Hey everybody! Wow, I was pleasantly surprised at all the story alerts and reviews that you guys provide. It means a lot. Now, I know I sad that this was going to be only a two shot but I think that by the end of this chapter you guys might not want that to happen. Well, here is the next instalment and as always your thoughts are always appreciated. Oh and if you have any suggestions on what should happen next, please say so. Thanks again.

~JesseniaRose~

Previously

Booth stood still. Mouth open in silent protests before closing it and accepting her words as true. He was horrified with his actions now that he reflected. In all senses, he had done what he promised her he wouldn't. He had abandoned her and left her alone. He watched as though he was out of his body as she ran out of the room with her classic trench coat thrown over her right shoulder.

Somehow he had to make this right before he destroyed not only himself but the one person beside's his Pops and son that he truly was in love with.

Brennan ran. No sooner than she heard the foreboding clank of the Jeffersonian doors slide shut did she run. It was dark out and she knew what she was doing was foolish. The old Booth would probably flip out if he knew. But what was she doing? Brennan slowed to a stop before realizing that she had no idea where she was. She wasn't worried though; her photographic memory would allow her to turn back relatively quickly. However, her next question was one of a matter of choice. Did she want to return; not just in the literal sense but in a relationship sense as well. Could she ever trust Booth again?

Sighing she pondered over the night's event. It had all begun with her date. Every little action he did, or comment he would make, she would compare to Booth. Would Booth have chosen the salad? He always said it was just a bunch of leaves mixed with colourful junk. But the worst had happened when she replied to one of his questions with a, "Could you repeat that, Booth?" She hadn't even noticed the slip up until she realized that no reply had been given. She remembered feeling shock at her blatant mistake and hesitantly waited for the soon to follow break up. Instead, the man, Isaac, had taken her hand, gently and asked her if she wanted to talk about it. Surprise had flitted across her features followed by anger at Booth. What made him so special that she couldn't even move on and have a proper relationship?

She was trying, she really was. Isaac was wonderful. She suspected he even knew about her past with Booth but he had never changed and only seemed more willing to help her when she would mention her problems. She didn't deserve him and that is what led to her tearfully breaking up with him. He had appeared hurt but had told her he would never stop hoping for her to find happiness. It was those last words that had sent her fleeing to the Jeffersonian mentally cursing Booth for his profound effect on her personal life.

She had worked herself into such a frenzy of anger that when he had come to her, concern lacing his voice, she had snapped. And now, here she was acting like a soap opera character wondering what had become of her life. She never used to be the type of person to be this emotional about men but... Booth wasn't any man. He was special.

Lost in a blur of thoughts and emotions, she never even heard the light footsteps of the two masked men that ran behind her.

Booth's first intuition was to chase after her but he figured she needed space and well, he needed a plan. The more he thought about her angered rant, the more he realized what a jerk he had become. Not only to her but to Hannah as well. He wasn't even man enough to give Hannah what she deserved. And Bones, he had abandoned her.

He sighed and hung his head in defeat. What should he do? As he grabbed his coat he began to make his way to his FBI vehicle that he had left parked around the front of the Jeffersonian. He knew it wasn't his usual spot but he had been in a hurry to see Bones. As he turned on the ignition, he began his drive home; he knew that he had to end it with Hannah. She was a good woman and didn't deserve to be in a relationship that he couldn't give it his all. Now that he reflected, the only woman he could ever truly do anything for was Bones. His Bones. His best friend. The woman he wanted to have it all with. Yes, he would break up with Hannah and later confront Bones and try to prove to her that he was worth a second chance. And if she chose to ignore him... Well, he would never give up trying.

Brennan had finally felt the burn of the salty liquid from her eyes stop. She knew it was time for her to head back to the Jeffersonian and then home. However, as soon as she turned, she felt a cloth smother her face and smelt the scathing odour of what she instantly recognized as chloroform. Gasping with shock and panic, she felt horror and alarm fall upon her as her struggles proved futile. What was going on?

Slowly her efforts to fight lessened and she felt her mind travel into one of oblivion. Her final thoughts were ones of regret. No one knew where she was and the one person who she used to count on eternally, she had successfully driven away. She was alone and without the man who her heart still yearned for; Booth.