Welcome! I know I'm completely crazy for starting another story when I already have one going, but this wouldn't get out of my mind. I would like to thank EmLovesYouu's story "When You Find Me" for giving me the inspiration to write this story.

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"Sorry I couldn't get a pass. I had to sneak off base to come say goodbye. Listen, Bones, you got to be really careful in that Indonesian jungle, okay?" Booth said with worry and plea.

"Booth, in a week, you're going off to a war zone. Please don't be a hero. Please just….don't be you." Brennan responded, scared of the fact that Booth might actually try to be Booth and risk his life to save someone else's. Not that it was a bad thing, but she couldn't risk losing him.

"One year from today, we meet at the reflecting pool on the mall. Right by the…."

"Coffee cart. I know. One year from today."

They held each others hand, never taking their eye's off of each other. As much as Booth wanted to grab her in his arms and kiss her, he knew if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop. So they parted ways, but not without getting one last glance at each other. Booth knew that they would get their happy ending, but it wasn't going to be today. In a year, they would meet up and pick up things where they left off.

One year from today.

*363 days later*

Temperance Brennan sat in her tent in the Maluku Islands thinking. Two days from now, she would be in Washington D.C. once again with her friends and family, and most importantly…Booth. They would pick up where they left off, partners and friends. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she didn't want to go back. She didn't want to solve gruesome murders every day of her life. That wasn't her true passion.

This past year, she had been living her true passion. Discovering evolutionary mysteries and finding the definition of what it meant to be human. As much as she missed her friends and Booth, she loved what she was doing. So that's why when she got on the plane departing Indonesia, it wouldn't take her to D.C. Instead, it would take her to Montreal, where she could be Dr. Temperance Brennan, forensic anthropologist. Not, Dr. Temperance Brennan, forensic anthropologist and crime fighter. She knew she was giving up a lot, friends, family, job, life….but she longed to be how she used to be, before she met the people that changed who she was.

Of course she would tell Angela where she was going, but not Booth. She knew that once Booth found out that she was going to Montreal, he would track her down and bring her back home himself. As much as she wanted that, him, she wanted this more. And nothing was going to change her mind.

*Two days later*

"Dr. Brennan! Are you as excited to go home as I am? I can't wait to see Lancelot again, even if he did move on. Ahhh! I'm just so happy!" Daisy Wick squealed as they waited for their flight to be called.

"Daisy, please. I need you to keep a secret. Can you do that?"

"Of course Dr. Brennan, anything for you."

"I'm not going back to D.C…."

"What! Why not? You have to!" she interrupted.

"Daisy, listen. I'm not going to D.C. I'm going to Montreal. I've taken a job up there that doesn't require a partner or catching murderers. It takes me back to my real passion. Ancient Anthropology."

"But Dr. B, what about Booth? You talked about how much you missed him this whole year. Does he know you're leaving?"

"No. And he's not going to. Of course he's going to know I'm not going back to D.C., but he's not going to know where I really am. That's the secret you need to keep."

"But…what about the Jeffersonian? Who's going to take your position?"

"I informed Cam about my decision. It will be just like before. You, Mr. Bray, Mr. Fisher, Mr. Vaziri, Mr. Nigel-Murray, and Mr. Edison will all rotate like you had in the past."

"But, we don't have a teacher."

"You know what you're doing. I learned that this past year. All of you are quite capable of the job, and I'm sure Cam will be the one to pick who becomes permanent."

"Flight 29 to Montreal. Now boarding." someone spoke over the loud speaker.

"That's me. Take care Daisy. And remember, not a word to Booth about where I'm going."

"Got it Dr. B. You take care as well."

Brennan smiled shyly, as she walked through the terminal and boarded the plane.

"If you would please buckle your seatbelts, we will now depart to Montreal, Canada."

Seeley Booth sat on the bench drinking his coffee. He had arrived at the reflection pool a half hour ago, but still no sign of Brennan. He looked around the familiar atmosphere, smelling the air, taken in everything his home had to offer. He missed this place. He missed his friends. He missed Parker. He missed Bones. He had hoped that the year apart made her change her mind about the two of them. And when she got back, they would finally be together.

But as the day went on, the likeliness of that wore off. It was now 8 p.m. He had been sitting there for 5 hours, and she never showed. Many thoughts ran wild inside his head.

"What if something happened to her? Maybe she missed her flight. Maybe her flight was delayed. Maybe she was too jetlagged and went straight home."

One thing was for sure, he was going to find out. He called a cab and gave him the directions to her apartment. He paid the man, then stepped out, gazing at the once familiar apartment. He went through the lobby as the security guard, Artie, stopped him.

"Agent Booth! Welcome back!"

"Artie! How are you?"

"I'm good. It's nice seeing your pretty little face around here again, though I haven't seen Dr. Brennan's yet."

"You haven't?" he asked curiously.

"No. I've been here all day and haven't seen any sight of her. Have you?"

"N, no. I waited for her at the coffee cart by the reflection pool, but she never showed. I thought maybe she was tired and came straight home."

"No, I haven't seen her. And surely if she did come here I would've."

"Yeah, I know. Thanks Artie." he said, turning around to leave.

"Hey Booth! Do you think something happened to her?" he asked, worriedly.

"Nah, it's Bones. I'm sure she just missed her flight or something. See you later Artie."

He stood outside the building for a couple minutes, before he sat down on the curb and buried his head in his hands.

"What if something did happen to her? I can't live without her, I learned that this past year." he thought to himself.

He would usually call Angela in a time like this, but her and Hodgins were still in Paris. Perhaps Cam knows something. He pulled out his phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Dr. Saroyan." she answered.

"Cam, hey!"

"Uh, hello. Who is this?"

"You don't recognize my voice? How insulting." he joked.

"Booth? Oh my god it is you!"

He laughed. "Hey, have you talked to Bones? We were supposed to meet up today, but she never showed. And the security guard at her apartment said she never went there either."

Cam sighed. Brennan had called her a couple days before and told her about her decision to leave the Jeffersonian for good and move to Montreal. Though she didn't respect it nor approve of it, there was no changing Brennans mind. Now she had to tell her best friend that the love of his life was never coming back, and that killed her.

"Booth. I'm sorry…" she started.

"What happened to her Cam? Is she okay? Is she alive?"

"Yes she is alive. But, nothing happened to her."

"Then where is she Cam? Just tell me!"

"I don't know where she is, but all I know is that she isn't coming back."

"What do you mean she isn't coming back?"

"I don't know Booth. A couple days ago she called me and told me she was leaving the Jeffersonian indefinitely and wasn't returning to D.C."

"Well where is she? She didn't tell you where she was going?"

"No. That's all she told me. I'm sorry Booth."

It took Booth every power in his body not to break down crying right then and there.

"How could she just leave?" he whispered.

Cam realized he wasn't talking to her, but himself.

"How can she do this? To me. To us."

Cam listened to what her friend was saying with tears in her eyes. She couldn't believe that after everything Booth and Brennan went through, she would do this to him. If she could kick Brennan's ass right now she would do it.

"What am I supposed to do? I can't live without her!"

Cam heard him start muttering random things, and thought it was appropriate to leave him alone. She hung up the phone as Booth heard a beeping noise on his end. He threw the phone down as it cracked into thousands of pieces, just like Brennan had done to his heart.

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