Booth dropped into the seat, resting his head on the steering wheel and took a deep breath. He had never felt this hurt and heart broken, it was a new feeling to him. He heard Angela drop in the passenger seat, he heard her sniff and was grateful as she sat patiently while he come to terms with what had just happened.

"I really thought she would stay" frowned Booth, finally lifting his head off the steering wheel.

"Me too, sweetie" whispered Angela.

Booth suddenly felt Angela's warm hand in his, she gave him a gentle squeeze and smiled softly. Although, even Angela couldn't hide the hurt and emptyness that were penertrating her eyes. Angela let go of his hand, Booth started the car and began to drive out of the airport carpark. Occasionally, Booth looked up at the sky and wondered if Temperance was on any of the passing planes.

"She was just trying to help" said Booth, not taking his eyes of the road.

"What do you mean ?" asked Angela.

"She was protecting us from the Grave Digger, making sure we were safe so we didn't go through the hell she did. She wanted to catch that son of a bitch and make the world a better place, yet I avoided her" replied Booth, tears stinging his eyes.

"We all make mistakes" whispered Angela gently.

"Yeah ?! Well this was one pretty HUGE mistake, wasn't it ?" snapped Booth.

Angela looked down at her feet, Booth suddenly felt guilty for shouting at her. Angela was just trying to help, she understood the pain aswell as he did and she just wanted to make it easier for him.

"Im sorry, its just -"

"Don't you think I know that I've screwed up ? I've lost my best friend because I was selfish, I was more concerned of me getting hurt than her! I thought that I would wake up and loose her all over again, and I don't think I could of handled that" cried Angela, dropping her head into her hands.

Booth heard Angela cry, he had rarely seen her cry before. Booth continued to drive, he finally saw a cafe and pulled over. He parked outside the cafe, took of his seat belt and got out of the car, he walked around to the other side and helped Angela out. They walked into the cafe, Booth avoided Angela's eyes as he still felt rather guilty for snapping at her. Angela sat down at the table while Booth ordered two coffee's, when he returned he saw her wiping her eyes on a napkin. He sat down opposite her, passing her a steaming mug of coffee and began to drink his own. He burnt his mouth, he immediantly put his cup down and now knew that he had no excuse not to talk.

"Angela, Im sorry that I snapped at you. Im just hurting at the moment, like I know you are" mumbled Booth, rubbing the back of his kneck.

"Im sorry you had to see me break down" said Angela, giving a watery laugh.

"I was scared of loosing her again too. After I had thought she was dead, I realised that I had left all the words that I should of said unspoken and I felt empty. Then when she was alive, she kissed me and suddenly I was scared to get close incase I lost her again, I didn't want to go through the same pain" frowned Booth.

"I know, sweetie, I understand" smiled Angela weakly.

"And now it seems so stupid! I pushed her away and I lost her because of it, now Im back to feeling empty again" sighed Booth, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Do you think she'll come back, Booth ?" asked Angela, a shine of hope in her eyes.

"I don't know, Ange, I don't know" mumbled Booth.