A/N … So I don't usually like to do sequels, Im more of a one shot kind of girl. But after all of the wonderful reviews I got, and quite a few requests for a sequel, I thought I would give it a try.

Also I don't have a beta, Im way too impatient for that. So all mistakes are my own.

So I ran. Not my finest moment I'm sure. Well what was I supposed to do? I mean honestly. All that talk about reaching out. I had to go. My only regret is not doing it more tastefully. I should have told him. I should have explained to him. Instead I woke up the next morning thinking about all the things that he said, and my heart started beating rapidly my palms were sweaty. I was scared. Now don't misinterpret me. I was not scared of being with Booth, I was scared of how he would change. I liked our relationship. I liked how comfortable we were together. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I didn't want that to change. More so I needed it to the stay the same. But after he said those things, I knew that everything was changing. I don't take change well. If I ignored him, and never "reached out". He would be hurt. He would change. Things would never be the same. That's what I was afraid of. Change! Nothing else…

Does Booth not understand how much I want him in my life. Why did he have to go and ruin things? It makes me angry. That's why I left. To let him come to his senses. Realize that things need to be left the way things are.

Im lonely here. I miss my friends, my home, my work, and yes I even miss my Booth. I have never felt so alone before. It's a very odd feeling for me. I have left DC before. But this time… And I don't want to hear that this time its because Im missing Booth. I hate psychology. I have only made one call since I got here, and that call was to Cam just to let her know that I would be taking some time off. I also made sure she relayed the message to everyone that I was alright and that I would be back soon. I honestly don't know when I am going back. I have been working on a new book night and day. I think I may have what they call writers block. I write for hours, and then delete and just start all over again. It just doesn't feel right. Which of course is Booths influence. Since when have I ever done or not done anything because it doesn't "feel" right.

I want to go home.

So she ran. I can understand that. I scared her. I pushed her too hard. I was warned that this would happen. But I was intoxicated, don't they always say that the truth comes out when your intoxicated. Maybe I can blame her. She wanted me to talk about what I would do for the one I love. Serves her right for finding out that the one I love just happens to be her. Alright It wasn't her fault. It wasn't anyones really. I should have had more patience, and she should not have been as amazing as she is. So it was fifty fifty. No one except me know the reason that she left. Im sure Angela suspects somethings up. Bones leaving, me being in a very melancholy mood. She is practically psychic about these things. Apparently she called Cam, but left no information about her whereabouts, only that she would have her cell off and would only be checking her emails. That was what confirmed to me her exact reason for leaving. Bones never leaves her cellphone off. Not for anything.

I love her I really do. I am so certain now that it has nothing to do with the coma dream.

I just want her to be happy you know? I want her to be happy with me or without me. But I don't know that I can live without her. It's a catch 22 for sure. The only thing I can figure is I will write her an email. Tell her im sorry, tell her it was the drinks talking. Tell her to come home. Tell her we miss her.

I miss her

He wrote me an email today. I had checked my emails everyday. In fact I had checked them maybe an hour previous. When I seen that my inbox had 1 new. I was nervous, like somehow I knew it was him. And there it was. 1 email from .

I probably sat there for a good twenty minutes contemplating whether or not to open it. Did I really want to know what he had to say. Was it going to make me want to come home, or stay away longer. Finally I opened it after deciding that if I did it he would think I was angry with him. And seeing as I wanted things to go back to normal him thinking I was angry would hurt him. That and I just plain hated it when he was upset with me.

So I took a deep breath and I read it.

Bones,

This was originally going to be a "I'm sorry" email. And I promise it will be, but I need to get something off of my chest first.
I need you to know that I meant every word I said. I wasn't just drunk. I have been harboring these feelings for awhile now, the alcohol just gave me some courage to finally say them.

I know why you left. I scared you. And no matter how many times you try and justify this fear to yourself you know exactly what your scared of and you know why. You are comfortable with the way things are. Us being just partners. Do you know that there is probably not one time that you have referred to me as a friend. And I would say we are pretty good god damn friends. You know more about me than anybody else. I see you just as much when im not working as I do when I am. You hang out with my son, and I. pops invited you over to dinner practically the whole time he was here. But you need to label us as partners to keep the distance. Its safe this way. So even though you say that you trust me implicitly, you still have the irrational fear that I might leave. And as just 'partners' that's easier for you to deal with.

I get it Bones, I get you.

So I understand your need to leave. But let me explain what you leaving has done to me.

I feel like my heart is bleeding, like it started raining when you left, and just hasn't stopped. Metaphorically speaking.

Everyday of my life I have been a fighter, I have never given up. But when you left, for the first time in my life I felt like not fighting anymore. I felt like giving up.

I know that we have had some great times, and had some bad times. I know we have made each other angry a million times. And im sure I have frustrated you to no end, as you have me. And if these things are whats keeping you from me then please understand that I am only human. I make mistakes. But I can learn from them.

If you would just give me a try, I can promise you that you wont be disappointed.

All of the things I should have said that I never did, all the things I should have done that I didn't. I want you to know that I wanted to say them. And im trying to make up for some lost time here.

I love you Bones. You have got a piece of me. And I will give you the rest of me willingly, if you will have me. There is not a moment that goes by that I don't think of you. Do you know how annoying that is? Especially when its coupled with 'I wonder if she is thinking of me too' I would love to know that you are probably thinking of me too.

I could spout romantic jargon for hours. Im really good at it. But I know that to you its all conjecture. You need evidence. Well if you come home, I will give you complete empirical evidence.

Just know that If you wanted me to kill for you I would

If you wanted me to die for you I would

And if you want me to pretend I don't love you then I will do that to.

It would eat me up inside, but for you I could do anything. If your not ready, or just plain don't have any of the same feelings for me as I do you, then just tell me. I can go on pretending like nothing has changed. I need you in my life and I will take you any way that I can get you. In my arms, or beside me in an interrogation room. Although I can only hope for both. Just tell me what you want Bones and I will give it to you, I will give you anything you want. I promise you.

Come home soon

We miss you, I miss you.

Besides working with all these interns is driving me bonkers. I need my Bones back.

Booth

So that was it that was the email. I read it about 100 times, and im not exaggerating.

And so I am on a plane back to DC….

A/N Thanks for reading guys, sorry if it was not as good as the first one, but I am just not good with the whole sequel thing.