A/N: I noticed it was hard to distinguish between place changes, so I'm helping out a little.
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Sully turned off his computer, not believing what he'd heard, and feeling slightly sick to his stomach.
*If she had to choose, she would choose him. I left her, and even if I did give her a choice, she won't see it that way. I knew she had feelings for him, even if she never consciously admitted it, and he never left her by choice.*
With that last, depressing (to him) thought, he grabbed the bottle of whiskey from his kitchen and sat down on his couch, intending to get completely and fully wasted to try and forget his epiphany.
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Booth and Brennan finished their paperwork and food around 11, neither of them noticing that the other was nervous. They just sat around for a while, with some idle chitchat to postpone the reality of the next day. Because, the next day, Booth would be leaving. And neither one of them wanted that. So it was about a quarter after midnight when there was a knock on Brennan's door.
With a slightly puzzled look on her face, Brennan stood up to get the door. A very drunk Sully stood on the other side.
"Why are you still here?" He slurred, pointing in the general vicinity of Booth. "I thought you were 'just partners' Tempe. Does that mean that I'll get to hang out with you until all hours of the night?"
"Sully, obviously you've had a lot to drink. We just finished up our paperwork, and we were just chatting a little before Booth left. You should go home and sleep it off, ok?" Brennan reasoned, hoping Sully was able to understand and get home.
"You- and you-" some unintelligible slurring, and Sully was down for the count. He swayed, then passed out cold in Brennan's doorway.
*sigh* "Booth, could you take him home? I really don't want him staying here tonight," Brennan said, hoping Booth could help.
"Yeah, sure. Do you know what may have made him drink like this? Cuz' he usually doesn't drink until he drops." Brennan thought back to her confession earlier that evening. Unbeknownst to her, Booth was thinking about the exact same thing.
*No, he doesn't know. He couldn't…* Brennan, realizing Booth was waiting for an answer, said, "No, I have no clue."
"Ok, well, I'd better get him home. I'll meet you at the diner for breakfast tomorrow? Is seven ok?" Booth asked as he picked Sully up in a fireman's carry.
"Yeah, sure. I'll see you in the morning. Bye."
"Bye."
Brennan shut the door after Booth and just stood there for a minute, before heading to her room to get ready for bed. While she was brushing her teeth, she heard a knock at the door.
*Who could it be now?* She thought irritably.
"Oh, hi Dad. What are you doing here?" she asked, moving aside to let her dad inside.
"Well, honey, I just wanted to give you this. I thought you should watch it before Booth left on his trip," Max said, handing her a package.
"O-k…" Brennan said slowly, not getting it.
"Well, that's all sweetie. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" With that, Max let himself out.
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Brennan looked at the package, about the size of her hand.
*I should watch it tonight. But it's late…*
Brennan set the package down on her coffee table and went to bed. She tried to get to sleep, but couldn't. She had this feeling she should watch whatever it was tonight, instead of first thing in the morning. After about two hours of unsuccessful attempts to sleep, she let out a frustrated groan, threw her covers off, and walked into the living room to grab her laptop and the package. She went back to her room and settled on her bed to watch whatever it was her dad wanted her to see. She opened the package to find a USB drive, similar to the one Angela bought when they were out to lunch the other day.
*But why would my dad and Angela be collaborating on something...* Brennan thought as she booted up her computer and plugged in the USB drive.
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Booth dropped Sully off, grateful that he had regained consciousness in time to walk himself into his apartment with minimal assistance. Booth heaved a big sigh and rolled his eyes as he got back into his car to FINALLY go home. Luckily, Sully didn't live more than five minutes from Booth.
*God, I just want to get home, and go to bed.* Booth then thought of what the next day would bring, and decided he didn't want to go home just yet.
*I wonder if the diner's open. I could definitely go for some pie.* Booth grinned a little at the thought of pie and his most recent argument about it with Bones.
*Huh, I wonder if she would like French Silk Pie….she says she doesn't like her fruit cooked, French Silk Pie has no fruit…*
Booth thought about this for a few minutes while driving to the diner and decided he would get some for her when he got back.
*Aw, they're closed! Maybe I can get some pie in the morning.*
With that last hopeful thought, Booth turned the SUV around and headed for home.
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*What the- why is Booth on camera?*
Brennan was confused for a minute, until she realized that it didn't appear that Booth was aware of the camera.
*Are they talking about me?*
Brennan's heart nearly stopped when she heard what Booth said.
*No way….there's no way he said what I think he just said!*
Brennan reversed the video to the part where someone who sounded a lot like her father asked Booth if her loved her. She let it play through "Yes, yes I do," and sat back heavily.
*I- I can't believe this. He loves me? But that means- damn it, Angela was right! But this is a good thing. But what am I supposed to do?*
Brennan just sat there, having gone from disbelief to overjoyed to anxious in about a minute. Considering she usually compartmentalizes her emotions, this was something of an overload and was very exhausting. She thought about her situation for about half an hour before she fell asleep on the couch.
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