I'm really glad you are all enjoying my story. Here is chapter three, and I have to apologize for the shortness.

Booth paced back and forth in his apartment, completely shocked. He stopped to look at the clock. It was 10:00 pm. It had been thirty minutes since it had happened. He still couldn't believe it. Everything had happened so quickly.

They had walked back to his apartment and she had gone quiet once again. Booth hadn't forced her to talk this time. He knew something was on her mind, other than her meeting with her "twin", but he also knew that if you wanted Temperance to confide in you, you had to respect her rythym and actually wait for her to open up. He had decided to wait.

When they had gotten home, Booth had invited her in. She had answered him with a quivering voice that hadn't sounded like her own. She had also hung back a bit while he had unlocked his door and had walked in slowly, almost scared. Booth watched fer attentively and wondered what was wrong with her.

She had stayed in front of the door, even after closing it behind her. Worried and a bit annoyed, he had to admit, he asked her if she wanted something to eat or drink but she declined.

"OK Bones, what's up? You've been acting weird all night."

If only he had known what she had been about to say, he wouldn't have been so harsh. But as the words reached his ears and registred in his brain, guilt kicked in.

"I love you, Booth."

He had been taken aback by her revelation and hadn't known what to say at that moment. His eyes had grown wide with surprise and Bones had taken that negatively. She had panicked, mumbled some stuff that Booth didn't quite catch, and he even thought he had seen tears in her eyes. As she rambled on, Booth slowly came back to himself and was about to stop her from leaving when she walked out the apartment and slammed the door behind her.

This had happened thirty minutes ago and Booth was still shocked. She couldn't have possibly said that. She loved him? Was that possible? Since when? Why hadn't he said anything? If he had told her something she wouldn't hae left. They would probably be in his room at that particular moment, he'd be holding her and showing her how much he loves her. But no. Instead his brain had decided to shut down and all he had managed to do was stare blankly at her. He mentally kicked himself. He had to fix the damages that he had made. He had to talk to her.

He tried calling her but she didn't pick up. He left a message on her machine before hanging up, knowing fully well that she wasn't going to call him back. She was embarrassed because of him, she'd hide from him for a few days. But where? They worked together. They were bound to have a case in the next few days. No, he needed to straightened things out tonight. Tomorrow would be too late.

He tried her cell phone. She had turned it off. Cursing to himself he admitted defeat. He decided to go to bed. He'd talk to her in the morning.

"Angela, where's Brennan?" Booth asked as he jogged in the lab.

"Well good morning to you too, handsome." Angela replied, lowering her sketchbook.

"I'm sorry." Booth replied, rolling his eyes and sighing slightly. "Good morning Angela. Have you seen Brennan?"

"No I haven't seen her. Why?"

"I'm looking for her."

"Well you won't find her here."

"What?"

"She's gone on a trip. She called in this morning saying she was leaving and didn't know when she was coming back."

"Why didn't you tell me this when I asked you if you had seen her?"

"Because you asked me if I had seen her and I told the truth, I didn't see her."

"Ha ha, very funny. Do you know where she went?"

"Nope. Miss her, do ya?" Angela asked him, teasingly.

Before he could answer it dawned on him where Brennan had taken off to. Excusing himself he ran back out of the lab, out of the museum and into his SUV. It was 8:20 am. Dr. Goodman and Angela arrived at the lab around 8:00 so Brennan must have just called. He had about less than an hour to pack his stuff and drive off to the airport.

As I said before, sorry this is so short. I'll definetely update this week-end, if not then Monday morning.