So, I really HATED Daredevil in the Mold. I absolutely hated that whole proposal thing. So now I offer you my alternative. With a little B&B reversal.

Hope you enjoy it!

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It took Booth a little under fifteen minutes to make it to The Founding Father's after receiving the call. He wasn't sure what to expect going in; all he was told from the bartender was that his partner was there and drinking heavily alone. Not the kind of call he usually got about her, so he was a little bit on edge. Mostly, he tried to assume that it had something to do with her father... or maybe her brother... a fight with Angela perhaps? Mostly, he was just praying that whatever was going on with her, it wasn't about him. Maybe because he didn't want to feel guilty and responsible.

Or maybe because he just didn't want to deal with it.

He found her slumped over one of the stools at the bar. Hard liqueur in hand, which was unusual as she mostly went for wine or beer.

"You drunk?" he took a seat on the stool next to hers. Booth saw her only give him a momentary glance with her bloodshot eyes before returning her attention to the whiskey in front of her.

"What are you doing her, Booth?" she huffed in a tone different from the usual.

"You sound drunk," The bartender hadn't been kidding; she was far past buzzed. "I got a call. Heard you were here drinking alone."

"Alone," she echoed back. "Yep."

He reached over and took the glass out of her hand, "Come on, Bones. Why don't I take you home."

"I can get a taxi."

"You don't need to waste your money on a taxi, Bones," He could see she was making no attempt to get up. This was going to be a battle. "Come on. You've had enough to drink. I've driven all the way over here. I'm taking you home."

"I didn't ask for you to come get me, Booth," her words were cold. "You can go, but I'm not done. I assure you, I'll get a cab."

He was given his choice, and he considered leaving, he honestly did. Frankly, she wasn't hurting anyone staying at the bar, and he knew that she would never get in a car with her state. He wanted to leave her, but he instead he sat back down, "You want to talk about it?"

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Earlier that day...

Booth entered the Jeffersonian with an extra bounce in his step that day. Not so much from excitement, but more so from nervousness. A lot had developed in his life over the last twenty four hours, and there was one person he needed to talk to about it. Someone he knew he could count on for an honest opinion.

"Camile!"

He found Cam at her office desk. And was thankful that she was alone; that would make this much easier for him.

"Dr. Brennan is in bone storage, Booth," She assumed that's why he had sought her out. That was usually the reason, "You can try to pry her away, but until she's cataloged every bone break and fracture on that human pinata, I don't think she's budging. My guess, he's was some kind of daredevil or stuntman..."

"Actually, I came to talk to you..." Booth flashed her his charm smile, although there was a bit of anxiousness underneath it.

"Oh, God..." Cam groaned. "You guys aren't in a fight are you? You know how I hate to be put in the middle of these things..."

"No, Cam-"

"I know that you're my oldest friend... but as a woman... I tend to agree with Dr. Brennan..."

"No, Cam. We're not fighting," He was slightly exasperated.

She looked at him with suspicion, "Okay... then what do you want, Seeley?"

"What?" He tried to play it cooly. "Why is it so weird that I want to hang out with my best friend?"

"Okay... we both know that's not true," Yes, they were close. But his best friend was down in bone storage... they both knew that.

"Fine," He wavered. "My friend that I've known the longest."

Cam finally turned her attention away from her computer, "Okay. Shoot, big man. What's on your mind?"

Suddenly, he wasn't sure how to say it. On the drive over, he'd been preparing a speech of sorts to give her, but now that just seemed to go completely out the window. So instead he reached down into his pockets and brought out the little black velvet box. Surely this would get the point across.

Cams eyes widened. She knew instantly what it was and she felt a sickening in her stomach. "Look, Seeley. I'm flattered. But I already have a boyfriend..." she joked awkwardly as she grabbed the box and opened it. "Sweet Jesus!"

"What do you think?"

"I think... I hope she has strong arms because this is certainly going to be weighing her down..." She only pressed on with the awkward jokes.

"I know the ring is great. No. Seriously, Cam. What do you think?"

"About what, Seeley?" She continued to play dumb.

"I'm going to propose to, Hannah. I want to know what you think," He was slightly hurt that he had to ask her this many times. He'd been hoping for a quick congratulations... not a lot of dodgy jokes.

Her eyes returned to the ring. It was beautiful... and certainly out of his price rang... "Are you... are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I love, Hannah. I do. It's time I locked this down," he pressed on but he could see a sadness in her eyes. "I've thought this through, Cam. I want to marry her."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

"Then can I ask you why you're asking me what I think?"

"Because..." he tried to loosen up his tense shoulders. "I told you. You're my oldest friend and I want to know what you think. I'm not asking for you're approval here. I just want to know what you think."

Cam took in a deep breath and slowly let it out... "I think, you're a big boy. You can do whatever you want. But I don't think I'm the one you should be asking. We both know who that is... and if you can't talk to Brennan about this... I think there's a problem."

Booth rubbed his hands over his temples; this was exactly the kind of response he hadn't wanted.

"I'm sorry. But she knows you better than I do, even. Better than anyone does..." And certainly better than Hannah.

"Bones and I are just partners. We just work together. We don't... we don't go there anymore," he confessed and felt like a complete asshole for saying it.

"You know... I was really angry with Dr. Brennan last year. With her leaving all of us, and how she hurt you. And you know, my loyalty is with you. I've known you longer than I've known just about anyone. But if you do this, without talking to her..." she didn't need to finish the thought. He got the picture. "She's your best friend. You love her."

