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Chapter 3

Then he pulled out his phone and called Angela.

"Angela?"

"It's Booth, I screwed up big time and I need your help. Have you talked to Bones?"

"Not tonight. What happened at dinner?"

"It didn't. I had a conversation with Agent Perotta earlier today and instead of following my instincts and confirming her story, I believed her."

"About what?" Angela was met with silence. "Booth, what did you do?"

"She told me we were a couple I told Bones that we-Agent Perotta and I-were trying to reconnect so to speak. That Bones and I should start getting on with own lives and…I left."

"Oh no. Booth!"

"I know but in my defense I didn't have my memory back."

"And somehow between you leaving and now, you have gained your memory back. And she won't talk to you."

"That sums it up. Only she did tell me she's going to Peru. She doesn't know that I have my memory back and that I'm not with Agent Perotta. That I never was. I know I hurt her Angela and I want to make things better. I don't want her to think that I don't need her. I do. What do I do?"

"Well, you could get off your but, stop feeling sorry for yourself and go to the airport and tell her you love her."

"Angela!"

"What? Sweetie we all know you love her and she loves you. You were going to father her baby for Christ sake. Be a man and make the first move. Go now." Angela hung up and Booth stared at his cell for a moment.

He knew Angela was right. He did love Bones. But was he in love with her? Was she in love with him? He couldn't be sure. Her feelings on love and commitment always kept him a distance from her. He didn't want to put himself out there to have her tell him that she didn't want or believe in forever. But could it be possible that she had somehow fallen in love with him?

A year ago she would have never wanted children—much less admit to thinking about being a mom. And now, she had asked him to be the father of her child. Could that have been her way of telling him she was ready? That she wanted to move forward?

Shaking himself of his thoughts, knowing he wasn't accomplishing anything by standing there like an idiot. Booth got in his car and drove as fast as he could-praying he would get to the airport in time.

Brennan was trying really hard not to cry. Why did he have to come back? Why did he have to call her Bones? She stopped on her breaks. Bones. He had called her Bones. He had said that he wouldn't call her Bones till he remembered her. Remembered them.

Is that why he had come back? It would make sense but what about Agent Perotta? Why would he leave her to come tell her that his memory was back? He could have just called her or talked to her in the morning. It just didn't make sense. Should she go back and talk to him?

No, she shook her head. She had a plane to catch. And if he had his memory back, he would understand. Bones were her life. Bones is what she did. It was why Booth called her Bones. He would understand that she had to go—especially since he had said they had to have their own lives.

This was her having her own life. She started to pull away and head to the airport when her phone rang. "I told you Booth we can talk when I get back. I'm running late as is."

"Whoa there. What'd Seeley do to piss you off this time?"

"Brennan stopped the car. "Sully!?!"

"Hey, Tempe."

"What are you doing-calling me?"

"Can't a guy call a girl?"

"I haven't spoken to you since you left."

"Yeah, well, I came, I saw, I almost died and now, I'm back."

"You almost died? What? How?"

"It's a long story—one I'd rather tell you to your face. When are you coming back from wherever it is you're going?"

"Peru. I'm going to Peru. Or I was," she turned her car around. "Thanks to Booth I missed my flight."

"Well, how about dinner or a drink?"

"Sully--"

"I really want to see you again Tempe. Please."

"Alright. I'll be at La Dolce in about ten minutes. I'll see you there." Brennan hung up the phone and turned right—heading to La Dolce. Could the night get any stranger? Somehow she seriously doubted it.