She opens her eyes and looks around. Feeling disoriented, and confused she closes her eyes and reopens them to discover darkness. She feels something under her head. She realizes that it's to hard be a pillow. She looks up and finds a face. He feels her moving.
"What time is it?" she asks.
"I don't know I can't see the clock it's too dark," he tells her.
"Turn on the light," she tells him.
She hears a lamp flip on. She quickly closes her eyes when they are exposed to the light. She reopens them and stares up at him.
"What time is it?"
"16 minutes past midnight,"
"What is today?" she asks with a foggy recollection.
"May 20th," he tells her.
"What?"
"It's May 20th,"
"What are you doing here?"
"I brought you home,"
"Oh. Why am I laying on you?"
"I told you to get comfortable do you want me to move?"
"No don't go anywhere,"
"Are you ok?" he asks.
"No," she answers quietly realizing what's happening.
"Did you sleep well?"
"I had a really nice dream,"
"About what?"
"Nothing it was nothing,"
"Was it a sex dream?" he jokes.
"No... not really,"
"So are you going to talk to me?"
"About what?"
"I don't know whatever it is that's bothering you,"
"I don't know if I can do this anymore,"
"Do what?"
"Be your partner,"
"Why?"
"I think that... I just can't,"
"What do you mean? I don't understand,"
"I can't be your partner anymore,"
"Why not?"
"You just you wouldn't understand,"
"Well you could try to explain it to me,"
"Don't make this any harder than it is,"
"What do you mean?"
She sits up.
"I think that you should go," she tells him.
"Wait Bones I..."
"Don't call me that,"
"Temperance please just explain this to me. We're a partnership, a team. You're the yin to my yang. Just don't do this..."
"I have to. I can't be your partner anymore,"
"Why not? You're the Scully to my Mulder,"
"I still don't understand what that means. Look Booth I think that you should go,"
"I'm confused. You beg me to take you home, and then you insist that I leave,"
"I'm complicated, go figure,"
"But..."
"Please, please just go," she implores.
"Fine," he agrees as she stands up from the couch. He slowly walks to the door. As he turns the knob he turns and looks at her. She pretends to be emotionless, she holds it in. The second that she hears the door close she loses it. Tears roll freely down her cheek.
She asks herself, "I'm Scully to his Mulder what does that even mean?"
Being a woman of action she furiously searches for her keys. When she finds them she grabs her bag and heads out of the apartment. She shuts and locks the door behind her. She gets into her car and drives to a local video store. She's nearly shaking as she walks into the store.
"Can I help you ma'am?" A teenaged boy asks her.
"Uh yes... I hope so. Do you know Mulder and Scully?"
"You mean the X-files,"
"Yes. Do you have them?"
"Have what?"
"The DVD's,"
"Yeah which ones?"
"I don't know. What do you mean which ones?"
"Which season?"
"All of them,"
"All of them?"
"Yes that's what I said,"
"There are nine seasons. It would probably take you 8 or 9 days straight to watch them,"
"That's fine,"
He leads her several aisles into the store. "Are you sure that you want them all? They aren't cheap," he tells her.
"That's fine. I have money don't worry about it,"
"Ok," the young man pulls them all off the shelf.
He carefully walks to the counter with them, and sits them down.
"You're lucky you know. Most places don't have all of the seasons, but my boss is kind of a sci-fi freak so he makes sure that we're always fully stocked,"
"Uh huh,"
"Will that be all?" he questions.
"Yeah," she tells him.
"Ok," he rings her up.
He puts the box sets into two bags. He tells her the total. She quickly swipes her credit card, and erratically scrawls her name on the screen.
"There you go have a nice day,"
When she gets into her car she sits the merchandise in her passenger's seat. She puts the keys in the ignition, and comes to the realization that she doesn't have a T.V. much less a DVD player. She groans, and pulls out of her space. She drives a few blocks and stumbles on a mall. She parks hastily, and sloppily in the parking lot. She grabs a blanket from the back seat and tosses it over the bags. She grabs her purse, and runs into the mall. She finds a department store, and quickly heads for the electronics department. She sees several T.V.s she feels lost as she stares at them. She finds a T.V. DVD combo. She grabs the box from the shelf, and goes to the check out line. The cashier looks surprised when she sees Temperance carrying the huge box across the store. She checks out and hurries out of the store. She pops the trunk of her vehicle and puts the TV in the back. She slams it shut, and heads home.
The following morning at the Jeffersonian: Angela is waiting on Temperance when she runs into Cam.
"Hey Cam do you know where Dr. Brennan is?"
"She's on vacation,"
"What? She doesn't go on vacation,"
"She took two weeks vacation,"
"Where?" Angela questions.
"I haven't the slightest, she didn't say,"
"Have you seen Booth?"
"Not yet do you think that he knows where she is?"
"I hope so,"
Angela walks away, and flips open her phone. She dials Booth.
"Booth?" he answers after nearly half a dozen rings.
"Hey it's Angela,"
"What do you need? Is something wrong?"
"No not really..."
He cuts her off, "So why are you calling me?"
"Why are you so crabby?"
"What do you want?"he questions.
"Do you know where Temperance is?"
"What do you mean? Isn't she there?"
"No. Cam told me that she took two weeks worth of vacation,"
"I don't know where she is,"
"Do you know why she went on vacation? Do you think it was because of the thing with Zack?"
"I don't think so Angela,"
"So what is it about?"
"I think that she's mad at me,"
"Why would you think that?"
"Last night..."
"You took her home last night didn't you?"
"Yeah..."
"Did you guys finally you hook up?"
"No nothing of the sort happened,"
"Wait so why do you think that she's mad at you?"
"She told me that she doesn't want to be my partner anymore,"
"Why?"
"I don't know,"
"Uh oh. I've got to go," she hangs up.
Ten seconds later she finds herself dialing Temperance. There is no answer. Everyone becomes concerned when she doesn't answer her phone. They all assume that she has gone somewhere so noone thinks to check her apartment.