"I don't love her! Alright?" He suddenly felt a blaze of fury in him. Why couldn't his friends just be happy and supportive of him? "I put myself out there. She said no. I moved on. Its over. That whole part of my life is over. I'm with Hannah now. I love her. And I'm going to marry her," Booth stormed out of Cam's office and out through the sliding glass doors.

Completely unknowing that a certain forensic anthropologist had heard the whole thing.

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Later...

"You want to talk about it?"

She took another sip of her whiskey; she'd finally reached a place were it had stopped being so potent to her taste buds, "I don't know what I did wrong..." she whispered quietly. "I don't understand."

"What are you talking about, Bones?" he tried to capture her eyes with his. It had been so long since he'd really looked into her pale blue eyes.

"You." They both sat back in silence for a while. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to answer that and she didn't fully know how to continue... but she tried again, "What did I do? I thought I did the right thing..."

He wasn't sure what she was specifically talking about, but he felt like he got the bigger picture, "Sometimes, things just don't work out. It's no one's fault. It's not yours or mine..." Well that was usually true for most people, somehow he felt like he was lying to her.

"I just don't understand," finally a tear rolled down her cheek. She hated that she was once again crying in front of him, but she didn't seem to be in control of her emotions at this moment. "Why does everyone go away? Why do they leave?"

"Bones..."

"They do. They all do... it's me. It has to be. I'm the constant," and he, her parents, her brother, her foster families and every other man in her life... they were all the variables. Always the same result.

"No one is leaving you, Bones," He offered, but she just shook her head.

"No. You did."

"No, Bones. I didn't leave. You left," There was venom in his words, but somehow he couldn't stop it. It was true... he blamed her. "You ran off to Maluku, Bones. You ran away from me. So you don't get to sit here and tell me that I abandon you and make me feel guilty for finding someone else, because you left me."

Her eyes finally met his, "I didn't run away from you, Booth."

"Yeah, Bones. You did. You took off to the other side of the world and made it impossible for me to get in touch with you. So don't give me that science bullshit. You left because of me."

"I did leave because of you."

"What?" That hadn't been the answer he'd expected. He thought she would rebut that she had gone purely for the dig. Her less rational reason. "See. You ran from me."

"No."

"What? Then what, Bones? You went to Maluku because you wanted to be closer with me?" That made absolutely no sense.

"Yes. I wanted to be sure of you and I... of us."

"I don't understand, Bones..." This was all new information to him.

"I wanted to be sure that I was ready for a relationship with you. So I left so I could remind myself what my life was like without you. We couldn't have had any contact. I needed to be isolated so I could be sure. That way I would silence any lingering doubts I might have had about choosing a personal relationship over my work. I was also able to assess that, while I may not know how to change, I have. Six years ago, I would have found the Maluku dig thrilling and fulfilling... but I didn't. I didn't at all. I thought I was doing the right thing... I don't understand why it-"

Booth's head was spinning from all this new information. It felt impossible to process, "Why are you telling me this now?"

"You asked me," her innocence was honest.

"No. Why are you telling me this now?" He felt a new kind of rage in him.

"When I returned from Maluku, even though I was ready to commit myself to you, you were already with Hannah. I didn't think it was appropriate..."

"Well that didn't stop you from telling me how you felt earlier!"

She wanted to argue with him. Throw back in his face that he hadn't told her he was planning on proposing to Hannah. But instead she just returned to her whiskey, "You should go home, Booth. Hannah will be worried about you."

"She's out of town till tomorrow," His anger at her cooled when he saw she wasn't up for the fight.

Somehow knowing that Hannah was out of town only stung her more. Like he wouldn't be here right now if she was in town. She downed the rest of her whiskey and motioned for another one, "Why didn't you tell me you were going to propose?"

She knew... his heart sank. That was why she was there, he should have figured, "I don't know, Bones. I guess didn't want to hurt you."

She nodded, but that's not what she had heard earlier, "I still want you to be happy, Booth..."

"I know you do."

"I think it would be best if you got a new forensic anthropologist. "

"What?" He felt that one hit him out of left field. "Bones, you're upset. You've been drinking. You're not thinking this through,.."

"No. I came to this conclusion before I decided to get intoxicated... We shouldn't work together anymore. There are to many complexities. I'm putting in my letter of resignation tomorrow and recommending Dr. Edison as my replacement," Her mind was made up. Actually, she'd already typed up her resignation. "I have many other offers... I was thinking about returning to Chicago to teach at Northwestern."

"Bones... please don't leave," he felt his heartbreaking all over again, just like it had done that night outside the Hoover. "I don't want to work with Clark. I only want to work with you. Just you. Always you. Please don't leave."

"Why not?" Her eyes began to fill with tears again. "Everyone else does."

"Please..."

And the tears fell a little harder this time, "I've tried so hard. Just to be normal. Sometimes I even wished that I wasn't a genius..."

"Bones, please don't ever wish that."

"I thought I was doing everything right," she confessed as she tried to wipe the tears away but they were too fast. "Everyone told me that I should just tell you. That I would never regret it. It just ruined everything."

He couldn't stop his instincts from grabbing her and trying to pull her close, but she immediately pushed him away. She threw the money down on the bar and headed for the door. Booth chased after her but by the time he found her outside, she was already closing the cab door.

"Bones!" His fists banged against the window as it began to pull way and he ran for it, "Bones! Stop! Stop!." He continued to run for it but eventually it pulled way from him. The last thing he saw was her face staring at him before it turned back around.

So tell me what you think. Do you want more? Or should I just leave this as an angsty one-shot?

Let me know you're thoughts.