(AN: So, surprise. I had to upload a homework assignment so you guys get a new chapter now, but don't expect any mroe unil Friday. I want REVIEWS! Or I seriously won't post the final part in this fanfic-isode for a long long long time. Moving on, thanks to reviewers Rankor01, skogmus, Lady-josie, SouthunLady (I am sorry you were beginning to not like the story, but I can't very well have Hannah just disappear and Booth end up with Brennan so soon. Give me time. It'll work out. I'm getting to it soon.), Jazmine Cullen (don't worry, Booth won't know Sully's back for a couple more chapters) and GirlProto. This a kinda a boring chapter I think but, Please REVIEW!

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The Heart in the Man: Part 6

Booth walked in to the Jeffersonian. "Do you know what killed Warren Lowe yet?"

Cam glared at him. "If we had Dr. Brennan here we would know."

"I'll talk to her soon. They're bringing the girlfriend here."

"Why here?"

"She's dead."

Angela stepped out of her office. "A surgical knife fits the marks on the bones!" She frowned at Booth and glared at him. "This should be good."

"We've got the victim's girlfriend," Cam told her.

"Is she the killer?"

"She's dead," Booth said. "The body's being brought here."

"Well you need to be looking for someone with access to surgical instruments."

"Ella Mink," Booth realized.

"You think she killed both of them?" Cam asked.

He nodded. "I can arrest her for Warren Lowe's murder for now, and get a search warrant for her house to find the heart. You guys work on getting evidence for both. I'm going to make the arrest."

"Then you need to talk to Brennan!" Angela called.

"Is anyone telling Brennan to talk to me?"

"Yes, but you're the gambler," Cam told him.

Patience slipped her key into the lock but paused as she opened the door to hear laughing. She silently closed the door and made her way into the apartment. Brennan and Sully were sitting at the kitchen table. Both looked up as Patience entered. Patience looked questioningly at the strange man.

"Who's this?" she asked.

"Patience, this is an old friend of mine, Tim Sullivan. Sully, this is my daughter, Patience."

Patience looked at Brennan, caught off guard by being introduced as Brennan's daughter.

"It's nice to meet you, Patience. Temperance wouldn't shut up about you," Sully said.

"That's funny, she hasn't mentioned you."

"Sully left a few years ago," Brennan explained. "I almost went with him."

"Where did you go?" Patience asked.

"A one year sail around the Caribbean," Sully answered.

"And how long ago did you leave?"

He laughed. "I ended up shipwrecked, and rescued by a boat smuggling Cubans."

"And you know Dr. Brennan how?"

"He works for the FBI," Brennan explained. "And we dated for a short time until he left."

"Wait, you dated him, but not Booth?"

"You and Booth still haven't dated?" Sully asked. "I expected to come back to hear you were married to him."

"Marriage is an archaic institution," Brennan said. "Humans are not monogamous species."

"And that's when I walk away. It was nice meeting you Mr. Sullivan." Patience turned.

"Patience, you don't have to leave on my account," Sully said. "Actually it's getting late, I should be getting home. Temperance, I'll see you Friday at seven?"

"Yes. I will see you then."

Patience sat down at the table as Brennan walked with Sully to the door.

"I didn't get to the store," Brennan admitted, returning to her seat at the kitchen table.

"I see that," Patience replied.

"My alarm didn't go off, and when I got up Angela called, then Sully showed up and we lost track of time. Why are you home so late?"

"I stopped at the library," Patience lied. "Can we go to the store now? I've had enough takeout and pizza."

Brennan smiled. "Yes. I'll get my purse."

Booth entered the hospital and showed his badge to the front nurse. She immediately called Ella Mink down. Ella saw Booth and nodded sadly. Booth put the cuffs on her and recited the rights.

"Why'd you do it?" Booth finally asked.

Ella Mink shook her head. "I don't know. We met for lunch, at a place we frequented often. He said he was going to propose to her. He knew her eight months, Agent Booth."

