She returned to her apartment in a stunned state, her mind was a whirl of confusion: Sully saying he loved her, asking her to effectively run away with him, and, oh yeah, Sully's accusation of Booth's feelings for her.
Booth was on the phone, luckily he hadn't noticed how phased she looked and felt. Booth clicked off the phone and faced Brennan. "Wendy Myers, that's the mistress. She's been staying at a motel outside Las Vegas for the last few weeks. Why don't you pack up some stuff and then we'll find her tomorrow."
She replied in a half trance, only partially hearing anything he had just said. "Er, sure."
"Hey, Bones?" He waved a hand in front of her face. "Are you alright? Where's Sully?" Booth asked, checking the corridor.
"Wait, pack up? Where am I going?" Brennan asked, snapping out of her daze.
"Bones, someone broke into your house and left you threatening messages, you're coming to stay with me." Booth reminded her.
He's in love with you. Sully's voice popped into her head. "What? No, I'll stay with Ange."
"Bones, I'd feel better if you stayed with me so I can keep an eye on you, I can't protect you at Angela's." He reasoned, slightly annoyed by her stubbornness.
"For the last time Booth, I don't need protecting. This," She signaled to the bedroom. "Just caught me a little off-guard. I'm fine."
"Hey, Bones –" Booth's tone hardening, before she cut him off.
"And don't call me Bones." She added, her volume increasing. He raised his hands defensively and stepped back. "I'll stay with Ange."
She went back into her bedroom, packed her overnight kit; phoned Angela who agreed to let her stay with her and blew past Booth without a word as the FBI agents invaded her apartment to investigate. Booth didn't follow her, though she half-expected him to.
The truth was, she wasn't really angry at Booth since he hadn't actually done anything wrong, but he just wouldn't back off; although she knew that his concern came from a good place, sometimes she wished he could just trust that she could take care of herself. She knew here was a deeper meaning there somewhere – her dream and what Sully had said, it had just confused her, so she had done what was typical and became angry instead. And she was angry at Sully. How could he think that… her relationships with Booth and Sully were completely different.
Sully is… She came up with nothing, and Booth is… Booth.
She arrived at Angela's apartment and with little but pleasantries to say, Ange quickly settled Brennan in the guest room and realizing she'd be tired, left it to her.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't sleep. She had expected that if she'd stayed with Booth, not only would Sully had blown a fuse, she wouldn't be able to sleep with the man who apparently loved her, sleeping in the next room. However, at Ange's, thoughts of Booth's feelings had no lesser impact on her than if she'd stayed with him, which was unexpected.
Booth and Sully swarmed about in her head. If she went with Sully, she'd be giving up her work, her friends and Booth, at least for a few months. If she didn't go with Sully, she would always wonder if Booth was the reason, and she'd be giving up a great relationship with future potential for a partnership with no future. She really cared for Sully, but she cared for Booth as well; it was like pitting her boyfriend against her best friend in a battle to the death. Her best friend who she dreamed of kissing… And so these thoughts went round and round in her head for hours, preventing her from much needed sleep. Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, she fell asleep from exhaustion alone.