Hello there my lovely Followers. This a short little story (maybe) that popped into my head last night when i was the previews for Bones in Novemeber. This is going with the whole "hannah was shot" thing. But ya know, my way.

I do not own BONES. Sadly. Everything is owned by Hart and Fox. Some of my own little ideas will find their way into this story.

And one last thing, That outfit Emily wore made me laugh. and people think it was a baby bump cover up...Only time will tell but it's soon. She had not been married a month yet...

The day had started out like any other. Temperance Brennan had woken up before the sun was shining over the busy city. She had been the first one to work. That was a normal thing for her though, the first one there and the last one to leave. Brennan was sitting on her desk, computer on; open to her latest book, which she seemed to be stuck on. That never happened to her. Well not until Booth showed up with Hannah. Hannah had changed everything. Sure, Brennan had pushed Booth away that night in front of the Hoover Building but she had not been ready for what he needed from her. She had needed time. That's why she went to Maluku, to get away and think. But Booth had gone away and fallen in love. In love with a tall, thin blonde. Everything that Brennan was not.

As the weeks past Brennan saw a change in Booth. He spent less time at the lab, less time with her. It seemed like he no longer cared what happened to her. He did not stop by to see if she had eaten that day or to make sure she had gone home instead of working all night. There was no more late night Thai at her place. He had broken a promise without even seeing he had done so. Once upon a time Seeley Booth had promised Temperance Brennan that he would never leave, but he had done just that.

Angela had walked into the lab just after eight and saw her best friend sitting at her desk, staring blankly at her computer.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" The artist asked as she crossed the room to her friend. She knew that things have been changing since everyone had come back to DC but she did not know how it was all paying a toll on the anthropologist.

Brennan heard her friend's voice and did not look her way.

"Fine Ange." She spoke staring at the computer.

Angela crossed her arms under her breasts as she looked down to her friend. "I know you're lying. I've seen that look before. Now what's eating at you?" She asked again, trying to get the truth out of the woman sitting in front of her.

Brennan looked up now with a confused look. Angela had seen that look many times as well. "There is nothing eating at me. That is impossible at the moment since I do not have a flesh eating virus or flesh eating beetles on me at the moment." She spoke in a somewhat distant voice.

Her walls were going back up. Angela could now see that as plain as day. The walls Booth had worked so hard to break down and get around were rebuilding themselves but this time they would harder to get past.

Angela slowly sat down in the chair in front of the desk. "Sweetie, it's a figure of speech. I did not mean something was really eating at you." She stated as the shrill sound of Brennan's cell phone rang through the room. Scanning the caller ID, she hit the accpet key.

"Brennan." She stated as she listened to the man on the other end of the phone. Angela sat, looking to her friend waiting to see what the call was about.

As Brennan hung up, she stood taking off the dark blue lab coat. "That was Booth. We have case."

Angela noticed the hint of sadness in her woman's voice as she nodded; watching the antropologist walking away towards the large sliding doors to were her partner waited in his car, not even bothering to enter the lab.