Chapter 11- Broken feelings

Three weeks later…

Brennan crossed and uncrossed her legs, and felt the restlessness in the building. It was a slow summer night for the her and Booth, not a frequent occurrence. Everyone had been taking advantage of this, and catching up on paperwork. Except for Brennan, she'd been distracted by her partner, Booth. His brown eyes gazing intently at the papers on his desk, his shirt rolled up to expose his muscled forearms. She stood.

"Want more coffee Booth?" Brennan said bluntly, "I'm getting more."

"Sure," Booth replied without looking up.

Brennan sighed quietly and grabbed their mugs off his desk. She crossed the room and poured Booth coffee and made herself more decaf tea. After grabbing two packets of sugar for herself, she carefully picked up the mugs, which were a little too full. She traversed the room a little more carefully, and set the mugs down.

"Thanks," Booth grabbed his mug and took a sip. "Uh huh," Brennan sat back down. She felt like banging her head against the desk. It was horrible to keep a secret like the one she did. No one could know that she was in love with her partner. Hannah had left him 2 years ago. He was just getting over the shock and heartache of the sudden departure, even if it was 2 years ago.

Brennan reached for her mug, and somehow managed to spill hot tea all down her front.

"Dammit!" She snapped. Booth looked up for the first time in hours, "What?" Brennan sighed with a frown. "I spilled my tea." She stood up and walked to the locker room. Brennan opened her locker, stripped out of the Tea-stained shirt, and found a new one. As she was putting it on, she heard the door open.

Hastily doing up the top buttons; she turned around. It was Booth. "We've got a case." He told her with a slight smile.

The rest of the team was waiting for them. "A girl was raped and left at the Park," Camille said, "She's at the hospital now. Brennan, Booth; go talk to her." "Sure," Booth grabbed his coat.

In the car, Brennan turned the radio on. Booth abruptly switched it off. "You never listen to the radio," he said, "What's up?" his voice was soft but sincere. "Nothing," she lied, "I just don't like the quiet right now." Her voice shook slightly.

"We could talk," Booth suggested, "That's what we usually do." "I guess…what you want to talk about?" Brennan rubbed her thigh nervously.

"Oh, I don't know," She swallowed the lump in her throat, "Hear from Hannah?" Brennan avoided his eyes as she asked. "No, I don't think that she will. I think this time she's gone for good." Booth frowned slightly.

"Oh Booth, I'm sorry it's probably my fault that she had left you," Brennan felt tears burning. "How about your son Booth?" She asked keeping tears at bay.

"It's not your fault Bones, why would you think that?" He asked as he noticed a single tear roll down her cheek.

"Ever since that case, where I had to pretend to be a hooker to save you, I saw Hannah right after I left. I'm so sorry Booth; I told her what had happened." She wiped another tear that rolled down her cheek. Booth tapped his thumb on the staring wheel as he let out a soft sigh.

"It's not your fault Bones; it was going to happen any way." He smiled at her briefly as he looked at her for a second. Brennan sighed replying. "Okay." She wasn't going to start a fight.

"So have you seen the game yesterday?" Booth asked her with a smile. Brennan brushed off her tears and smiled back at him. "Nope, I had no time for TV, how about you Booth?" She asked smiling at him.

Brennan chuckled at her partner's attempt. Seconds later, they pulled into the hospital parking lot.

Their victim was young, sixteen, maybe twenty. She had bleached blonde hair, and icy blue eyes. But now, the life was gone from her eyes, and her hair was messed up and choppy. Booth looked down at the patient file. "Joanna," he said soothingly, "I'm Booth, this is my partner Brennan, and I'm an FBI agent. Can you tell us what happened to you?"

Joanna sniffed looking blankly at Brennan at first before she turned her head away from them. Brennan walked up to her bed standing next to her bed. "It will be okay, tell us what happened." Booth stood where he had entered.

"I can't." Joanna breathed. Brennan placed a gentle hand on her. Joanna flinched as Brennan's hand touched her shoulder. "Don't touch me!" She snapped turning around looking sight at Booth.

