A/N: Another shorter chapter again this time. It's all beginning to come to a head now as you'll see from this chapter. Just a quick warning as well that there is a little bit of bad language in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones

Brennan couldn't believe this was happening. She knew he was feeling better but why would he just take off like this? She yanked her cell phone from her jacket pocket. She dialled Booth's number with shaky fingers only to hear his phone vibrating on the kitchen counter downstairs. Brennan hung up then quickly dialled her father's number. Max answered on the first ring.

"Hi Tempe!"

"Dad, is Booth with you?"

"No. Why? Should he be?"

"He's gone Dad! I went to the FBI to see Sweets. I was only gone for a couple of hours but when I got back home, he's not here. He's nowhere in the house and he's left his phone on the kitchen counter. I'm really worried Dad!"

"Calm down, Tempe." Her father reassured from the other end of the phone. "I'm sure he's fine. He probably just wanted to get out of the house for a while."

Brennan made up her mind in that moment, she was going to go looking for him. He still had some memory loss. What if he couldn't find his way back home? "I'm going to go looking for him, Dad. Can you keep Christine for a little while longer?"

"Sure honey. I'll keep her here as long as you need. Call me when you find him."

"Thanks Dad."

Brennan disconnected the call, grabbed her keys and ran to the car. She began by searching all the streets around their house and then the park that was nearby. She was thinking all the time, what would he be doing? What hasn't changed about him since his amnesia? The answer came to her quickly. Food. His appetite for food and, pie in particular hadn't changed. She took the next left turn and headed for the city to the diner.

She slowed the car as she drove past the diner. She could just see someone who she thought might be Booth sitting at the counter. She found a parking spot and as she headed to the diner, she could see that it was indeed Booth sitting at the counter. He seemed to be chatting to a woman who was sitting next to him. Brennan opened the door and stood in the doorway, watching him for a few moments. What she saw made her feel nauseous. Booth was talking animatedly to the woman Brennan had seen through the window. He was giving her his best charm smile and appeared to be flirting with her. Brennan felt many simultaneous emotions that were confusing her. She felt relieved that he was safe and well, she was angry that he had come here alone without telling her and she was resentful and jealous of the pretty blonde he was chatting to. The flirting was typical Booth behaviour but from before they became a couple. Since the beginning of their romantic relationship, the smile he was giving the woman was one he usually reserved for Brennan and Brennan only.

Brennan recalled what Sweets had just told her, that his PTA can cause a temporary change in behaviour. But watching him flirting with another woman when he will barely talk to her- his wife, was making Brennan feel sick. Before his amnesia, she had known deep inside in the part of her that made no logical sense, that he would never cheat on her. Now though, witnessing him clearly engaging in a courtship ritual, she wasn't so sure. Had he decided that he didn't want to be with her anymore, so he was seeking out another mate? Was he going to leave her?

She couldn't take watching him any longer and turned to leave but then thought better of it. He is sick and she is still his wife. She loves him and it is up to her to take care of him, she couldn't just walk out of there and leave him by himself. She turned back around and marched over to him. She tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned around in surprise.

"Temperance! What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Seeley." She tried to keep her voice neutral, attempting to hide the pain and anger she was feeling but she wasn't quite successful.

Brennan saw the blonde raise an eyebrow and Booth quickly introduced them.

"Stacey, this is Dr Temperance Brennan. Temperance, this is Stacey McColl. Stacey is an agent in the cybercrime department at the Bureau; we did our training at Quantico together."

It didn't escape Brennan's notice that Booth hadn't introduced her as his wife or partner. Stacey smiled and held out her hand to Brennan. Brennan took her hand and shook it with unnecessary force. Stacey barely managed to conceal her wince as she said "Dr Brennan! It's so nice to meet you at last. I've heard so much about you!"

Brennan's heart skipped a beat. Booth has been talking about her? Does that mean he has regained some of his memories? Had she read this situation completely wrong? "Oh! From Booth?"

