Promise Me
"Promise me, Bones," Booth begs. "Promise me you'll be okay, that you won't let any of this come between us. Promise me you won't give up."
Brennan sets calculative eyes on him. Frowns. Slowly, shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Booth. I...I just can't. I can't forget this. I can't forget what you did. It's too horrible."
"But can you ever forgive me? All I've ever wanted to do is protect you. That's what I was trying to do."
"That's all he ever wanted to do and you killed him! You killed him because you couldn't stand the idea of him being around me. You're the one who said I should try to forgive him and when I did, it was too much for you. I can't. I can't come back from that. We can't."
"I was trying to protect you from him."
Brennan stares at him for ten long seconds. She stands and tightens her grip on the telephone, her one connection to Booth through the glass that separates them.
"Well, congratulations," she says. "He won't be around to 'bother' me anymore. And neither will you." She hangs up and heads for the door.