Brennan pulled back quickly as Joanna sat up and began to cry. "I hate this part; I wish that this would be over." She cried as Brennan tried to sooth her enough to talk. Finally after about an hour Joanna decided to share with Brennan and Booth what had happened to her.

Joanna sniffled, "I was walking home. A man pulled up next to me."

"He was in a car?" Booth asked. Joanna nodded. Brennan waited for her partner to finish writing, and then asked, "Did you see the license plate?"

"Not really, it was too dark to see any thing. I got a brief glimpse. It started with BL and ending with 12 I think. I'm sorry. I can't, didn't see it." She stuttered.

"It's okay Joanna." Brennan told her with a smile. "Do you know what kind of car it was?" Booth asked gently. She felt tears burning as her shock her head. "Should I know?" Joanna asked Booth as tears started to roll down her cheeks.

Booth felt sorry for her and he gently asked her the question in a different way. "No, it was too dark. But I know it was a van."

"Alright," Brennan closed the file, "I'm going to need you to tell us what happened to you. Just take it slow. Where were you walking home from?" Booth asked. Joanna took a deep breath. "From my dance class, it's only a couple blocks away from home. This guy pulled up next to me in the car, and asked if I wanted a ride. I said no and started walking again faster that time. Then, someone grabbed me and pulled me into the back." Her voice cracked. "There was another person?" Booth's tone changed a little. "Yeah, I guess," Joanna's fingers clenched and unclenched nervously. "Was it a man or a woman?" Brennan asked gently. "Another man. He's the one that raped me." Joanna let out a deep sigh forcing tears back.

"Did you get a good look at his face?" Brennan asked.

"No, he was wearing a sweater with the hood pulled over his face and he had sunglasses." Joanna shocked her head slightly.

"How about the driver?" Booth asked with the pen to his lips. "Yeah, I saw him," Joanna paused to think, "He was white, about twenty, short blonde hair, and dark eyes." Booth looked up from the notepad, "Did he have any scars or tattoos?" "No." Joanna cleared her throat.

Brennan poured Joanna a glass of water, "What happened to you after the second man grabbed you?" Joanna sniffled again, ignoring the water, "He pinned me down, pulled my pants and underwear down, and he raped me." She looked at them with a slight annoyed gaze.

"Did everything happen in the van?" Booth asked. "Yes," tears welled up in Joanna's eyes, "Don't you believe me?" She cried out. "We believe you Joanna," Brennan said, "Is that everything?" She asked Joanna. "Am, uh, I don't know." Joanna said nodding. Brennan reached inside her coat, "Joanna, here's Booth's card. Call if you remember anything." "Okay." Joanna breathed as Brennan and Booth walked out of her room.

On the way out, Brennan said, "You didn't have to grill her like that." "I wasn't grilling her!" Booth argued. "She's been traumatized, and you weren't exactly helping." Booth stared at his partner, "What's gotten into you Bones?" "I'm sorry," she shoved her hands into her pockets, "It seems like we're fighting a battle we can't win. For every rapist we put away, there are five more out there, hurting people. What's the point of this?"

They walked the rest of the way to the car in silence. Once inside, Booth said, "We help people."

That night….

Brennan spent the night on a cot in the makeshift sleeping quarters off the lab. She tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable on the lumpy mattress. But she knew that if she went home, she'd just end up sitting around feeling sorry for herself. "Why do I have to feel this way?" she asked herself.The door opened a crack. Brennan wiped her eyes and sat up. Camille stood in the doorway. "I saw you come in here," she said, "Are you alright?" "Yeah, fine," she lied. "Temp, what's up with you tonight?" "I'm fine Cam," she assured him. "Alright," Camille clearly didn't believe her, but she wasn't going to press it.

The door closed, and Brennan lay down again. This time, she was able to get mildly comfortable, and soon fell into a dreamless sleep.

Booth drove home, wondering about Brennan. She'd never snapped at him like that before, and it worried him. "Did I do something?" he wondered silently.

He pulled into the driveway, got out of his car, and went inside. There weren't any lights on, which didn't do much for Booth's coordination. He bumped into a coffee table, that he could've sworn was at least another foot to the left, and swore loudly.

