After that night, the night Hannah broke his heart, him and Brennan only saw each other for cases. Once the case was completed, they went their separate ways. Brennan only went out in the field for the first month after Hannah left and then being with Booth became unbearable. He took all his anger towards women out on her, maybe punishing her for rejecting him and then confessing her feelings to him. She had tried once to call him, just to check on him, but he had made it clear he didn't want to talk to her.

It had been weeks since that call, but now there he was sitting at a table, not far from the bar. She smiled in his direction, but there was no reaction. Maybe he hadn't seen her. She walked up to the bar ordered a beer and turned back towards him, this time he saw her and she walked over. "Hi Booth."

"What do you want?" he huffed out

She was caught by surprised, she hadn't expected this reaction. "I just was saying Hi." She diverted her eyes while she turned back to the bar to get her beer and his voice stopped her.

"What you don't talk to me in how many weeks and then you waltz in here and say Hi and expect me to be happy to see you?"

Shock sweep across her face, as she turned back to him. "I tried to call you…you didn't want to talk to me. You..you haven't tried to contact me, so I was giving you time…and space."

Booth just turned his back on her not saying another word. She walked up to the bar and paid for the beer she never intended on drinking now. She looked at his back and left.

Booth sat there and chided himself for acting that way towards her, she was right. He needed to apologize, but when he turned he didn't see her. His eyes went directly to the untouched beer sitting on the bar. His eyes searched the small pub for any sign of her, he knew she wasn't in the ladies room; she would have had to walk past him to get there. As his eyes came back to the beer, the bartender picked it up and poured it out. Tomorrow, I will talk to her tomorrow he thought as he finished his drink and headed home.

The next Day Brennan was at her office early. She was done; she was going to ask Cam if Sully was willing to work with her. If not she was done working with the FBI and if they didn't like those terms she was ready to quit, she already wrote up her resignation. One thing she did know was after last night working with Booth was no longer an option.

When Cam came in Brennan headed straight to her office.

"Morning Dr. Brennan, Cam said cheerfully as she turned around and came face to face not with Dr. Brennan her friend, but Dr. Brennan the scientist."

"Good morning Dr. Saroyan, I have found that Agent Booth and I can no longer work together and I have come up with possible solutions."

"Wait, what do you mean, you and Booth can't work together?" Cam asked in confusion.

Dr. Brennan ignored her question. "I know that Agent Sullivan is back in the area and we have worked with him in the past. He is a good Agent and gets along well with the rest of the team."

"Dr. Brennan, What happened with you and Booth?"

Again Brennan ignored her. "However, I understand loyalty to Agent Booth, he is part of the team and I would understand if you prefer to keep him as the FBI liaison. In that case, here is my resignation. I understand that Agent Booth would be the logical choice and I respect that. There would be no hard feelings."

Cam calmly took Dr. Brennan's hands and led her to a small sofa in her office. They two women sat down. Cam tried again. "Dr. Brennan what happened with Booth?"

Brennan looked down at her hands. "I don't know, I don't know. But it will be for the best." She stood to leave. "Oh, I need a few days off, I am moving." With that Dr. Brennan was gone.

Cam just sat there wondering what Booth had done now. For all she knew they hadn't seen each other.

Brennan just wanted to make it to her car before she lost all control. She didn't want to see anyone; she just needed to get away from there. She pulled out of the Jeffersonian and she drove until she was well out of DC, out where there would be no chance to run into him, out where she could start to mend.

Brennan found a charming little remote motel. It was off the beaten path no one would look for her there. She checked in and made her way to room #12, the last room in the motel. Opening the door, she entered into a small but warmly decorated motel room. Table with 2 chairs to her left as she walked in, queen size bed that took up a large part of the room, TV across from it, pass the bed was a small dressing area and the bathroom.

She made a call to her publicist, asking for them to find her a new apartment and handle the arrangements to have everything moved. She wouldn't be back for a few days, maybe not for a while. She needed time and space, she needed to erase him, she needed to move on.

She opened the window to the room to let some fresh air in. She closed her eyes as she took in the smells of the country. The air was so very different, almost calming. She began unpacking.

After unpacking, she laid back on the bed and just stared at the ceiling. She was exhausted; she had not slept the night before. She had put all her energy into packing up fragile items. Her mind was made up; she couldn't keep torturing herself, hoping for something that wasn't there. He didn't want her, he hated her, and it would only be a matter of time before he left. With what little strength she had, she left DC and the memories. She needed to heal; she needed to get back to who she was before him, if that was possible. Only then would she be okay.