Well, I know I promised 3 more chapters of Outsiders, but this story got stuck in my head, and wouldn't rest until I told it. Warning, it's a bit gloomy, and has a rather tragic ending, and is completely different from my normal genre of story, but I hope you still enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Not mine (damn!)

Pain

Brennan pushed her foot down hard on the accelerator and sped out of the Hoover building car park.

She was absolutely furious. More mad than she had ever been before in her life. She could not believe that Booth had said those things to her. Someone like Cam or David, sure. They didn't know her well. But Booth knew her better than anybody, except maybe Angela.

She couldn't even bring herself to repeat what he had said. She just drove.

The look on Booth's face as soon as the words had escaped told her that he regretted saying them. But that didn't lessen the pain.

So, instead of being arrested for assaulting a federal agent, she had run out of there without another word to him. She could still hear his voice, calling after her.

Her mobile phone rang. She ignored it. She knew who it would be.

Where could she go? Not to her apartment. Not to the Jeffersonian. The ringing phone reminded her that Angela would demand explanations, and Booth would try to make them. But she wasn't in the mood for conversation. She was in the mood for being as far away from civilisation as possible.

So she turned her car onto one of the roads that led out of the city, continuing to ignore her phone.

After driving for more than an hour, Brennan had calmed somewhat. She wasn't feeling blind rage anymore. More like intense pain and sadness, if the tear tracks down her cheeks were anything to go by.

Her phone rang again. It was the twentieth time in the last half hour.

She picked it up. "Brennan."

"Bones!" Booth's relieved voice spilled across the line. "Where are you? I need to talk to you!"

"You've done more than enough talking today, Booth."

"Bones, I am so sorry for saying that. I don't know why I did. I wasn't thinking. I just – I – I'm sorry."

"How could you accuse me of that, Booth? You, of all people, know that –," her voice broke into a sob. "I'm not like that."

"I know, Bones. I didn't mean it. I just said it before I thought about it. I lashed out. I am sorry." There was a pause. "Where are you? Please, I really need to say this to your face."

"I'm in my car. Driving." She looked out the window at the featureless countryside. "I'm not really sure where I am, really. But I know the way home. I'll be back when I'm ready."

"Please come home, Bones. We need to talk. I need to see you." She could hear him sigh. "Please, Temperance."

" I don't know, Booth. I need time to think over what you said. I need to decide –"

Booth, on the other end of the line, suddenly heard screeching brakes. "Bones!"

Through the phone he heard a sickening crash, a single scream and then deathly silence. And pain.

"BONES!"

THE END

There you go. Short and... well, I won't say sweet. Please review and let me know if you liked it. I promise to reply to all your reviews!