The funeral service was long and plain dreadful. Jane could barely look at Hank's wife or his children during the entire thing, planning to leave right after they lowered his casket into the ground. However, she died a little when Hank's wife approached her and Angela. Hesitantly, she looked up at her, but quickly looked away again in shame.

"Jane," she began, but her voice cracked.

Hank's wife, Lisa, was a beautiful woman. She was a little frail looking, but it somehow suited her. Lisa was a delicate woman, but Jane wished she would yell at her, slap her, just something; Jane knew that Lisa blamed her to some extent. Everyone tried to convince her otherwise, but Jane knew. She could feel it, she could see it in those pale blue eyes; Lisa blamed her for being a widow. Lisa blamed her for making her children fatherless; blamed her for leaving her unborn son without the chance of ever getting to know his father.

"Jane, please don't blame yourself for this," Lisa said, trying to be strong. "Hank would never have blamed you. If anything, if you had been there that night, he would have sacrificed himself for you." There was an undertone of hatred when she uttered the last few words, making Jane flinch slightly. "His head was full of hot air, thinking he can protect everyone. You were no exception, Jane."

That didn't sound reassuring at all, nor did it sound as if she wasn't blaming her. Jane blinked, staring at Lisa blankly. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, taking a step back. Angela grabbed her cousin's arm to keep her from running, quickly saying, "Lisa, I'm terribly sorry for your loss. If there is anything we can do…"

Just then, it seemed like something snapped in Lisa.

Jane needed to be more careful about what she wished for…

Jane walked back to the car with Angela, but paused when Hodgins approached them with Booth and Bones in tow. He was wearing a grim look on his face, nodding at the two girls before glancing back at Booth, who took a step towards Jane. "Are you ready?" he asked in a low whisper.

Keeping her eyes on the grass, Jane nodded wordlessly. She felt Angela grab her hand tightly as they continued on their way to the cars. Leaning against a black sedan was Vincent with his hands in his pockets. His eyes were solely focused on Jane, making her tense slightly. He stood up when the small group in black approached, moving to say his final goodbye to Jane.

Just as she was going to take a step forward, Angela's grip on her cousin's hand tightened. Jane paused and looked into her cousin's teary eyes, wishing there was something else they could do, but this was their only option. There was nothing else they could do.

Angela finally let go of her cousin's hand, allowing her to move to Vincent. He leaned down, placing a kiss on her lips, which she returned before pulling away slightly.

"I already miss you," she murmured, her fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth; she couldn't tell him what she really wanted to say, but Vincent understood perfectly well what she meant.

Cupping her face, he traced her sad smile with his thumb. She winced slightly, the slap from Lisa still stinging a bit, but it was more out of embarrassment than pain. "I love you too," he replied softly. His eyes went to the chain around her neck, most of it was tucked under her shirt, but he smiled at the thought of her keeping it with her. With one last kiss, he pulled away from her just as a tall brunette dressed in a black coat and jeans walked over.

With a simple nod between her and Jane, Jane did her best to hold back her tears as she followed the FBI agent to another black sedan not too far from where they were. She didn't look back until she reached the car.

Opening the door to the backseat of the sedan, Jane turned back and waved at the others, doing her best not to break down crying at the thought of leaving her life behind. Quickly, she got in, not wanting to think about it anymore, but it was all she could think about.

Trying to relax into the leather seat, Jane pulled out the necklace from under her shirt. Simply holding the ring in her hand felt a bit calming, even though she lied to everyone about the fact that she would be back.

"Ready?" The agent asked, pulling Jane out of her thoughts.

Jane nodded wordlessly.

The agent nodded, turning to start the car.

'It is mass chaos over at the Oak Hill Cemetery.' A middle aged reporter behind a desk had a grim look on her face as she continued. 'A car has just blown up and there were two people in the car, according to witnesses. Let's tune into Kathy, who is at this tragic scene.'

The scene suddenly switched from the reporter behind the desk, to a woman standing somewhat composed with a fire truck not far behind her and a charred car in pieces, all of it surrounded by yellow tape and policemen to keep people back.

Walking into his dirty, cramped living room, he watched the reporter tensely.

'They haven't identified who was in the car, but there were two females in the car when the car bomb set off according to witnesses.'

"Who were they?" he growled, trying to scan the crowd held back by the police and yellow tape. He was trying to find her face; the only face that mattered to him, but the camera man wasn't focusing on the group, but instead on the ugly woman talking shrilly about everything that was going on.

