Shane could see the look on Grace's face was one of fear, or concern, and her words dropped the bottom out from his stomach. "Did you see the flowers I brought?" He asked, showing her the vase of flowers, he glanced at the roses from JV, and made a face. "It's way bigger than that stupid little cup of flowers over there." He said, pushing it out of the way for his vase of flowers. "And I got you a balloon." He smiled, showing her.

"Thank you." She said softly, her anxiety was rising with each passing moment, and his constant chattering was not helping.

"I'm glad I get to see you alone." He said with a sigh. "I took the rest of the afternoon to spend with you, so I can hang out here with you."

"Shane, I don't think that's a very good idea." She said, swallowing hard. "I mean, I should really get some rest."

"Well the king of dorks was in here visiting with you. You seemed fine with that." He grunted, glaring at the door. "Doesn't he have a job or something that he should be doing."

"Please stop calling him names." She said, as she felt her hand trembling on the nurse call button.

"Why not? Any person with that hair, and that face…"

"Shane!" She exclaimed angrily, his head turning to see the fire in her eyes. "We're done." She said simply.

"What?"

"Us." She said, tears springing to her eyes. "This… you and I. We're done. I'm done. This is all done, over. No more." She said, feeling her hot tears rolling down her cheeks. "We are done."

"What do you mean we're done?"

She closed her eyes tightly, taking a slow, purposeful breath wondering how someone so dense could remember to breathe. "I don't love you, Shane. I don't want to be with you anymore. I don't want to be your girlfriend, and I don't want to be your partner." She said, trying so hard to hold everything together. She opened her eyes. "I am done."

"Why? Are you in love with that skinny little twerp?" Shane growled. "I'll kill him."

"Stop it! Jack didn't do anything wrong! Leave him alone, leave him out of it!" She exclaimed.

"I'm going to kill him, or at least make him wish he was never born." Shane growled.

"Shane, I swear to God. If you even talk to Jack, you will have a lot more to deal with than just me breaking up with you. Do you understand?" She said, trying to sit up. It was very hard to appear threatening when you're lying in a hospital bed, but she could feel the anger and fire building in her, and the adrenaline was pushing the pain to the wayside. "We are done." She said resolutely and strongly.

"Was it the twerp, or was it that FBI agent. He seemed to be all up in your business, kicking us out of here. Do you have an unresolved daddy issue?" He asked angrily. "Did your stupid father open his big trap and tell you lies? He's such a goddamned..."

"Shane! Leave my father out of this too! Just leave! Get out!" She exclaimed, feeling her body trembling with anger and pain.

"This is bullshit!" He shouted, slamming his fist down on the table, Grace pushed the nurse call button again and again. "This is just bullshit!" He shouted again. "I'm going to find Jack, and I'm going to wring his twerpy little neck! Then I'm going after that bastard FBI agent!" He shouted.

The nurse stepped in suddenly, and was shocked to find her patient nearly hanging off the bed as she argued. "Sir, you need to leave right now." The nurse said, looking down the hallway. "If you don't leave right now, security will be called." She rushed forward and helped Grace to lay back in the bed, as Shane just stood angrily at the foot of the bed.

"Absolutely not! I'm not going anywhere!" He shouted.

"Like hell you're not." A booming voice came from the hallway, a voice that made everyone look to the doorway.

Grace's eyes widened, and tears sprang once again to her eyes. "Daddy." She said, reaching her hand out to him.

"Shane, I will literally shove you through the wall if you don't leave right now." Booth growled, he walked to Grace, tossed a bag from his hand onto the chair and took her hand in his, leaning down to kiss her cheek. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch. "It's okay, baby. Daddy's here."

"This isn't over." Shane growled as he stepped to the door.

"If you value your career, Shane. This is over." Booth said, glancing to the nurse, he gave her an apologetic nod. "It was over a long time ago. And if you lay one finger on Jack Hodgins, I will make sure that badge is shoved so far up your…"

"Daddy!" Grace exclaimed.

"Just get the hell out of here!" Booth growled.

Just as he was about to leave, Shane turned and stalked toward the bed, where Booth stood between the younger man and his daughter. Shane reached over, grabbed the flowers that he had brought and the balloon and lifted them up angrily. He then pushed over the vase with the roses, sending glass, water and the roses to the ground as he then angrily stalked out of the room.

In the wake of Shane's little fit, Grace was beside herself. She grabbed hold of Booth tightly, pulling on his jacket as he leaned down and tried to hold her as best as he could. Her sobs were violent and wracking, and the nurse went to find something to clean the mess on the floor with.

Booth held her close, her head buried into his shoulder as he tried to be careful not to hurt her, but she kept pulling him into her. "It's okay, baby." He whispered, trying to rock her as she sobbed. "Daddy is right here, he's not going anywhere, baby girl. Its okay."

He looked up to see two frightened blue eyes staring from the hallway, and a mop of curly hair. Booth nodded, and JV came in, quickly picking up the flowers from the floor, he dropped them into a cup of water, and turned to help the nurse clean the mess. He did it all very quickly, all the while watching as Grace buried herself deeper into her father's chest. When everything was cleaned up, he handed Booth something, and then quickly left the room with the nurse.

"I love you, Daddy." She sobbed, her hiccups starting to show him that her crying was starting to stop. "I love you."

"Oh, I know you do, sweet pea. I know." He whispered. "It's okay. I love you too."

She gasped again and again, trying to catch her breath, looking at Booth with those deep blue eyes, eyes that reminded him so much of her mother, that he couldn't help but give her anything she asked for, anything. Her grip loosened a bit, and she let Booth stand up again, keeping his hand tightly in her own. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

"What are you sorry about? Sorry you made us all put up with that dumbass for the past year and a half?" He asked, nodding toward the door. "You can apologize for that, that's okay."

"Daddy." She said, sniffling out a slight laugh. "I'm so glad you were here." She whispered, tugging on his arm again, he leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers.

"There is not one thing in this world that I wouldn't do for you, Grace. Not one thing." He whispered.

"I know." She said, noticing that the flowers that Shane had dropped were now sitting in a purple hospital cup on the table. "My flowers." She said, her lip poking out in a pout.

"Your flowers are great, right there where they belong." He smiled, glancing to them and back to her. He sat a bit on the bed, looking into her eyes as he held her hand tightly.

"What's that?" she whispered, looking to see her father was holding something in his hand.

"What's what? Oh this?" He said, holding his hand out, there was a chocolate pudding cup sitting in the palm of his hand. He glanced to the closed door and back to his daughter. "I guess it's for you." He shrugged.

"Daddy." She whimpered, her lip sticking out again.

"This was actually not from me." He said, watching her eyes for a moment, he leaned down to the chair and lifted the bag that he had brought in with him, and pulled a four pack of pudding cups. "This was from me." He smiled, reveling in his daughter's laugh. "I told you, Gracie girl... Anything. Please don't tell your mother on me." He whispered.

"I'd do anything for you too, Daddy." She said softly, closing her eyes she took a deep breath, as she let another tear flow unceremoniously down her cheek. Opening them up, she looked at him and her lip trembled. "I love you, Daddy." She whispered.