A/N: Another short chapter (sorry), this time, Brennan's POV.

No no NO! Was all Temperance could think about as she walked in her apartment. Why did she have to tell him that? It was obvious that he didn't feel the same way. She could still see his face after she had told him that she loved him. He hadn't reacted, he had simply stared. There had been no reaction on his face other than the look of fear he had as his eyes widened in surprise. She knew from that moment that she had made a mistake. She knew she shouldn't have listened to that woman. Booth didn't love her the way she did. He simply saw her as a friend or most likely simply as a partner.

Tears fell down her face but she didn't try to stop them. Yes. A good crying session was what she needed. She knew she'd feel a whole lot better afterwards. Letting herself drop on her couch, she cried freely.

She didn't know how long she had been crying when she heard her phone ring. She didn't bother to get up. Whoever it was could leave a message. It was probably Angela anyway calling her to see if she wanted to go out to this club but Temperance didn't feel like it. She just wanted to stay home.

As the phone rang Temperance replayed the whole thing in her head once again. The way she had expressed her deepest feeling and how she hadn't gotten one single positive reaction. She could still see Booth's face, neutral, and his eyes growing in surprise and fear.

The phone rang and rang but Temperance didn't get up. To her ears, the rings almost sounded sad and she wondered if Booth could be the caller. She didn't have to wait long for an answer. Her answering machine soon picked up the call.

She heard herself in her message first then heard the beep. And as the voice of Booth filled the room she slowly drift off to better times.

"Temperance, please pick up the phone. I know you're home. I'm sorry..."

"And I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"You have personal experience in the system."

She looked up at him. He looked truly sorry. She could forgive him his lack of trust. How could he have known about her story. She had never opened up to him.

"But you just left. You didn't even give me a chance to explain."

"I'm sorry."

"You had something to accomplish, you found a logical way of getting what you needed."

He was giving her his puppy eyes again. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist.

"I probably would've done the same thing."

The relieved smile he had given her had shot bolts of annoyance through her body. He knew she was going to forgive him.

"I'm sorry I didn't react but put yourself in my shoes. How would you feel if someone you worked with told you they were in love with you?"

"You don't want to think about it? It's a pretty big favor."

"You'd do it for me."

"Yeah I would."

"I don't really feel like talking about this over an answering machine. Call me back, OK? Please?"

She let a few more tears trail down her face as Booth hung up and the machine registered the message. There was no way in hell she was going to call him back, not after what she had done. Had it been just her or had he sounded a bit depressed on the message? No, he hadn't been. Of course not. He couldn't have been because he didn't love her and he never would. She could still see his scared expression as his eyes grew in surprise. No he didn't love her.

Rays of sunlight hit her face and she slowly opened her eyes. What time was it? She turned to the clock on her wall and saw that it was almost seven. She yawned widely and sat up. Her neck was sore from having slept on the couch all night, she knew that her eyes would be puffy and most likely bloodshot and her face felt sticky.

She got up and went to the bathroom. A good shower was what she needed. She stopped to look at herself in the mirror before climbing into the shower. She had been right. Her eyes were red from having cried all night and she could see the trails her tears had made on her cheeks. Had she cried even after she had fallen asleep? She remembered her friend Leslie in high school. She had slept over at her house one night after Leslie's boyfriend had dumped her and she remembered waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of sobbing. She had seen tears falling from her friend's eyes even if she had been sound asleep. Had this happened to her? But this hadn't been a break up. It had been... just one big mistake.

She turned on the shower and climbed into it.

The hotness of the water woke up completely and as she stepped out of the shower, fifteen minutes later, she noticed that her thoughts were clearer. She knew what she had to do. She had done some thinking.

She knew she wouldn't sleep until she found her twin. She needed to know who this person really was. She had to go to Charlotte to see this woman. She needed the vacation anyway, she needed time away from Washington to really think through what she was going to tell Booth when she'd come back. Because she would take care of that problem only after her small trip.

She had made up her mind. She was going to Charlotte.

TBC obviously.