Author's Note: Another chapter already! I'm almost done with the third one, so it should be up today or tomorrow, depending on when I feel like finishing it. School is out next week, but finals are next week, too, so after I'm done with chapter three, I might not be able to write any more for a little while. Thanks for everyone who read this yesterday, and as always, constructive criticism and reviews are welcome!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, sadly, so this is just for fun.

"Thanks for dropping me off, Booth." She said, unbuckling her seat belt. "It was wonderful to not to have to call a cab again."

"You've been calling cabs to come pick you up?" He asked, getting out of the car. "Why not just call Andrew? And how long have you been working this late, anyway?"

"Booth…" She sighed as he walked up to where she stood on the sidewalk. "It's just been a little difficult with Andrew lately, all right? Why can't you just let it go?" She spun away from him and headed toward the front of her apartment building.

"Bones!" She heard his voice behind her and paused, turning to face him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pressure you with asking about Andrew and everything."

"You're going to walk me up to my apartment no matter what, aren't you?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Um, yes." He said, giving her a quizzical look. She didn't reply, just turned around and entered the building.

The elevator ride up to her floor was silent, the air thick with tension between them. She didn't want him here right now. She didn't need him to walk her up to her apartment every time he dropped her off. It would have been easier to be alone, so she could think of what she was going to have to tell Andrew. This wasn't going to be easy.

The elevator 'dinged' their arrival, and they stepped out into the hallway. She noticed that he kept a little more distance between them, but was too tired to even try to analyze what that could possibly mean.

She unlocked the door to her place and was about to step inside when he placed a hand on her arm.

"What?" She asked, looking over at him. His mouth was set in a firm line, and his eyes were serious.

"Good night, Bones. And good luck with Andrew." He said softly, before turning around and walking down the hallway. She watched him go, a slight feeling of guilt swirling in her stomach. She shouldn't have been so hard on him-after all, it wasn't his fault that she was having problems with Andrew.

"Good night, Booth." She whispered, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. With that, she turned the knob and crossed the threshold. She paused to hang up her coat in the closet, and moved to set her purse down on the small table next to it.

"Well, it's about time you got home, Tempe." His voice startled her, and she spun around to find him standing in the middle of the living room. His arms were folded over his bare chest, and a wry smile played at his lips. "Did Booth drop you off?"

"Yes, Andrew, he did." She replied, her voice cold. "He actually came to the lab, instead of just calling and telling me to come home."

"I would have come and picked you up if you called." He made his way over to the couch and sank down onto it. "But you never call me. You just call a cab."

"I didn't want to wake you up in the middle of the night." She said, hoping that would be enough to convince him to drop the issue.

"Oh, but you'll wake Booth up in the middle of the night?" He asked sarcastically.

"Andrew, I didn't wake him up. He came to the lab because he couldn't sleep. I've never called him to drop me off." She answered, wanting to get off this train of thought immediately. He always got defensive when Booth was brought up, and it had led to some of their worst fights.

"So, whenever he can't sleep, he comes looking for you at the lab?" He laughed dryly and looked away from her. "Oh, you just don't want to let me know that you're having an affair with him. Do you think I'm blind? I knew from the moment I saw you with him that there was something more there. Yet, I still decided-"

She cut him off. She couldn't take this anymore. "What? Are you ridiculous? We…me and Booth are just partners. There's nothing between us." She was surprised at how disappointed she sounded when she spoke those last words. When had that changed? She had always been happy with being 'just partners' before.

"Of course there's not." He sighed, and let his head fall into his hands. A moment later, he looked up and met her eyes again. "Do you still want to try and fix this? Fix us?" He gestured between them. "Because I don't think it's going to be worth it."

"All we ever do is fight, Andrew. I don't think we're ever going to be able to fix this." All she wanted to do was go to bed, to fall into a sleep that was silent and black, so that she didn't have to think anymore. So that she could finally get some rest, and stop having those dreams…

"Tempe? Tempe? Are you all right?" She heard him say, and she shook herself out of her thoughts to find him staring at her.

"I'm fine…do you want to get your things?" She yawned, barely able to keep her eyes open any longer.

"Yeah…so I guess this is the end, huh?"

"Yes, Andrew, it is the end of another relationship. I was wondering when it was going to come." She murmured to herself, finding her thoughts muddled.

He turned away from her, and walked back into her bedroom. She made her way over to the couch, and sank down onto it, her eyes seeming to close of their own volition. Someone-it must have been Andrew-covered her with a blanket, and that was the last thing she knew before she fell asleep.