Author's Note:Hi everyone! Sorry it's taking so long to update, I'm really busy and have been trying to work on all my stories, but I think I'm favoring Bodyguard. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter.

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What had she done? Besides broken a man's heart. She thought about it. She had probably lost the best and closest friend she had ever had, and would ever have in her life. She felt a tear creep down her cheek and wiped it away. Booth, her partner, best friend, her life, had just said he loved her and what had she said? She might as well had said she hated him. She broke his heart, for goodness sake! He would never, ever, talk to her again, and she didn't blame him! She groaned out loud.

"Something wrong, Sweetie?" Bones heard a voice from behind her.

Bones gasped. She hadn't realized that she was still on the sidewalk in front of the diner, and she hoped with every part of her that Booth hadn't noticed. "Yeah, um… I'm fine, Ange. Thanks though." She gave her friend a shy smile and walked away, hoping to get home to pop open a bottle of wine, but she realized that dream was gone when she heard the clicks of Angela's high heels following her. She sighed and rolled her eyes the slightest bit. She didn't have enough strength, energy, or time to deal with this right now.

"Sweetie, I know that look. What's up?" Angela kept following, struggling to keep up in her four-inch heels with Brennan's quick pace. She knew what was up, she was Angela, she had her ways. Sweets had told her what Booth was doing, and now Brennan was upset, so she knew what had happened, and when Brennan kept walking without answering, her annoyance burst out. "Gugh! Sweetie! You march right back in there and tell him how you feel!" She paused when she almost ran into Brennan, who had stopped from surprise that Angela knew what had happened. "I'm not stupid, I know what he did."

"It's nothing, Ange. Nothing. He didn't mean it. He couldn't have, okay?" Brennan was about to cry now. All she wanted to do was go home and cry herself to sleep, but she figured if anyone had to be there, Angela was her second pick. Booth was her first, but she knew that was far from happening. She groaned, "Come on." And with that she walked into her apartment building, with Angela following.

She put her coat on the coat rack, noticing and trying to cover up Booth's jacket, which he must have left there at their last Thai food dinner. She drew in a deep breath. "You know I don't love him, right Ange?" Angela gave her a look, one that could only mean she thought Brennan was lying to her.

Brennan sighed, this was going to be a long night. Angela had done this before, stayed over, and she had tried her hardest to get all information out of Brennan. That's what Angela did, she pried through peoples information, and as much as many people hated it, Brennan thought it was one of Angela's best qualities, although she acted like she was annoyed with her when she did it. She would never admit how much she appreciated having someone to talk to, someone who cared about her.

Booth cared about her too, but in a different way. He, she forced herself to say it, loved her. Angela did too, in a way, love Brennan, but it wasn't the same. Angela loved Brennan as a friend, someone who cared about her happiness, someone to tell her little secrets to. But Booth was different. Booth cared about her, no doubt. He cared if Bones was happy, but he would do things to make her unhappy, if it meant doing what was best for her. He was also the person who knew the most about her. She told him everything about her, past and present. There were things that Booth knew that she'd never even told Angela. She stopped thinking when she realized she was crying.

"Oh, Sweetie!" Angela rushed over and hugged her best friend, knowing not what else to do. She thought for a second, of something to say. She was tired of being nice to Brennan. She needed a good kick in the head. Angela took a deep breath in. "You've really got to stop, Bren. I'm sick and tired of you bottling up your feelings. I know, I know, you're scared, but you know what? Everyone has fears of getting in too deep, but they don't have Booth. You have Booth. He cares about you more than anyone! He would never, ever, leave or hurt you. You should know that by now!"

'Oh gosh. Too much.' Angela thought and mentally kicked herself. She regretted what she had just done. She had gone on too much on feelings. Things Brennan preferred to avoid. Angela made a split decision. She grabbed her purse and walked to the door. "I'm sorry, Sweetie, but you needed to hear it." She shut the door without one look back at Brennan.

She'd seen that seen recently, Brennan thought. Someone leaving after hurting another. Thinking of that only made things worse. She decided to drink some wine after all. She didn't know what else to do. There was no talking to anyone, Angela and Booth were most likely never going to talk to her again, and she didn't feel comfortable talking with anyone else. She considered Sweets, but then remembered who had started all of this. She looked at the flashing light on the answering machine and groaned. She couldn't play it. What if it was Booth? Should she play it? If it was him, what would he say? Would he yell, cry, or would he do nothing? She didn't know, so she didn't hit play. Instead, she just poured some more wine into the over sized glass she was holding and went to sit on the couch.

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