Dr.Temperance Brennan sat on her sofa staring at the cup of wine she had fully intended to drink, but for some reason hadn't touched. It had been a hard two weeks.

flashback

Temperance paced the waiting room counting backwards from one hundred, ignoring the eyes that were on her.

" He should be fine, the bullet should be able to be removed and he should be fine," Angela said in a desperate attempt to reassure everyone in the room.

'89, 88,87,86,85,84,83,82,81'

"He should be fine"

'78,77,76,75,74,73,72,71'

At that moment the waiting room doors opened, a surgeon appeared covered in blood. All eyes in the room were focussed on him.

"I'm so sorry, we lost him."

Temperance's face went blank as the surgeon passed through the waiting room doors. Without really knowing what she was doing, she followed him.

"I want to see him."

"I'm sorry miss Brennan, but you can't"

" Why the hell not?"

"The FBI has ordered an autopsy , you are not allowed to see him"

" It's a fucking bullet wound, why the hell would they want an autopsy?"

" I'm sorry miss Brennan, but you can't see him."

" He's my goddamn partner I want to fucking see him."

"I'm sorry , but you can't see him.Please do not make me call security."

Temperance grabbed him by the collar and pressed him against the wall.

"Let me see him."

Two hands grasped her shoulders and pulled her away from him.

"I'm sorry miss Brennan."

" It's Dr.Brennan to you."

end flashback

Temperance felt herself begin to cry at the memory.

meanwhile

Special agent Seely Booth stood outside his partner's door, debating wether he should knock or turn and run. He was still angry with Sweets for not telling her , but he had actually learned to like the kid during the FBI ordered evaluations, so he had decided against murdering him.

flashback

Seely sat at the counter in the Royal Diner picking absentmindedly at

his apple pie while waiting for Sweets to arrive. Slow minutes passed until almost half of his pie was gone.

"Not hungry today, Agent Booth?" a young voice inquired from behind him.

"No not really Sweets. Now, I would appreciate it if you would sit down so that we can discuss what I invited you here to discuss."Seely retorted, motioning to the empty stool beside him.

A few awkward minutes passed until Sweets (predictably)broke the silence.

"So..."

"Yup"

"What is it I'm here to discuss."

" What I say here is absolutely off the record?"

"Yes"

"No chance of the Bureau finding out?"

"As far as the FBI is concerned, this is conversation is between two friends outside of work."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." Seely took a deep breath ,mentally preparing himself for what he was about to say.

"I think I have a thing for Bones. No that's not the right way to phrase it, I think I'm uh. I think I -."

"You what?"

"I think I love Bones." Sweets wore a smug smile at the defeated look on Seely's face.

"I KNEW IT!!" Sweets exclaimed, doing an internal victory dance.

"God ,Sweets, why don't you alert the whole damn city!"

"I'm sorry, but it was so obvious."

"How do you think she feels?"

"I think you need to ask her and find that out for yourself."

"But--"

"Go ask her" With that, the young psychologist left the diner, leaving Seely there to think things over.

end flashback

Seely braced himself for the wrath of Temperance Brennan as he knocked on the door. To his surprise, the biting, witty, and overly logical woman he knew didn't open the door, instead the door was opened by an exhausted woman who had recently been crying.

"Bones?"

"What do you want Booth?"