friend fiddled with the skull.

"I'm not quite sure." Brennan answered. She placed the skull firmly down on the table before looking back up at Angela. "Booth has Hannah. We were emotional. We let our emotions take over. That is something I would have never done before."

"Before what sweetie?"

"Before I realized that I was in love with Booth. I would have never acted this irrational." Temperance looked up at Angela with tears in her eyes. "I should have respected Booth's decision to stay with Hannah. He loves her. I was upset, I acted irrationally, and I took advantage of Booth."

"Brennan, you were both upset. You both lost Vincent. You can't blame yourself. Booth would have stopped it if he didn't want it."

"It shouldn't have happened. It was a mistake. I'm sorry, Angela, I need to go." She said as she walked out of the bone room. She headed straight for her office, the tears threatening to stream down her face. She sat in her office chair and finally let the tears fall. She hated to cry. She never let her emotions get the best of her. The amount of leucine-encephalin that was being released from her body during that small time was the most that has been released from her body ever, as crying was not something she let herself do.

Brennan was relieved to hear that Booth was safe. He had caught Broadsky. He was now safely back at the Hoover with Broadsky in custody, unharmed. Brennan checked the time before she got out of her chair, she grabbed her coat and she walked out of her office. She needed to take her mind off of Booth. She wanted to get something special for Vincent. Flowers. The traditional symbol of remembrance. She walked down the sidewalk, feeling the cold air hit her previously tear stained face. She reached the florist and entered, searching for the perfect flower to remember Vincent. Once she found the ideal flower, she took it to the register and paid. As she exited the florist shop, she couldn't help but think about her current situation. She should have never developed feelings for someone she worked with. She always did her best not to develop feelings. Booth promised that he would never leave her. Something told her that this would not be a proper representation of this time. Booth loved Hannah. He told her that himself. And in the event that he had to choose, she knew that she would not be the top priority.

That was something she had to accept, something that she had to get over. She was used to it. She was used to being alone. And now it was time to face reality. They had made a mistake. She had made a mistake. And now she had to face reality. She approached the alley behind the Jeffersonian. She would be meeting the rest of the team to send of Vincent's remains. The rest of the team would be there, including Booth. She walked down the alley to see the hearse waiting to be loaded. Angela, Hodgins, Cam, Sweets, and Booth were waiting behind the hearse, probably waiting for Brennan. She walked up to them slowly holding the potted plant. She placed it on top of the wooden box holding Vincent's remains. She backed up and crossed her arms across her chest, not taking her eyes off the box.

She liked Vincent. In her time at the Jeffersonian she has never once had any sort of personal relationship with an intern. They were there to simply aid her while she was to teach them everything she knew. Vincent was different. He scared the same common interests that she did, while also sharing the same sense of humor. She considered him one of her friends. And now that friend was gone. Boy was she on a roll. Booth, Vincent, probably Hannah. At least she would always have Angela.

She heard her friends start to sing. Da Lime in Da Coconut. Vincent's favorite song. What a better way to remember him than to sing his favorite song? She joined in singing with the rest of the team. It made her smile. They collectively loaded Vincent's body in the back of the hearse before Booth closed the door. Brennan backed up to the spot where she was originally standing. She recrossed her arms over her chest and stared ahead. She watched out of the corner of her eye as her friends walked back inside the Jeffersonian. She noticed that Booth was following behind them. Booth, noticing that Bones wasn't moving, stopped dead in his tracks.

"You coming Bones?" He said to her. This was the first time they had spoken since leaving his apartment this morning.

She looked up at him when she heard him say her nickname. "I think I need a minute."

"Would you like to be alone or could I stay?" He asked walking towards her.

"I suppose you could stay." She put her hands into her jacket pocket.

He stood next to her. He looked over at her face to try and read her expression. Temperance Brennan sure knew how to put up her walls. She put up the walls around her heart and immediately shut everyone out. These walls were coming right back up. Booth knew it was because of what happened. They both got lost in each other. It was a time of need. A wonderful time of need. But he had forgotten the reason that he had turned her down before. Hannah. He had Hannah. She was away reporting a headlining story and Booth was home sleeping with another woman. Their friend. Both of their best friend.

"Bones? I think we should maybe talk."

"Talk about what?" She said not looking towards him.

"You know what."

"Booth, if you are referring to what happened last night, it is okay. I have pushed aside all feelings and forgotten that it has happened."

