Booth slammed his door shut, he dropped his head in his hands and sighed. He knew he had been rude, he didn't mean to be but he couldn't help it. Goodman had left, he had no idea how close him and Bones were, so how could he go saying she was in a better place ? He heard Angela open the door and get in, he looked up and frowned at her.

"I didn't mean to loose my temper" he sighed.

"I know, sweetie. You've lost someone really important in your life, then someone saying their in a better place - anyone would loose their temper" frowned Angela, taking Booth's hand and squeezing it.

Booth smiled gently. He started up the car and began to drive back towards the Jeffersonian. He began to wonder what Angela had talked to Bones about while he read the later, he finally decided to ask her.

"What did you say to Bones when you spoke to her ?" asked Booth softly, not taking his eyes off the road.

"I told her that I loved her no matter what and that, she would always be my best friend. And, that one day we would re-unite" smiled Angela, tears welling up in her eyes.

"You meant the world to her, Ange, you really did" replied Booth, smiling gently.

"Same with you, Booth - even if she never admitted it" smiled Angela.

"She did, in the letter. She had always dreamt of one day putting the death and murders besides, and focus on having a future together. Guess we never will now" frowned Booth, blinking back the tears.

Angela didn't know how to reply, she didn't want to admit that he was right because it seemed so cruel. She became silent and looked out of the window. Booth pulled up in the Jeffersonian car park. Angela and him got out, Booth locked the car behind him and walked into the Jeffersonian with her. He walked through the corridors, he got stopped a few times and listened as people told him how sorry they were for his loss. Someone had told them that he understood, Angela had to drag him away before he said anything back. Infact, Booth was thankful that Angela did pull him away - he would of ended up telling them that they didn't understand at all.

"Ange, do you think she's really in a better place ?" mumbled Booth, walking into Angela's office.

Angela sat down, there was a seat opposite her desk which she told Booth to sit in. Booth sat down, he was scared of knowing the answer to the question he had asked. What if earth seemed like hell compared to where she was ?

"No, sweetie, I don't think she is. She had everything here; her job, her friends and family. Don't ever think that she's happier where she is now, because I know she isn't - she was happy right here" whispered Angela, tears falling from her eyes.

"I hate knowing that she's gone somewhere that I can't bring her back from" sniffed Booth.

"Have you been around to her apartment yet ?" asked Angela.

Booth shook his head, he hadn't actually thought of going before.

"Go, sweetie" smiled Angela.

"And do what ?"

"Relive the memories, be in her presence - she did live there afterall" laughed Angela.

Booth stood up and began to walk out of Angela's office. He suddenly turned back around and walked back over to Angela, he gave her a big hug.

"Thanks, Ange" he whispered.