It had never been so quiet in Booths SUV.

Booth was still furious at her.

How dare she tell me that my son was tortured and died?

Why would she scare me like that???

Well it doesn't matter, because I'm not going to forgive her for it.

EVER!!!


Brennan didn't know what to say.

I knew that he couldn't take it.

Which is exactly why I said it.

I know that I hurt him.

But... Damnit!!! It is his own fault.

He shouldn't have gotten drunk in the first place.

Why did he get drunk?

I mean, when I was in danger, he just did his work.

Why can't he do that now that Parker...

She gasped when a realization hit her.

He can't just do his work.

Because it is to personal.

When I dissapeared, it was just his work to find me.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Tears came to her.

She just let them fall.

She felt as if she'd just died inside.


Booth hadn't been surprised to hear her gasp.

After all, he was driving like a mad man.

She deserves it.

He thought that his driving had made her gasp and was waiting for a harsh comment on his driving.

When she didn't, he quickly glanced at her.


Why is she crying?

Booth instantly worried.

Yeah, okay.

She did scare the life out of me, and I still don't know why, but I know her.

She would never intentionally hurt me.

Maybe I was a bit harsh.

Ready to just apologize for dragging her out of his apartment and practically pushing her in the car, Brennan suddenly spoke.


"I'm sorry for telling you that Parker was dead and that he had been tortured."

She was fudgeting with her hair.

"I was only trying to get you to sober up as soon as possible."

She stopped and for the first time since he'd pushed her in the car, she looked at him and said.

"I know how personal this is for you, so I convinced Cullen to let you come too."


I wish I could have been there for that one.

Clash of the Titans.

Booth knew how persistent Cullen could be about not letting Agents work on cases that involved family members.

And he also knew how stubborn she could be when she had set herself a goal.

And apparently that goal was allowing me to help save my son.

At that moment Booth would have forgiven her the whole thing, when she started crying again.

He looked back at her and said in a soft, gentle voice:

"Hey, I'm not mad at you. Not anymore."

"You were only trying to help."

He chuckled.

"And it worked."

She nodded, but she was still crying.


"Why are you still crying?"

"It's nothing, I just..."

She sighed, ran her hands through her hair and said:

"Never mind."


He didn't put up with it.

"No, don't shut me out. Tell me."

Without thinking she just answered.

"I was just thinking about why you were drunk. You didn't get drunk when I was kidnapped."

"But that was different. Parker is family."

Booth nodded, agreeing with her.

Off course it is different. He's my son, my own flesh and blood.

Booth smiled, happy that everything was cleared up between them.

Until he heard those last sentences.


"Parker is family, that makes it personal. I'm just your partner. It was your job to find me."

"Nothing more, nothing less."