"You murdered your best friend because of jealousy?" Booth asked, trying to get an understanding of the motive.

"You don't know what I went through Agent Booth. Ten months ago he told me he loved me! He said that he would love me, and no one else, forever. I don't know why I said no. It was stupid. Then he meets her and I'm pushed away, along with everyone else in his life! What kind of a man chooses a woman he just met over his best friend? Who does that?"

Booth thought about Brennan's confession in the car. He thought about their fight in the lab. And the woman he barely knew living in his apartment. The girlfriend he chose over Brennan.

"I told him not to propose to her," Ella continued. "I hated her, and she hated me. I told Warren to chose me. I said I was ready to give us a chance. All our friends said we belonged together. I loved him. God, I loved him. He chose her. I left. He went to my home later, to apologize. We fought, and…I stabbed him with a knife I found in my bag. I barely remember it I was so angry. I lost control, Agent Booth. Who wouldn't in my shoes? I wanted a chance. I was ready for a chance. I guess love doesn't last like it used to."

Booth let another agent take her and looked down at his phone again.

Angela shut the lights of her office off and joined Hodgins who was on the platform with Cam.

"We've got her on both murders," Cam said. "The knife found in her medical bag matched the marks on the ribs, and the heart was in her backyard."

"That was fast," Angela noted.

"We did it though," Hodgins said. "We solved a case without Dr. B."

"Don't mention that to her," Cam told him. "We still need her back. This was an open and shut case. Any complications and we would still be examining remains."

"It's not the same," Angela said.

"You weren't here for most of it," Hodgins replied.

"I was, and I didn't like it at all," Cam said. "Booth better get her back here soon."

"He said he would talk to Bren after making the arrest," Angela said.

"I'll ask him about tomorrow. I have to get home. See you tomorrow, Hodgins." She put on her coat and left the lab.

Angela turned to her husband. "I don't like this."

"What?" he asked.

"All of us trying to get Booth and Brennan to talk to each other again. Trying to get Bren to tell Booth about Patience. We're not a team anymore."

"I know. Bugs and slime aren't as interesting when I can't walk across the lab to show them to my wife."

Angela smiled. "And I have to admit, painting Paris isn't as…interesting as sketching dead people."

"Does that mean you'll come back to work?"

"Part time just because Cam practically begged me to, but I told her no full time sketch artist until Bren comes back."

Booth looked down at the paperwork on his desk. He shoved his hands through his hair.

"Is there something I can help with, Agent Booth?"

"What are you doing here, Sweets?" Booth asked.

"I was picking up some files I had to review tonight, and noticed your light was still on."

"Just paperwork to finish the case." He looked up. "How did you know when Bones was over identifying with the victim?"

"What similarities are you drawing between your victim and yourself?"

"I didn't say I was thinking I was like the victim."

Sweets smiled. "You didn't have to. I'm a psychologist, Agent Booth, I read people rather well."

Booth sighed. "Warren Lowe chose his girlfriend, after his best friend told him that she loved him. He promised his best friend that he would love her for years, and moves on just months later. He's a reformed gambler who cleared up his life. He abandoned his child, and friends for his girlfriend."

"You believe you are doing the same?" Sweets asked.

Booth nodded. "I am. I didn't call Parker the other night because I took Hannah out to dinner. I almost gave up my weekend with Parker to spend it with Hannah. I…I turned Bones down because I'm with Hannah. I'm making the same mistake Warren Lowe made."

"I doubt Dr. Brennan is capable of murder."

"Thanks, Sweets." Booth grabbed his jacket and walked out.

"Are you going to break up with Hannah because of this case?"

"I can't do that to Hannah." Booth stopped.

"You should let your relationship with Hannah run its course," Sweets told him.

"But I don't want to hurt Bones. In the car, Bones was wrong. She didn't miss her chance. I did. I gave up on her. I missed the part where she changed her mind. I should've fought for her." Booth ran to the elevators.

"In the car?" Sweets stood alone in the hallway confused. "Agent Booth!"

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