When the Jeffersonian vehicle pulled up to the crime scene, Booth could feel the anticipation in his body, and knew that if she stepped out of the vehicle, that everything would be fine. If she stepped out of that van, then nothing would have changed, and all of the words that had been spoken the day before would have been out of emotion and forgotten, and they would just get back to the way things were supposed to be.

He watched the van come to a stop, as he took a step forward, and waited in trepidation as Cam climbed from the driver's side.

"Hey, Seeley." She said, walking toward him with a curious look on her face, but his attention was on the van, as he watched the passenger side door open. His heart sunk into his stomach when he saw Wendell climbing from the van, and his eyes must have held a look of desperation when he turned to face Cam.

"Doctor Brennan said she's out on this one." Cam said, watching as Booth tried to regain his composure from his look of obvious disappointment. "What did you do to piss her off this time, Seeley?"

"None of your business, Camille." Booth said back, glancing back at Wendell, he attempted to pretend that this was all routine for him. "Hey, Wendell. Body is over here." He said with a nod, pulling out his small notebook, he walked with Cam and Wendell to the body.

Booth stood over the body while Cam and Wendell worked on some scene specific details. Booth wrote in his notebook and watched them talk while he took notes.

"Looks like blunt force trauma."

"So… murder." Booth replied.

"Not necessarily."

"So you're saying he just hit himself over the head with something?" Booth asked incredulously.

Wendell looked up at the agent and gave a humored smile. "No, I'm just saying we can't rule anything out. You okay, Booth?"

"I'm fine." He grunted. "Thanks. Just… let me know if there's anything else I should know." He said, turning around.

"Where are you going?" Cam asked, looking up at his retreating form.

"I've got things to do." He said, waving at them as he walked away, he trudged back to the SUV.

Cam looked to Wendell and they exchanged a look. "I wonder what happened." Wendell said to Cam as she continued to look at the body and obtain evidence.

"Mr. Bray… guts, slime… rotting corpses… I can handle that… but Booth and Brennan's relationship? That's one set of remains that I think I'll pass on." She said as she stood up and glanced to the other techs. "I need the body, surrounding samples, photos… and the plastic the body is wrapped up in… send it all to the Jeffersonian." She said, watching the tech nod, she looked down to Wendell. "You ready?" She asked. The intern nodded and smirked as he stood up, pulling his gloves off, as he followed Cam back to the van.

Booth drove from the crime scene and headed back toward the city. He didn't feel like going back to his office, and he couldn't go home, so he spent some time driving and thinking, trying to clear his head. His mind was still reeling about the conversation he and Brennan had the day before, and knowing that she almost went through with the insemination procedure without talking to him made him shudder. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror, his eyes looked tired, and he realized that he hadn't even shaved that morning. He wondered for a moment what was happening to himself, that a day ago he could be so put together, but one afternoon of the truth from his partner, and he was a nervous wreck.

He wondered how she was doing, whether she was wondering or worried about his decision. He wondered if she was sleeping well, if she was upset with him, or angry. He couldn't say that he had been surprised to see Wendell showing up in place of her, but he couldn't say he was very happy with that fact, and wondered if she would be getting involved in the case at all.

He drove toward the Hoover, his phone ringing just as he got to the parking garage, and he lifted the phone without a second thought. "Booth."

"Hey, you." Hannah's voice worked its way through the line, and she sounded especially cheery.

"Hey." He said, smiling into the line, he felt a bit anxious talking to her, and he wasn't sure why. He paused on the line and waited for her to reply.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He replied, his tone was a bit odd, and he noticed it. If he noticed it, then she obviously noticed it, though she didn't let on.

"I'm going to be home tonight."

Home.

"Oh." He replied. "Good, I've missed you." He said, his convincing tone lacking its credible edge. "I'm just getting back from a crime scene."

"Ah… another case?"

"Yes."

"Say hello to Temperance for me." There was a long, awkward pause on the line, and Hannah listened for a moment. "I'll see you tonight?"

"See you tonight." Booth said, trying to sound positive, but knowing that the thoughts on his mind would be a hindrance.

"I love you."

"Love you too." Booth replied, the words slipping from his lips as more of a habit than anything else. He pressed the 'end' button on the phone, and he dropped the phone on the passenger seat and pulled into his parking space. He pulled the car into park and stared out of the windshield at nothing. He pulled out the small notebook that he had used to write notes on, and flipped open to the notes he had taken at the crime scene. He then turned the page to the next blank page, pulling his pen from his pocket, he drew a line through the middle. On one side, he wrote 'Hannah', the other he left blank. He knew who that side was for, and he knew he'd need all of the space he could get for her.