I feel really scummy, because it's been over a week since I've updated. But I promise you, I have wanted to. This chapter was just really hard to write, for some reason.

Hope you enjoy it, the next one really will be coming very soon. If not tonight, then tomorrow. :) Don't forget to review!

Over My Head Part 2

Booth jerked awake, nearly falling off the couch in the process. Cursing himself for falling asleep, he quickly headed down the hall to check the bedroom.

She still wasn't back.

He went and opened the front door to see if her car was parked in her spot, but all he saw was the same empty space that had taunted him last night.

She hadn't come back.

He had waited until very late the previous night. He had attempted to watch a basketball game that had been playing on TV, but after the game had ended, he had no idea who had won.

Giving up on trying to distract himself, he had paced the living room until he was sure he could see wear marks on the carpet. And still she hadn't returned.

He didn't remember falling asleep. He didn't even remember sitting on the couch. Hell, he barely remembered anything but her voice, telling him to let her go.

And now it was morning. The sun streaming through the windows was proof of that. So he picked up the phone and dialled Angela.

"Hello?" A groggy male voice answered the phone.

"Hodgins?"

"Well, yeah, who the hell else would be answering my phone at the crack of daylight?"

"Um, isn't this Angela's phone?"

There was a pause. "Oh, shit. Hang on, I'll get her for you."

Booth heard muffled sounds through the phone, and then, "Hello?"

"Angela! Hi!"

"Booth? What on earth are you calling me about this early on a Saturday morning?"

"Well, it's about Bones. You haven't seen her have you?"

"No. Why?"

"Because I wanted to check if she was there before I started the nation-wide search." His voice sounded miserable.

"You guys haven't had a fight, have you?"

"Yeah. She's left me."

"She left you?!"

Booth nodded, forgetting she couldn't see him through the phone. "Yep. Told me she couldn't be with me anymore because I was turning into her father."

"You're kidding me."

"Would I joke about this, Ange? She stormed out of here last night after telling me to let her go."

"You just let her drive away? In the dark? When she was pissed? Did you learn nothing from last year?"

"Look, have you ever tried to stop Bones from going anywhere she wants to go? And don't you think I've been regretting my actions since last night?"

Angela sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just…you two never learn."

Booth ran his hand over his face, tangling it in his hair. "I know. Believe me, I know. But I didn't do anything insensitive this time, I promise you. She just…panicked. As soon as she said I was turning into her father, she was determined to get out of here."

"Sweetie, it's okay. She'll be back, even if I have to drag her there by her hair."

"You know where she is?" His voice was hopeful.

"No. But I have an idea. Before she met you, whenever she was really pissed, she had a place she would go to work off steam. I'm thinking she'll be there."

"And if she's not?"

"I'll go to every bar in town. If she's not bashing something, she'll be drinking her way out of the memories. Have you tried ringing her?"

"No. I was…scared that she'd be driving. I didn't want a repeat of last year." His voice broke on the last syllable, and he tried to mask it.

Angela saw right through him. "Oh, Sweetie, that's not gonna happen again. I think she learnt her lesson about not talking on the phone while you're driving." She felt Hodgins lay a hand on her shoulder. "Ok, Booth, I'll go look right now. You stay there, and I will call you the minute I know anything, ok?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Ange."

"No problem, Sweetie. Talk to you later. It's gonna be okay."

She hung up and started to throw clothes from her closet on the bed.

"What's up?" Hodgins asked.

"Booth and Bren had a fight."

"What's new? They fight all the time."

"No, this time she left with barely a word last night. Booth's worried sick."

"Oh. Do you want me to come with you to look for her?"

"No. I think this is more of a job for a female best friend. But thanks, though."

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Booth pressed the 'end' button on the phone. He felt better now that Angela had reassured him. Surely, after she had had time to cool down, Bones would forgive him for what ever it was that he had done to piss her off.

He would apologise. She would accept. They would make up.

Who was he trying to fool? When had Bones ever done anything the conventional way? She did everything differently. That was part of why he loved her.

All he could do was wait for Angela's call, and pray. Pray she was all right. Pray she would forgive him. Pray they would make it through this.

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Angela pulled up outside the gym and quickly hopped out of her car. She headed for the doorway, praying that Brennan would be inside.

At the front desk, a receptionist that was, in her opinion, way too perky for this time on a Saturday morning asked if she needed any assistance.