"Bones, what happened, it was amazing. Something that has been waiting to happen for years. But right now is not the right time. Hannah and I, we're engaged. We're supposed to get married."

"I understand. She wants to marry you, you want to marry her. I've told you numerous times before that I am not planning to get married. You are going to marry her because that is exactly what you want for the future. I understand." She started to feel her lacrimal glands overreacting. She was about to cry. She was not going to cry in front of Booth, not again. "If you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be." She walked took her hands out of her pocket and pushed past Booth, making her way towards the back door to the Jeffersonian.

Booth stood there in shock. Yes, he was planning on marrying Hannah. But he did not expect Bones to react the way she did. He saw her starting to get upset. He saw her feelings coming through the walls she had put up. He also saw her brain register that she was getting upset, switching on the part of her brain that that told her to walk away, to escape before it was too late. He hated that he made her upset. He should have protected her. He should have told her no. They were both upset. They needed each other. Booth had always needed her, before he found Hannah. He needed to move on. Sleeping with Bones was probably not the best way to do it but now it is done. It happened. It is over and done with and things cannot be changed. He hurt her. After everything they had been through, all he had to do was tell her no. But it had been something that they both wanted for so long. And now it was going to change their relationship. Most likely for the worst.

Temperance Brennan closed up her office and put her coat on. It was time to go home. She had taken a few days off for vacation in order to grieve the loss of Vincent. This was not like any "normal" vacation. She wasn't going anywhere. She was staying at her apartment, hoping that she could take some time to think about things. Thinking about her life wasn't something she normally did, but at this time in her life she really needed some evaluation. If she had never let herself get so close to Booth, she would not be in this situation today. He promised her he would never leave. That's where he got her. He played with her mind. Brennan in no way thought Booth was doing this to hurt her. She knew that he would never intentionally hurt her, just like her parents never intentionally hurt her, but she knew that it was happening. She knew that she let her walls down, something she swore she would never do. She knew that was nobody's fault except for her own. She reached her apartment, unlocking the front door, tossing her keys on the small end table situated by the door, and placing her purse on the same table. She locked the door behind her and stood in the foyer looking around. She had never been on vacation before. She did not know the proper exercises in which she should perform. She prepared herself a small meal so she did not lose the necessary nutrients to function as a human being. She finished her meal and then retreated to the bedroom for the night.

She knew she and Booth both knew she has never intended to get married. Any relationship she has had was merely for the benefit of sexual intercourse. Booth was different. She assumed it was because of the previous friendship that she shared with Booth. She still never intended on marrying, however, she could possibly see herself having more than a sexual relationship with Booth. This was the reasoning behind her changing her mind the night of the doctor's murder discovery. She didn't want to have any regrets. That had been what she told Booth. But he shot her down, claiming that he loved Hannah. He must have loved Hannah, for he was now marrying her. She had made a mistake. She had gotten in the middle of Booth's happy relationship. She laid in her bed with her head on her pillow as tears streamed down her face. And for the second time that day she allowed herself to cry.

Booth returned to his apartment for the night. For now he was alone, but from what he could remember Hannah would be home from her story soon. By soon, he had told himself that she would be back tomorrow, giving himself no time to fix the problems that had occurred between him and Bones. She said she had already forgotten that it had happened but something in Booth could not push that memory out of his mind. For years he had been wishing that one day him and Bones would have something. For years. And now that something has happened and he doesn't have room in his life for it. He made the decision to move on from Bones. He needed to move on from her. It helped him cope with the fact that she would never be ready for anything but a friendship with him. Months ago she had made the decision that she did not want to have regrets, which meant that she was ready to change. She was ready to start a relationship with him while he was in the middle of pursuing a relationship with someone else. He thought about telling her that he was ecstatic, that he couldn't wait to start their new chapter. Then he remembered the reason that he had distanced himself in the first place. He needed to move on. He had moved on and found Hannah. He was not willing to ruin his relationship with Hannah for a relationship that is unstable and might not work. The only logical thing Booth could think to do at this moment was to forget that any of this had ever happened. He would distance himself from Bones for good. Yes, he would still require her skills in helping him find the murder, but they would no longer go in the field together. They would no longer have any relationship that extended outside of the work force. That was for the best.

"Will you think that you're all alone when no one's there to hold your hand?
And all you know seems so far away and everything is temporary…"

-Permanent, David Cook.