"Because!" Brennan yelled, "Angela is my best friend, and Michael Vincent is like my own child! If it were Christine being sent to a hospital all the way across the country for treatment, I would want Angela there with me. I wouldn't want to do it alone!" She sat down at the kitchen island and picked up her phone, "I am leaving for Seattle on Thursday, Christine is coming with me, and if you would like to join us, Booth, you're more than welcome." She looked up the phone number of the Marriott nearest Sloan-Grey Memorial Hospital and made a reservation for a single room.
"Why do you do this, Bones? When it gets hard, when it gets a little murky, a little sticky, you run." Booth said with a sigh.
"Oh don't go there with me, Booth! You KNOW that I had to leave, or I was going to be arrested! And now- I'm fine. We're- fine. I'm not running-" She was cut off by Booth, "Don't lie to me, Bones. We're not fine. You're not fine. But, running away, that's not gonna make it better. When you come back from Seattle, if you come back, everything is going to be exactly how you left it. You're upset with me, I know, believe me, I know, But also believe me when I say this, the last thing I want is for you to be hurting and I want you to know, I need for you to know, that what I'm doing, it's for you. Everything I do, it's all for you. I love you, Bones. I need you to know that."
Booth started walking towards the stairs, "I'm not going to Seattle, but when you come back, I'll be here. I will always be here."
He went up stairs and Brennan heard the bedroom door close. She wiped the tears forming in the corners of her eyes, picked up Christine and her suitcase, and walked out the door.