Finally after five painful blind hits he found and turned on the light. "Oh what I do?" He asked himself through gritted teeth, rubbing his crossed the living room with a bit more ease and straight upstairs to his bedroom.

In bed, where he lay awake for hours. All he did was wonder what he possibly could have done to upset his partner like that.

The next morning….

Brennan woke up to the sound of the first people coming into the lab. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair and smoothed out her clothes. Operating on about three hours of sleep, Brennan walked into the far-too-bright lab room.

Squinting from the sudden light change, she slowly made her way to the coffeepot. There was fresh tea starting to be made, just the thing she needed.

"You all right Temp?" a familiar voice asked behind her.

"Huh?" she turned around slowly, it was Angela, "Yeah, fine."

"Okay," she raised an eyebrow.

She poured herself a hot cup of tea, careful not to spill it. Brennan crossed the room and up the stairs, to her desk, where she discovered a note.

Bones,

Sorry for anything I might've done.

Booth

Her heart ached at the sight of his handwriting, many of the letters half-connected. Reading those words was almost too much. She crumpled up the note and threw it in the nearest trashcan.

"We have any leads?" she asked Hodgins.

"Nothing'," came the half-hearted reply.

"Great." She sighed frowning.

The lab doors opened. Booth came in, looking pretty bad. There were dark circles under his eyes, and he obviously hadn't shaved.

"You look like hell," Brennan smirked.

"You're one to talk," Booth retorted, "You spend the night here?"

"Yeah, I did." Brennan sighed.

"Why?" Booth asked her when she gave him a shocked looked.

"Not your concern." Brennan sneered.

She turned her eyes down to some papers.

"What happened to us?" Booth's voice drew her gaze upward, "We used to talk about everything. Now, it's like I'm talking to a wall."

"I just don't feel like talking," Brennan replied.

"Let me know when you do." He told her with a frown.

Five weeks later…

Brennan finally had enough. She went and found Camille and told her that she wanted to resign. Camille looked at her shocked as she asked, "Why,"

With a annoyed sigh Brennan said, "Because I have enough of this tension with Booth,"

"What happened," Camille asked.

"Does it matter," Brennan asked frowning.

"No. But it would help," She answered Brennan folding her arms across her chest.

Brennan took a deep breath rubbing her growing bump as she asked, "Help who,"

"Never mind, here," Camille handed her the official resignation form as she said, "I hope your making the right decision,"

Brennan frowned as she folded up the form and stuffed it into her packet. "Okay Camille," She said then left the building.

An hour later, Brennan sat at her desk, staring at a single sheet of paper. It was an official resignation form. The fact that the AC was out didn't help the guilty heat that she felt coursing through her body.

"Can I really do this?" she asked herself, "Can I leave…for good?" The question remained in the back of her mind for the rest of the week.

It has been eight weeks ever since Brennan told Camille that she was resigning. She sat on her couch reading a book when she heard a frantic knock on her apartment door. With an annoyed groan she set down her book on the couch and got up to answer the door. When she opened the door she gasped at the site of him.

"Bones, where have you been?" Booth asked inquisitively.

Brennan shifted her weight to her right leg as she said, "Don't worry Booth I have been busy that's all." Her voice dropped slightly. Booth sensed that it wasn't the real reason. "Brennan you can tell me if you have a problem." He closed the door behind him as she sat on the arm of the couch.

"I'm fine, nothing wrong, no problem Booth." Brennan's voice shook.

Booth sat next to her and patting her back gently. "Bones I know that this isn't the truth. You are hiding the real problem." His voice was soft but firm. Brennan glared at him and sighed. "How would you know?" She snapped. Booth stood up and leaned against the wall.

"I know you Bones, I know when there's something wrong." He told her with a strained smirk.

Brennan heisted and though about it for a second, should she tell him that she wants to resign. Leave and never look back on her past. Booth was always there for her, through everything.

"Okay you're right, I have a problem." Her voice shook again.

