Disclaimer: I don't own "Bones"

Temperance's newfound feelings for Booth scared her. She loved him, but, the more she thought of the FBI Agent of hers, as Angela would say, the more she wished she didn't feel for him. He was suppose to be nothing more but her partner-in-crime. That's all. But, things weren't always as planned. Why was she suddenly being interrupted at all hours of the night having thoughts of him? Everywhere she turned he was there. It was understandable for him to be at the crime scenes, at the Jeffersonian, or even sometimes after hours having drinks, but now, he occupied not only in her dreams but, in her waking thoughts. It frightened her.

Another day was over. It was a week since she last saw him. She walked out of her building thankful that there was no reason for him to be at her place of business. Yet, she wondered of his whereabouts, wondered if his thoughts were of her. She was missing him.

Booth looked around his empty house, labeled boxes were against the wall. He'd spent packing for the last week and a half. The thought of ever leaving never occurred to him, until he accepted an offer of a transfer to another state. He pondered his new position, weighed the pros and cons, and finally made his decision. Parker, the thought of leaving him broke his heart, but, he had made arrangements with the mother of his child. Booth would drive down every several weeks to be with his son. Rebecca agreed for Parker to spend time with his father on long holiday vacations.

He thought about Temperance, his "Bones" and the days and nights they spent together, even traveling out of town for their investigations. But, nothing ever happened. She'd never allow mixing business with pleasure. He sat on the carpet staring at the empty fireplace. He was unshaven. There were dark shadows under his eyes which showed signs lacking sleep. He hadn't bothered to talk to her about his decision. He was leaving and that was all there was to it.

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Angela sat calmly in the anthropologist's chair the next morning, her hands folded on the desk. Of course, it would have been the artist who would have broken the news to her. After all, nothing went passed her.

Speechless, Temperance stood numbly.

"Bren sweetie, you're hurt because he didn't take the time to tell you about his decision to leave. Is it because you have feelings for him? You've had other agents helping out before, why is Booth so different from the others?"

"I didn't know your part time job was being a shrink," she said in her monotone voice.

"He hasn't left yet, tell him how you feel." Angela sat quietly observing her friend's inability to express herself. "Sweetie, it may be time for him to leave. Maybe, there is nothing more for him here. Or maybe, he just got tired of waiting."

The room was silent, the only sound was chattering from outside her office.

"Bren?"

"What?"

"I said he probably got tired of waiting, waiting for you?"

"Me?"

"You know, he could have turned down that position. You tell me why you think he's leaving," Angela said sympathetically.

"I don't know," she answered flatly. Temperance looked around her room. "The last time I checked, this was my office."

"Oh, yeah, sorry, sweetie, here have a seat." She rose and slowly took steps towards her.

"I'm perfectly fine standing, thank you very much."

"Can I say something to you?"

"Well, Angela, has it ever stopped you?"

She hugged her lightly. "Sweetie, when it comes to your feelings for him, you don't reach out, you don't open up to him. He's not a mind reader. Has it ever occurred to you that Booth was leaving on account of you?"

"Me? I haven't done anything to him. I haven't said anything to him." Temperance defended herself.

"Precisely the point. Maybe, it's about time you did. Tell him you love him."

"I never said I loved him, Ange."

"Sweetie, you never said you didn't. And I know he has feelings for you. You'd better go to him or you're going to lose him."

"He wasn't mine to lose."

"I know you. I know your inner deep feelings, but, he doesn't. And with Booth, you think he hung around to be around us after hours? No, it's because of you."

Angela was right, she was always right, and at times Temperance hated her for it.

"And if you don't go after him, Bren sweetie, someone else will. And it'll be no one else's fault but yours."

TBC - Chapter 2