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Booth grabbed a beer from his fridge. After the day he had he certainly needed one—hell maybe he needed the whole case. It wasn't like there was anyone else there to drink them.

When Booth got home that night, Hannah was gone. She had grabbed all of her stuff and left—not even leaving a note. They had it out on the phone earlier and Booth wasn't really surprised that she had packed up and left. Some sort of notice would have been appreciated, though.

Booth had called Hannah earlier that day fuming at her for warning Brennan to stay away from him. He wasn't looking to break up with her—but maybe this was just the build from a long time coming. They had been growing increasingly strained as of late. Brennan's confession had put a lot of tension in apartment. Hannah was suspicious every time he went to work and was working to cleanse the apartment of Brennan—even the rotary phone that Hannah had bought Booth was shoved into the closet. It had been Brennan's idea after all. On the phone that day Booth had torn into her about all of it, but none of it was what finally put the nail into the coffin of their relationship.

Hannah had asked Booth again. "Are you in love with her, Seeley?"

"Yes and right now more than you," Booth hadn't thought about what he was saying.

"You're in love with her?" Hannah hadn't been expecting him to be so honest.

"What? No. I love her—but I'm not in love with her," Booth knew it was too late. He hadn't caught the in love part. Only the love part.

"You're in love with her," Hannah felt embarrassed and ashamed that she had been so blind for so long.

Booth had known it was his moment to say something—he could have gone for one last attempt to save them—but he just let her words hang there a moment before hearing her hang up. It was over. Hannah could never trust him to lover her only and maybe she was right. It wasn't a complete admittance but it was a slight one.

Booth's phone buzzed. Caroline.

"Hey, Caroline, what's up?" She typically only called Booth when there was something wrong.

"What's up? Well, I will tell you what is up—that baddie McEvil the Gravedigger has successfully won herself an appeals trial." Caroline had fought hard to put Heather Taffet away and this was certainly wrinkle in her Friday.

"McEvil?"

"Grey's Anatomy. Watch some TV, Cherie," After dropping that bomb she couldn't believe that's what stuck out in his mind. "I'm telling you this so you can get your squint squad ready. Make sure they bring their A-game."

"No problem, Caroline. I'll tell them too be ready."

"How's your girlfriend?"

The question caught Booth completely off guard. How did she go from the Gravedigger at one moment to asking about his relationship? "Uh… we broke up."

"I'm not talking about the blonde girl you've been shacking up with. I'm talking about Dr. Brennan," Caroline had always wanted Booth and Brennan to be together and was annoyed with how stupid they both were. "The last case took you both twice as long to close. Is your beautiful scientist slipping up?"

"Bones? No, she's fine," Booth wasn't sure if he should tell her that they had been working separately.

"Then you must be the one not on their game. Get it together, Cherie. If Heather Taffet walks you know who she's coming after. I don't want to be hearing about a good looking—but stupid—FBI agent being dug out of ditch."

Caroline hung up.

Booth couldn't tell what he was more upset about; the possibility of the Gravedigger going free or another relationship over. He had thought Hannah was going to be the one. She had healed him and cured his loneliness. Now that she was gone—he felt like all of his wounds had been torn open.

It was Brennan's fault. If she had just kept her mouth shut, he wouldn't be in this position of hating his life and downing his pain in beer. He had given her a chance—and it wasn't his fault if it took her a year to figure it out. She should have let him have this happiness.

Booth had finished his beer. It was fast but he still wasn't feeling it. It was time for another bottle.

UGG I"M SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!