Wow, thanks so much for giving my story a chance. I know a lot of you hate angst so I appreciate you trying this story any way. This story will finish up tomorrow.
I don't own Bones.
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Lying to Cam, Angela told Cam that she had a terrible toothache and that she was going to the dentist. After leaving the Lab, Angela drove over to the NBC station on Nebraska Avenue. Confident that she could fix her friends, she walked into the lobby and told the receptionist who she was and who she wanted to see. Waiting, Angela watched people enter and exit the Lobby.
Surprised to hear that Angela was waiting for her in the Lobby, Hannah left the editing room and walked over to reception to see why Angela was visiting her.
"Angela, what are you doing here?"
She wanted to seem non-threatening, so Angela smiled at the reporter. "I discovered something very important this morning that I think you need to know."
Interested, Hannah pointed down the hallway. "Let's go to my office. We can talk there."
As she followed Hannah, Angela studied the art work on the walls and considered them to be just average. Arriving in Hannah's office, Angela followed her over to her couch and sat down next to Hannah.
Her hands on her knees, Hannah did the polite thing she usually did to set the stage for an interview. "Would you like something to drink?"
Slowly shaking her head, Angela licked her bottom lip. "No thank you . . . So this morning, Booth came over to the Lab and saw Bren. That's pretty noteworthy because he really hasn't been at the Lab very much since he got back from Afghanistan."
Hannah knew about that already. "He says he doesn't feel comfortable over there any more."
Shrugging her shoulders, Angela continued, "I don't know if you know it, but Bren and Booth are close friends, I mean they have been best friends for years now."
Puzzled, Hannah wondered what was going on. "Actually I do know that. Seeley says that you, Jack and he are probably Temperance's only real friends."
Their conversation wasn't going how she'd planned and that worried Angela. Nervously, she paused and bit her bottom lip. "Look I'm just going to say this . . . No matter how I try to word this it's not going to be pleasant, so,I'm just going to say it. It will be like a Band Aid you know? It's going to hurt like hell when you pull it off so it's just better to rip it off and feel the pain all at once instead of. . . "
A little impatient, Hannah interrupted Angela. "Just say what you want to say, Angela."
Bracing herself, Angela nodded her head. "Okay I will . . . Brennan and Booth love each other. They have for years. The only reason they're not together right now is because they've been scared to death to give each other their hearts. Their childhoods were a nightmare and . . . they had a little misunderstanding a few months ago and while Booth was in Afghanistan he met you and because he and Brennan weren't on the best of terms at the time, he . . . well he turned to you."
Hannah was certain that Angela was misinformed. "You're wrong, Angela. Seeley loves Temperance as a friend not as man would love a woman. She's more like a sister to him. I've seen how they are together . . ."
Her laughter bitter, Angela shook her head and interrupted the reporter. "Okay, you need proof, I get it. This morning Booth and Brennan had a little talk in Bren's office. I was walking by and I saw it and I knew you needed to see it too." Determined, Angela took her phone out of her purse, hit the Photos icon, tapped the last picture and handed the phone to Hannah.
Wary, Hannah watched the video play out on Angela's phone and as it played she moved her left hand to her mouth and gaped. Watching it play to the end, Hannah stared at the phone for a few minutes. Finally she turned to look at Angela. "Alright, I see."
Anxious, Angela took her phone back."What are you going to do?"
Pursing her mouth, Hannah stared at Angela's phone. "I'm not sure yet."
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His emotions in turmoil, Booth knew that he couldn't return to work. Feeling like his last chance at happiness was now gone, he was unsure what to do. He did know that he couldn't continue to live with Hannah. No matter what the future held for him, he couldn't live with someone when he really wanted someone else. He felt that Hannah was the victim in all of this mess and he couldn't let her continue to be. He'd tried his best to love her and he'd thought he'd moved on, but hearing Brennan tell him that she loved him had destroyed any hope he had that he could move on without her.
His future uncertain, Booth returned home and waited for Hannah to come home. As the afternoon wore on, he became more despondent. He'd always prided himself on the fact that he was resilient. When he was slapped down, he always stood back up. When someone beat the shit out of him, he ignored the pain. When he tried to give his heart to someone and they refused it, he'd move on. He'd moved on from Rebecca, from Tessa and he'd tried to move on from Brennan. This time was different. This time it hurt more than he thought possible and he didn't know if he would survive.
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Hannah arrived home early and found Booth sitting in his recliner, staring at the ceiling, a half empty bottle of Scotch sitting on his lap. Moving to stand next to him, she looked down at his tired face. "Seeley, we need to talk."
His gaze now upon her, Booth nodded his head. "Sure, I think we do too."
Holding up her hand, Hannah chose to speak first. "I've been offered an overseas assignment and I'm taking it. It's probably good for at least two years. I just want you to know that I was offered this job three weeks ago and I've been thinking about it since then . . . I thought about what you want and what I want and I know that you'll agree with me that what we want in life are not the same things."
Dulled by the Scotch, Booth stared at Hannah and nodded his head.
Leaning over she kissed him and then straightened up. "I love you Seeley, but not enough to give you what you want. I'm going to pack up my things and I'm going to move out tonight. It's for the best don't you think so?"
Not sure what else to say, Booth nodded his head. "Alright."
Aware that Booth was dull from the liquor he'd been drinking and the lack of sleep from the night before, Hannah patted his arm. "We had fun, Seeley. It just wasn't meant to be."
Turning, she walked into the bedroom and pulled her luggage out of the bottom of Booth's closet. After she packed everything that belonged to her she walked over to Booth's dresser and pulled open the drawer where he kept his t-shirts. Hannah removed a FBI t-shirt from the drawer and placed it in her luggage. One t-shirt wouldn't bother him she thought.
Once she was ready, she carried her bags one by one to the front door. Finally ready to leave, she picked up her purse and jacket and walked back to the recliner. Bending over, Hannah patted Booth's shoulder. "Bye Seeley."
Unable to watch her leave, Booth continued to stare at his half empty bottle of Scotch.
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