Thank you for keeping with this story. I appreciate it.

I don't own Bones.

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Booth had driven back to the Hoover in silence. Parking his SUV in the parking lot, Booth had turned off the ignition and then sat quietly looking out of his windshield at nothing.

Sweets, feeling that he should say something, said, "Booth, you did your job. I know you don't like killing anyone; but, if you hadn't done it the boy would be dead now. That bank robber was over the edge. He was panicking and if you hadn't stopped him the boy would be dead now."

Not answering, Booth took the key out of the ignition and opened the driver's side door. Glancing back at Sweets, Booth said, "I know I didn't do anything wrong Sweets. I'm not an idiot."

Getting out of his truck, Booth slammed the door closed and putting his hands in his pockets, he walked across the parking lot to the elevator. Sweets, startled at Booth's reaction, sat in the truck and watched Booth through the driver's side window. Once Booth had entered the elevator and the door had closed, Sweets undid his seatbelt, opened the passenger side door and got out of the truck. Sighing, Sweets walked around the SUV and over to the elevator.

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Booth was feeling a little embarrassed that he had jumped on Sweets about the seat belt and then his trying to comfort him. He hadn't meant to do it; but, he wasn't wearing his seat belt and he didn't need Sweets bugging him about it. Brennan was more than enough thank you. He also didn't need comforting. He needed peace and quiet.

Walking into his office, Booth closed his door and then walked over to his desk. Picking up the picture of his son and daughter, Booth held the picture in his right hand and then sat down in his chair turning the chair to face the wall behind his desk. The glass wall across from his desk could be really inconvenient at times. Booth didn't have any privacy when he was in his office and right now, he felt like he was on display. He had noticed all of the heads turn his way when he'd come into view of his office and right now he wanted privacy.

Turning his chair around, Booth called Cullen's office and told Cullen's secretary, Nancy that he had a headache and he was going home. Nancy, aware of what had happened at the bank, told Booth that she would let Cullen know as soon as he came back to his office.

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Leaving the Hoover, Booth walked out into the parking garage and over to his SUV. Looking around and seeing no one, Booth leaned against the side of the truck and closed his eyes. Seeing the bullet enter the head of the man he had shot that morning, Booth had noticed the look of surprise on the hostage takers face. It was weird; but, sometimes the people he shot had such a strange look of surprise on their faces for just a second before they died. He'd see that face in his dreams tonight. There was no doubt in Booth's mind about that.

Opening his eyes, Booth opened the driver's side door and got into the truck. Reaching for his seatbelt, Booth stopped himself and smiled. Putting his key into the ignition, Booth started his truck and backed out of his parking space. Driving out of the garage, Booth turned left. He didn't really know where he was going and he didn't care. He just needed to drive and without his seatbelt on. It wasn't safe.

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After about an hour of driving, Booth finally paid attention to where he was and realized that he was out of the D.C. area. He had paid attention to speed limits, signal lights and traffic, he just hadn't cared where he was and where he was going. Getting off at the next exit, Booth found himself at the Manassas National Battlefield Park. The irony wasn't lost on Booth.

Driving around for a little bit; Booth finally pulled over into a gas station and up to the island. Getting out of his truck, Booth filled up his truck and then walked into the station to buy a drink. Realizing that he was hungry, Booth picked up some chips and paid for them and the drink. Walking back to his truck, Booth looked around and decided to drive down the road to the Burger King and park in the parking lot. Once he'd accomplished that, Booth rolled down the windows of his truck, opened his bag of chip and picked through them. After eating one, Booth closed the bag and threw it onto passenger seat, watching the bag open and spill chips everywhere. Booth closed his eyes to see the surprised look on the face of the man he had shot that morning.

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Booth had been sitting in his truck for awhile when his phone rang. Taking the phone out of his jacket pocket, Booth looked at who was calling him. Knowing that he couldn't ignore the call, Booth answered the phone.

Hearing Booth answer the phone, Brennan said, "Booth, where are you? I called your office and I was told you went home. I drove home to be with you and I found out that you aren't here."

Frowning, Booth said, "I'm at Manassas."

Not understanding, Brennan said, "Manassas? Why are you at Manassas?"

Rubbing his left hand across his aching head, Booth said, "I went for a drive."

Still not understanding, Brennan said, "But why Manassas? Are you all right?"

A little frustrated with Brennan's anxiety, Booth said, "Bones, I went for a drive. I'm alright. There isn't any reason for you to be worried. I'll be coming home in a little while. Alright?"

Sighing, Brennan said, "Of course, I understand. You wanted to be alone. I'll see you when you get home."

Before Brennan could end the call, Booth said, "I might be late."

Nodding her head, Brennan said, "Of course. I love you Booth."

Looking at the ring on his left hand, Booth said, "I love you too, Bones."

Ending the call, Booth set his phone on vibrate and placed it on the seat next to him and closed his eyes. The minute he closed them, he saw the surprised look on the face of the victim he had shot that morning.

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Booth is upset. What do you think? My story took a turn I wasn't expecting. It just happened. I hope you have patience with me. Thanks.