Thanks to the people who reveiwed, I am going to continue this! Hurrah!I already had this written incase I wanted to continue this, so my updates may not be a fast as people would hope. I'm pretty sure however, that I will update at least once every few days.

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There aren't a lot of things in this world that can cause Dr Temperance Brennan to cry. That much Angela Montenegro had learnt a long time ago. So when she found the anthropologist curled up on the couch of her office in tears, the forensic artist was more than a little worried.

Determined to get to the truth, Angela walked into the office, and crept around to where she could see her best friend.

"Bren? Sweetie?" She whispered, crouching down in front of the couch. "What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it Ange," Brennan said, turning her head away from her friend.

"Sweetie, I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong," Angela said.

"What makes you think I want help? Why does everyone think that I need help? I can look after my self!" More tears fell down Temperance's face, and she angrily wiped them away. "I can look after my self. I don't need you… I don't need… Booth."

"Did something happen to Booth?" The behaviour of her friend was increasingly alarming Angela. The only other time she had seen Bren this out of control was when Booth was in danger.

"No… yes… I don't know!" Brennan faced Angela again, and sighed. "I don't know what happened between us, but I think I just made a very large mistake. Something bad could have happened, and I let that come between us. I had to, Angie"

"Tell me, Bren. It's better if you do."

"I ended our partnership," Temperance all but whispered, her voice catching as she tried to hold back her tears. "I ended the one thing I never wanted to end."

"Why? What on earth could convince you that you should give up your partnership?"

"It's a long, painful story, Ange," Brennan began. "But it wasn't a choice I ever wanted to make…"

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Seeley Booth sat on the couch in his apartment, a glass of scotch in one hand and his phone in the other. An empty bottle of whiskey sat on the coffee table beside him, and a half full bottle of scotch beside that. All the lights in his apartment were off, leaving the agent in darkness.

Slowly, he drank the liquid in the glass, and put it back on the table. He reached for the bottle, but stopped himself. It wasn't helping. The numbing fog that alcohol normally brought him was not easing his pain. He had to do something to get his partner back. He needed his best friend.

He dialled a number on his phone and held it to his ear. He listened as it rang and just as he was about to hang up, the person on the other end of the phone answered.

"Hello?"

Booth said nothing, trying to work up the nerve to do what he knew he had to.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

He took one last breath, and spoke into the mouthpiece of the phone.

"Sweets? It's Booth. There's something we should talk about."

"Agent Booth? This is a surprise. Are you okay?" The young psychologist asked, worrying about the agent given the events he had witnessed earlier in his office.

"I am now, not sure how I'll feel in the morning," Booth laughed bitterly at his joke.

"What is it you want to tell me?"

"How would you like to here the truth about what happened between Bones and I?" Booth said confidently, and Sweets gasped.

"You're willing to tell me?" Normally it would have taken months of prodding and prying to get to the bottom of the crack that pushed the partners away from each other.

"Hell, I'd tell anyone if I thought they could help me get my partner back!" Booth sighed grimly, and began to recount his story. "It all started about four months ago…"

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So... next chapter you'll find out what it was that happened! Gosh, I sure can't wait! Please be aware that I live in Australia, so I have only seen up to and including 'The Passenger in the Oven' so there won't be any spoilers past there.

Please reveiw,

Ari