a/n; ladies and gentlemen I present chapter 3. Special thanks to the people who have already reviewed and followed means so much to me. Anyway on with the chapter.

Chapter 3

Bones sat at her desk in her office where photos surrounded her. Photos of her family and friends. One of all three kids when they were much younger at the Jeffersonian, one of her and Booth on their 10th anniversary trip, one of Angela, Jack and their two kids. She loved this desk. Bones sat there with her laptop open and a word document with the cursor constantly blinking at her waiting to move to the left with each letter. Bones had decided she would write a book for just herself on the flashbacks of her marriage and life. She decided that this would never see the light of day. This book was strictly for her in preserving the memory of her dead husband.

Seeley Booth wasn't just any other man. He was the man of any woman's dream. He could've had any woman he wanted except he chose me. He chose mentally screwed up, cold, scared of commitment and scared of intimacy woman. Seeley Booth chose Temperance Brennan. I remember the first time we had met and we ended up hitting off and then something happened. We began to hate each other. Wheather it was the kiss, or the night of passion something changed between us. We went from possible lovers to haters.

I remember the day as if it was yesterday we had just solved our first case together and we began to talk and then we began to argue and then we began to scream at one another. Words of hate. He called me a cold hearted bitch and I called him a deceiving asshole. I left the FBI building that day and decided that I would never return to that awful place with that awful but, god damn handsome man who had managed to steal my heart just that little bit.

I left the country to go start and finish my latest bone digging expedition in Guatemala. I spent 3 years there and made many new friends. I spent three years there without a single word from HIM. I remember the day when I suddenly realized that I thought I was falling for him. It wasn't good. I spent three years without any contact.

Bones sat at the desk pondering what she could write next. When the doorbell ringing throughout interrupted the large empty house. Bones didn't want to get up and answer the door. She wanted to stay in her chair with her laptop on her feet, Booth's shirt on and fluffy slippers that Booth always found so incredibly attractive. She pushed her feet away from the desk and onto the ground then rising from her chair. Making her way down one flight of stairs and to the front door where Angela greeted her. She was dressed in a dress that reached just below the knees. She was a women few years younger than herself. Age had done her well, Angela Montenegro didn't look her age. She had aged tremendously well.

"Hey Brennan! How are you?" Angela asked in a concerned voice.

"How are you holding up?"

"Come in." Bones stood away from the door and guided Angela away from the door and into the main hall of the house.

"Coffee?" Bones asked quietly. Heading towards the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'd love some." Angela replied following Bones into the kitchen.

Bones put on the pot of water and added the coffee into both mugs, then one with milk and sugar and one with just milk.

"You still take your coffee so bitter." Angela said with a chuckle in her tone.

"I hate sweet things. And that hasn't changed amongst any of this chaos." Brennan said hesitantly.

"How are you holding up. I know you ignored me when I asked you earlier. I want to know for certain."

Brennan paused, put down her mug, turned around and placed her hands on either side of the bench so Angela couldn't see her eyes as they began to pool with moisture.

She wouldn't do it, she wouldn't cry in front of her friend or anyone. She was Temperance freaking Brennan one of the most famous crime-writing authors and a world renowned medical doctor who provided identity to those who had died. She told their stories after they had died. She had shared their voices through her own. She was a freaking hero and she was not going to cry in front of Angela, her best friend. Temperance was hard on herself she new that but it was the fact that she was hard on herself that made her that strong powerful women everyone knew her as today.

Bones turned around with her eyes dry it was when she had dared to look her best friend in the eye that her eyes began to fill with tears. She laughed. She began to laugh harder.

Angela looked at her strangely. She was creped out. She knew Brennan dealt with things like normal people. She wasn't a normal human being.

"I….." Bones didn't think she could finish this sentence without feeling judged. She took one last swig of the steaming coffee the burning on her tongue gave her the courage to finis the sentence.

"I…" Bones said

"Come on, tell me. I'm not going to judge you. Its not like your off sleeping with someone. Wait are you?" Angela looked at her in an almost interrogating way if that was at all possible.

"I'm writing a book." Brennan stopped talking.

"Like you haven't written one before!" Angela

"No. Not a crime book. A book about Seeley. To remember him and is never to see the light of day." Brennan continued to look out the window as she said it avoiding Angela's gaze.

"That's fine Bren. There is nothing bad about that. You're just remembering the life of your husband. I don't think this book should see the light of day and be for your eyes only. But again you didn't really answer my question." Angela was hoping she could conceal her frustration from Brennan.

"How do you think I am doing? I lost my husband. He is gone and he has left me here alone." Brennan began to yell and sob. Scaring Angela and breaking down in front of people apart from her husband.

"My husband is dead and he has left me all alone and I cant do it. He wrote a stupid letter about asking me to move on when I don't think I can. He is asking me to be happy, to move on, to 'celebrate' his life not mourn it but how can I not! He died at 59 freakin years old. HE IS GONE ANGELA! And what the hell am I supposed to do." Brennan said sliding down one of the kitchen cupboards until she was lying like a dead body.

"I'll get the alcohol!" Angela reached up off out of the seat and walked to the other side of the kitchen opened the alcohol company reached up and grabbed a bottle of scotch.

These two ladies were going to drink till they couldn't drink, talk and walk no more.

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