"Booth?" Doctor Brennan knocked on his office door with determination. Hannah was out with Angela for lunch, so she figured that Booth would still be in his office.
Sure enough, he still was, "Come in!" He yelled.
The door revealed who it was who was bothering him, and instead of his eyes softening, like they used, they hardened, and grew cold.
"What did you want?" He asked, a fake smile in place, "Did you find anything with the bones?" He asked. It hurt her to know that she wasn't welcome in his office for anything non-work related.
However his impatient voice hardly made her hesitate.
"I wanted to ask you a question." She said, warning him. "It's personal."
"Fine." He gestured with his hands for her to continue, not offering her the empty seat before him.
"There's no way to ease into this, that I know of, so I'm just going to ask." Now she hesitated.
"Okay." He replied, tapping his fingers on his desk.
"Did you ever love me? Or was it just a lie? Because I thought love lasted forever- or it does- by your standards." She finally asked her question, but it was more accusing then curiosity. "So, just tell me the truth, because I don't think I'll make it if you're going to lie now. Now when everything is already over."
"How dare you." He growled, staring at her with more distaste then either of them thought possible.
"Answer the question, Booth." She demanded, flinching at his words.
"Do you honestly not know?" He asked, looking hopeless.
"No. I wouldn't ask, disrupt your perfect life, if it wasn't important, vital."
"Important to what?"
"To my health, my wellbeing. Booth, I just need closure."
"I can't give you that."
"Just a yes or a no. Surely you can, and you just won't."
"I'm over you. It's done." He bitterly stated, but his voice cracked on the 'done'.
"Booth, you know that wasn't my question. Either you loved me or you didn't. Either you broke me or I broke you."
"Logic?" He questioned, knowingly, his fingers stopping their tapping.
"Something of the sort." She answered.
"Yes."
Her eyes broke away from his, "You're lying." She whispered.
"You asked, you got your answer. Deal with it. I was in love with you."
"No, Booth, because if love real, if it's all you say it is, then there is no such thing as missing our moment. If you loved me, then you would have fought me. Fought for me. You would have stayed."
"I did. For five years. I had to move on."
"You were supposed to be the exception, Booth. You were supposed to prove me wrong."