'One of the women seems to have been severely burned and is being rushed to the hospital, but there is no news about the other one. We can only hope for the best, but as you can see from the scene behind me-' the camera zoomed in on what it could. There were ambulances, firefighters, and police officers, but the camera quickly switched back to the woman '-that there may be little chance of survival.' Just then, one of the ambulances zoomed past in the background, forcing the reporter to turn and watch.

He also watched his heart stopping for a second when the other ambulance on the scene stayed where it was…

"Which woman was it?" he asked, thinking the reporter would answer him. "Which woman was it? Who was it?" He threw the remote at the screen before turning, grabbing his jacket, and heading out.

Angela was screaming, trying to run to the car, but Booth and Hodgins held her back. The sounds of people shouting in surprise and fear was coming from all sides, but none of it reached Vincent as he stood there in shock.

Vincent fell to his knees, his eyes focused on the thing that used to be a car. That thing that Jane had gotten into with the FBI agent that was supposed to take her away from this mess. Everyone had told him she was going to be fine, but she was dead. She was just taken away from him not for just a few months or a few years, but forever.

There was a knock at his door, something that has been a rarity since Jan broke it off with him a few days after the death of her manager. Walking to his door, he opened it without even looking out of the small peephole only to stand there in shock at the person standing there before him.

She was beautiful even if she looked deathly pale and tired. However, he had to stop himself from pulling her into his arms without any intention of letting her go.

"Jane," he said, holding back from reaching out to her.

"Vincent…" She looked up at him, but didn't say another word when his lips came crashing down onto hers. Without thinking, Jane wrapped her around his neck, pulling him in deeper as his hands wrapped around her body to pull her close to him. They stayed that way until they ran out of air, forcing them to pull back to breathe.

Looking down at her, he could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn't there to make-up. She was there to tell him something bad, forcing him to pull away from her in fear and anxiety. If she was there just to rip his heart to pieces again, Vincent knew he wouldn't be able to handle it.

Seeing him withdraw from her like that, Jane took a step back as if it was a physical blow. "Vincent, it's not what you think. I…-"

"I don't want to hear it Jane," he said quickly, cutting her off. "I can't hear it."

"But…"

"Please, don't," he begged.

"I need you to know that today, after Hank's funeral…," she paused, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. Eventually, she choked out, "I'm leaving."

"What?" he coughed.

"Booth and Sweets agree that it is the best thing for me, at least until they catch the guy," she explained, or at least tried to. The words came out jumbled and disjointed as she went, only stopping to breathe. However, she glanced up at him, wishing she never came to DC and met him.

Hurting Vincent was the last thing she wanted to do, but for some reason, it has been all she has been doing since she met him. Yes, her original plan was to have fun with him and then dump without a second thought, but those stupid emotions got in the way.

He fell for her, and she fell for him, unfortunately.

Even though she broke up with him, it hurt her even more than expected. She almost convinced herself that it was only because of Hank's death, but she knew it was more than that, unfortunately…

"I love you," she blurted before she could even stop herself.

Vincent blinked, his mouth open since he was caught off guard. He could she was clearly surprised herself since her eyes were wide the moment she uttered the words. It felt like ages before either tried to say anything, but it was really only a minute.

"What?" Vincent asked in disbelief.

"Well," she swallowed nervously, picking at her cuticles out of habit. "I think I love you…"

"Two-thirds of people report that they fall in love with someone they've known for some time versus someone that they just met," Vincent spouted like his usual self.

"Look who's being the reasonable one now," Jane forced a chuckle to hide a sob.

Without warning, Vincent swooped down for a kiss, but Jane kept him there to elongate the kiss. She needed him, wanted him. The idea of being apart from him too long hurt her more than Hank's death had.

She was tired of being alone, running away from anything that could hurt her. After Hank's death and ending things with Vincent, she was sure there was nothing in this world that could hurt her anymore.

Before either knew it, they were stumbling towards his bedroom, tossing articles of clothing along the way. By the time they made it to the bed, Jane lying on her back while Vincent teasingly kissed her everywhere except for her lips, a cell phone went off. However, neither cared much about it as they left the terrible world behind, losing themselves completely in the moment.

She had promised him she would come back. She had promised him that she would never forget him. She had promised him that she would always keep the necklace no matter what. She had promised…

And now she was gone.

Sorry, NaNoWriMo took over...not that I have been able to write much. Stupid college...heheheheheh...blah.

Alright, thank you to my reviewers and readers. Please review...this was difficult to write and I doubt I actually pulled it off as I wanted to...please, review. Opinions really matter to me. If you're confused, please tell me so I can try to fix it.

Oh dear, there is a bit of problem. Some people think that this is over, but let me just tell you, the story is not over. It's FAR from over. Trust me. If ya'll are still interested, just keep on reading as I try to post ASAP.