A/N: I feel like the pressure is on and if I don't make this a good ending, you guys are gonna spit in my face or somethin' lol. I tried REALLY hard, but the previous chapter about Max and Booth came easily. It was just random. I don't want to disappoint, so SORRY if I mess this up.

Hope you like the chapter. :)

Brennan slammed the door as her father stepped out.

He didn't know everything, despite his thoughts to the contrary, Brennan hated when her father got cocky and acted like a know-it-all. It was one thing for Booth to abandon her for his job, but to lie to her on top of that… no, she didn't believe it. Booth wasn't that cruel. He cared about her she couldn't deny that, he wouldn't have done all those things in the past if he didn't care somewhat about her.

She paced the floor of her apartment as she held back the seething anger.

An hour passed. Another knock on the door, made the irritation creep back into her voice. "GO AWAY, DAD!" she called out.

A small squeak replied through the closed door. "It's not him… it's me!"

The voice made her stomach crash with undoubting knots. DAMN!

"I don't want to see you either," she called back, this time her voice was uncertain and less forceful.

"Please, Bones… I won't stay if you don't want me to, just open the door and take this…" he begged.

Brennan moved to the door and looked through the peek hole. Booth was holding a piece of paper in one hand. Brennan hesitated and pulled the door open, feeling the air leave her lungs as she looked up at the man, who had long ago taken her heart, metaphorically of course. Even in her darkest hours, she could appreciate the stunning beauty of this man despite the bruises on his face, and the obvious wince in pain.

And then remembered she was angry.

"What do you want?" she barked.

"I have a fall back plan," he explained holding out a note. She snatched it.

"What is this?"

"A letter… it explains things better than I can, and I… I am sorry Bones. I'm sorry that it happened this way, and that I- I messed it up and I'm sorry that you hate me."

"Is that all?" she looked to the door.

"I'll leave, if you want me to…"

"Good. GO!"

"After you read the letter," he promised.

Brennan sighed heavily, and reluctantly tore open the letter.

Bones,

In the conference room with the board, they were afraid that our working together and being in a relationship would jeopardize the cases… that our job would become minimal next to each other. They saw that my emotions were creeping into the investigations and they did not approve. I know you know this, but I feel like I have to explain it anyway.

When I was called into the room, James (the cocky arrogant son of a…) threatened me with some information about my past. About some things I'd done before you came into my life. Things I regret. A man I killed. It was enough evidence to put my behind bars and I couldn't do that to you. While I have lived with the demons in my head, sort out forgiveness from his family. Found a way to move past it without ever really forgiving myself. I have never been able to live without you.

James told me that as long as we remained in a relationship against his wishes, he would hold the past above my head.

I know how many times you've felt abandoned and I can only imagine that's how you feel about me now, I swear it was the one thing I'd never do. I will NEVER do. It was what I was avoiding. Can you imagine if I went to jail, I'd have abandoned you then… wouldn't I?

I hate myself more everyday for what I did to you. For giving you the slightest edge of pain. It was what I longed to avoid. But ending it seemed right at the time, though I now question my decision whenever I see you. You look so sad. So unhappy. I know I'm the cause of that. But I honestly felt like this was the right thing to do in the situation I had been presented with.

I like having you with me, even if it's only as partner at work, I can't hurt you that way. And I think that's my greatest fear, hurting you beyond repair, damaging you so much so that you see only darkest. I want more for you, Bones, even if I don't get to be the one who gives it to you.

Sometimes I, myself, don't understand my reasons for bringing our relationship to an end, sometimes I think maybe it wasn't to protect you, but to protect myself, but then I know it's only that little voice inside my head, that's telling me I'm just NOT good enough for you.

I know that it might take a lot of groveling to make you believe in me again, if you ever did… but I want to try. I want to date you… I want to live with you… I want to marry you… I want to be the father of that child you wanted… I want to raise it with you. If all this scares you, good, because it scares me too. And I promise that if it's scary then it's worth fighting for.

I love you Temperance Brennan. MY Bones!

I believe in you. I believe in US.

Don't give up on me.

Simply… Booth

Tears streaked down her face when she looked up at him. He stood nervously by the door, waiting to be told to go, to leave and never come back. He was waiting to be told she'd given it up. It was too late. But she couldn't do it. The words wouldn't form in her mouth.

"Bones…" he whispered.

She crossed the room to where he stood, with the letter in her hand and placed it in his open hand.

"What are you-"

Is she really going to turn away from him again? The last chapter is next.

Review and find out… OH how I LOVE cliff-hangers. Hehehehe. :)