"I'm looking for a friend. Is there any way I can find out if she's here?"

The receptionist flashed her pearly whites. "Sure, you can check the sign-in sheet if you like?"

Angela nodded, and the receptionist pulled a large book over in front of her.

"Thanks." She scanned the list in the book, eyes peeled for Temperance Brennan. Halfway down the page she spotted it. Smiling widely, she turned to the receptionist.

"Did you see this woman? Temperance Brennan?"

"Dr. Brennan? Yes, she was in very early. Looked like she'd gotten out on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

"Tell me about it. Do you know what equipment she's using?"

"She was using the large boxing bag, but she left about half an hour ago."

"She did?" Angela's heart sank.

"Yep. Don't know if her mood had improved much though. She asked me if there was a bar in the area that would be open at this time."

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her that Gracie's would be opening at 11am. That's just down the road, o the left."

"Thanks!" Angela ran for the door, glancing at her watch as she left. 11:15am.

She hurried down the street, searching the signs for Gracie's. She spotted the bar, which was more of a restaurant, and entered the establishment.

Immediately she spotted the figure of Brennan hunched over the bar.

"Bren?"

"Ange! What are you doing here?"

Angela sat on the stool beside her. "Booth called me, Sweetie."

Brennan sighed. "Really? And he sent you off to search for me?"

"No, Sweetie. I offered to search for you. He rang me because he was worried sick, and wanted to know if you had come to see me."

"Well, I didn't. Because I knew what you'd say."

"What's that?" Angela signalled to the bartender to get her a drink, and turned back to Brennan.

"You'd tell me I was being silly. That I should go back to Booth and thank my lucky stars that he was mine."

"That does sound like something I'd say. So you decided to go punch the crap out of a bag instead?"

"Seemed better than punching the crap out of a person."

Angela grinned. "That's very logical, Bren." Her drink arrived and she sipped at it. "Then you decided to get sloshed at the earliest hour possible."

"Yep. Nothing else to do."

"You could go home to your man and thank your lucky stars he's yours."

"Ange."

"You said it, Sweetie. Had to live up to my reputation."

Angela was surprised when Brennan grinned at her. "You always do, Ange."

"So does Booth."

Brennan's face fell. "I know. He - "

"He told me he was going to start a nation-wide search for you."

She nodded. "He told me that last night. That if I wasn't home by morning, that he would turn over every rock to find me."

"And you stayed away? He was really worried, Bren. I could hear it in his voice."

A tear made its way down her cheek. "I couldn't go back yet. I just – couldn't."

Angela sighed. "You had better tell me what you two fought over."

"Booth didn't tell you?"

"Sweetie, he was more concerned with making sure you weren't crashed into a tree somewhere."

"Why didn't he ring me? I had my phone on." Her voice was very small. To Angela she sounded like a little girl.

"He didn't want to risk a repeat of last year, Bren. He didn't want to put you in danger."

"He was saving me from danger." Another tear coursed down her cheek to join the other.

Angela nodded. "He's always saving you from danger, Bren."

"Just like my dad."

"No, Hon, not like your dad. Your dad left you. When has Booth ever left you?"

Brennan started crying in earnest now. "He hasn't. Yet."

"Oh, Sweetie. Is that what this is about? You're afraid he's going to abandon you? Because you know that's silly."

"I know. But every time he reminds me of my dad, I just feel like it's inevitable that he's going to leave me, too."

"What's inevitable is that you and Booth are going to be together until you're both old and wrinkly. And you're still going to love each other just as much. And he's not going to leave you. Booth is not the sort of guy who runs when the going gets tough. He didn't run when Rebecca got pregnant, did he? He didn't run when he first met you. Or when you first tried to deck him." She smiled. "Any guy who lasts through that is playing for keeps."

"Playing for keeps?"

"Definitely. In for a penny, in for a pound. Booth and you are forever, Sweetie."

Brennan wiped the tears from her eyes. Downed the last of her drink. "Okay. I'll talk to Booth."

Angela grinned at her friend. "Great! I didn't even have to cajole you, Sweetie."

Brennan laughed slightly. "I guess I'm getting better at reading people."

"Definitely."

They climbed off the stools and made for the door.

Angela suddenly stopped, her hand going to her mouth. "Shit! I forgot to ring Booth!"

Well, this is the longest chapter I have written so far on anything. And definitely the hardest. Please review and let me know what you thought. Please!