Stacey looked a little embarrassed and shook her head. "No, from the bureau. You two have quite the reputation."

The hope she had felt sunk like a stone and her anger rapidly resurged. "So, you know who he is, you know he is married, and yet you continued to flirt with him?"

Stacey's face flamed bright red and she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

Brennan turned to Booth and said "We're leaving. Now."

A look of anger formed on his face, but he didn't object. He placed a few bills on the counter and said goodbye to Stacey whose face was still crimson.

They had only made it a few steps out of the diner before Booth exploded. "What the hell, Temperance? That was so embarrassing!"

"As embarrassing as your husband openly flirting with one of his colleagues?" Brennan asked, barely managing to control the volume of her voice.

They had reached Brennan's car and they were stood next to it, bickering. It wasn't the playful bickering that had been constant throughout their partnership. There was an undercurrent of animosity to it that Brennan didn't like.

"I wasn't flirting!" Booth had raised his voice. He was angry and confused.

"So, what were you doing if you weren't flirting? And why were you even at the diner in the first place?"

"I wanted pie! What's so wrong about that, huh? And I was just having a friendly conversation with someone I bumped into from work! A conversation that was the longest and most normal I've had since I left the hospital that isn't some fucked up therapy session!"

They were still stood on the sidewalk as they argued, and people were beginning to stare as they were walking past.

"Let's discuss this at home, Booth." Brennan was too angry to remember to use his first name.

"No! I'm a grown ass man, Brennan! And I can do what I like! Tell me what is so wrong with wanting to leave the house for a little bit? To feel normal again, Huh?" Booth was angrily gesticulating with his arms. He hated this. She was making him feel like a child.

"You have amnesia Booth! I got home and you were gone! You didn't even take your phone with you. How was I to know where you were? I was worried about you!"

"Huh. You could have fooled me, Temperance."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, you don't act like you're worried. You act like you don't really give a damn about me at all!"

Booth's words brought Brennan up short. He'd interpreted her compartmentalising of her emotions and trying to keep her worries and pain hidden from him to mean that she didn't care about him?

"That's just not true, Booth. I love you!"

Booth just stared at her. God, he was so confused! None of this made any sense. For the past few weeks, he had been living in a weird sort of limbo, trying to figure out his life. The biggest enigma was this woman who was supposed to be his wife. He still didn't get her; couldn't understand why she was being the way she was. She is so closed off, barely showing emotion for anything. He has only seen a few tears that she has tried to hide, and this explosion of anger. But she also seemed to be jealous right now if he was reading her right. She says she loves him, but she has a funny way of showing it. She was still infuriatingly frustrating to him.

Brennan met his gaze and waited for him to say something. When he didn't speak, the question that she desperately wanted to know the answer to left her lips without considering the consequences. "Do you love me, Booth?"

Booth didn't know what to say. Did he love her? He didn't know. He felt something for her, but he wasn't sure what that was. How was he supposed to know if he loves her if he can't remember her and she won't let him get to know her? He met her gaze and the vulnerability in her face was clear to see. Booth felt tears well up in his eyes involuntarily, but he still didn't have an answer for her.

Brennan nodded her head in acceptance of what his silence was telling her. Booth didn't love her anymore. She opened the car door. "We should go home, Booth."

Booth knew he'd hurt her. She was clearly trying hard to hide her pain, but he could still see it. Despite that, he couldn't bring himself to get in the car. He was still angry, and he needed time to think. "I think I need to take a walk. I'll get a cab home. It is how I got here after all." He said with an apologetic half smile.

Brennan studied him for a moment. He didn't seem confused or disoriented and he was right. He is a grown man, and he was capable of getting here by himself, so he should be capable of getting home. She nodded briefly then dug her hand into her pocket. She typed a quick text into her phone asking her father if he could bring Christine home later then held the phone out to Booth. "At least take my phone, Booth. I've got yours at home, if you need me, call."

Booth nodded and watched as she climbed into the car and drove away. He wondered where this left them and if there was any possibility they might have a future together.