"She knows. She has copies of the route I am following to get there. We've made arrangements. I'll be okay, Booth," she reassured quietly. "I just need some time."

"Time and space?"

Brennan flashed back to their conversation outside the bar. When Booth had made the decision to not rescue his brother any longer. "Yes, Booth. Time and space."

Turning away from her, he grabbed the broken bottle from the sink and threw it into the recycling bin. This shouldn't be bothering him quite so much. He had moved on. Hannah was waiting for him at home. Yet the woman behind him had been a constant presence for several years. He wasn't sure how to live without her anymore.

Brennan could see the tension in his shoulders, but she made no move toward him. A single touch and she would break. Would call the museum and tell them she'd changed her mind. "You need to leave, Booth. I have a long way to go in the morning." The combination of alcohol and this conversation made her ill. She wanted to go to sleep.

Booth opened his mouth to ask another question, but stopped when he saw the determination in his partner's eyes. Ex-partner, his mind corrected before he silenced the little voice. "Six months," he said roughly. He moved toward the door but made sure she could see what was in his eyes. She wasn't the only one who could be stubborn.

"Booth," she said softly.

"No," he answered, opening the door. "You have six months. If I don't hear from you before then, I'm coming to find you. And no one will stop me."