"What is it? You can tell me Bones." Booth embraced her in a hug. Brennan squeezed him tight and than whispered into his ear, "I have wanted to resign." Her voice cracked and she felt tears burning. Booth gasped in surprise but never letting go he said, "Please Bones, don't leave the lab. I'd miss, we'd miss you terribly."

Brennan suddenly broke down in tears. Her tears socked into Booth's shoulder. "It's okay Bones; I'll make the right decision. But please promise me to think about staying." Brennan nodded sniffing as she looked into his eyes that were lightly wet.

"I promise." She told him as she leaned against his chest. Booth rubbed her arm gently to sooth her as she cried.

The sun wasn't even up yet when Brennan ran through the forest near her house. Her heart racing and adrenaline rush was pumping wildly through her veins. The cool breeze kept her on her toes; Brennan couldn't keep her feet on the ground. There were times she believed that she could fly.

Booth was on his morning jog when he caught a glimpse of her running in the distance. He ran in the direction she was. Brennan seemed possessed. Booth decided to catch up to her. At first she wasn't aware that he was behind her.

"Bones," Booth called to her as he was close enough to her. She was wearing a pink metallic buttoned tank top with black low rise skinny jeans and Nike snickers.

Booth reached out and grabbed her by the arm stopping her.

"Booth?" She asked him confused. Booth brushed strands of her hair away from her face as he asked. "Bones are you okay?"

Brennan softly patted his chest. "I'm terrific and our baby, thank you." Her voice rose as she finished the sentence. Booth looked at her concerned. "You're drunk." He said holding on to her as she pressed her body against his. "Why you say that?" She asked tracing his lower lip with her finger. Booth gently grabbed her hand and forced her to stand on her own.

"What happened last night?" Booth sounded serious. Brennan laughed. "I'm not drunk. Why would I be? I'm pregnant." She felt her heart in her throat.

"Your acting strange, drunk like." Booth told her as she took a deep breath before she walked up closer to him. They were inches away from each other.

"I realized something last night Booth." Brennan conveyed with a smile.

Booth took her wrists into his hands as her lips where inches away from his. "What?" He breathed.

Brennan's eyes locked with his. "I'm in love with you Booth." Booth was touched by her admitting her love for him. He felt his heart start to race and his pulse to quicken. They both felt the sudden rush of adrenaline.

Booth leaned in and his lips touched hers. Brennan felt the electricity that erupted under her skin as his lips touched. Adrenaline coursed through their veins. Each feeling what was forbidden for so long. It was like a switch was flipped, they where lip locked in a heated passionate kiss. Neither of them wanted this to end. It felt like heaven.

Booth pushed Brennan against the tree kissing her down her neck. She moaned as he trailed kisses down to her cleavage. His hands latched onto the buttons of her pink metallic tank. Brennan cocked her head back as he unbuttoned her tank and trailed more kisses farther down her breasts.

When he finally reached the bottom of her tank where her bra started he undid the clasp of her bra and exposed her breasts. Her nipples hardened as the cool breeze blew over her bare skin. Brennan groaned as he gently squeezed her nipples with his fingers. Brennan felt so loved right now. She removed his hands from her breasts and kissed him deeply as he pulled his shirt off.

"You bad boy." Brennan said chuckling as he pulled her into his embrace. Booth smiled at her as she leaned there against the tree. "I love you too." He finally said as he covered her breast up again. The bra clasp was still open. "We should save it for the bedroom." She said as he kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Brennan drew that hook of her bra through the clasp. Booth pushed his body against hers pinning her to the tree. "I want you." He told her as she kissed him deeply. "I know you do." She whispered into his ear as he pulled away.

Booth put on his shirt and leaned against the tree as she turned around to look at him. "Where you really going to?" She asked him sounding excited. Booth's heat was still racing from the encounter. "Yeah, you really turn me on." He told her with a soft kiss to the cheek. Brennan knew that he defiantly turned her on.

"Good, when we get to the bedroom, show me how much I turn you on." Brennan blew into his ear.

Booth felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "I will, you can count on that." His voice was firm but soft. Their hearts finally managed to calm down. "Okay." Brennan said as Booth grabbed her hand. They walked around the city hand in hand.