No update yesterday and I'm sorry. Between softball and finals, my life's been hectic. I would like to thank all of you who have reviewed and have been with this story from the beginning. I really appreciate it. Keep the reviews coming and I'll keep my story going. Deal? Deal. Without further a due, heres chapter 6. Enjoy!

"What was that about honey?" Joan asked, as Booth walked back into his apartment.

She noticed the huge red mark on the side of his face.

"What the hell happened Seeley?"

"She's uh…having a hard time getting used to how things used to be."

"And how did things used to be?"

"Us. Being best friends and partners."

"Why is she having a hard time? It seems like you two were getting along well."

"We are, were, she just….Can we not talk about this?"

"Sure. But why did she hit you?"

"She didn't hit, she slapped. And….I grabbed her, trying to stop her. I knew I shouldn't have grabbed her."

"Oh. I'm sorry if I'm asking too many questions."

"No it's….fine. Lets, go to bed."

"Okay."

Their fingers intertwined as they walked back to his bedroom. About 2 hours later, Joan was sound asleep, but Booth was not. He layed in bed, thinking heavily about everything that happened. "How come Bones never said anything like that before in the letters?" he thought. Then, a light lit up. The letters!

He slowly climbed out of bed, trying not to wake Joan, as he grabbed a box from under his bed and walked out into the living room. He ripped the lid off, and there sat over 100 letters. They were all in order, from the first to the last. He grabbed the very first letter and began reading it.

Dear Booth,

I'm not sure when or if you'll get this, but I decided the best way to not feel so homesick was to write. First, I want to say I am having an amazing time here on the Maluku Islands. We have been here for a little over a month. The finds' are remarkable and rather interesting. You would probably be bored here, but this….this is what I love to do. My true passion. Although, I never thought my true passion would involve Daisy being present. She is rather annoying. I sent her to another division to work alongside other anthropologists that could probably handle her better than I can. Is that selfish? Anyway, how is everything going in Afghanistan? Like I said before, please don't try to be a hero. You don't have to put yourself out in the field and risk your life. I know that's kind of selfish of me to say (I found myself being really selfish lately,) but I can't lose you. You are my best friend and I need to have you in my life. I have to get back to work, but I hope you are doing well. I won't worry if I don't get a reply back, I understand that communication for you is probably terrible, but if I do, I will be very greatful. See you in….320 days by the coffee cart on the mall by the reflecting pool.

Sincerely,

Bones.

Nothing telling there, just that she was excited to see him again. He went to the back of the box and found the last letter that was written. He opened it and began reading.

Dear Booth,

It has been a long 11 and a half months. I have enjoyed my time here. I have met many people who share common interests that I do. But I have to admit, I miss having to explain things to people. Everyone here seems to understand what I am saying, and I don't really like that. I don't feel as smart here as I do back at home. Ah, home. A subject that's been on my mind a lot lately. I have truly missed everyone so much, especially you. I miss being called Bones also. Everyone here calls me Dr. Brennnan. Although I don't mind, I wish I had you here to call me the only nickname I ever had, Bones. Anyway, how's things going over there? I hope you feel a sense of pride when you come home. And I also hope you didn't put yourself in any life-threatening situations. Like I said in my first letter so long ago, I can't lose you. Booth, theres something that I have to tell you when I get home. After not having any of my friends around for the past year, I have grown to realize how much you all mean to me. You, most importantly. But I'll save the rest for when I get home. 15 days. Can't wait to see you and everyone else.

With Love,

Bones.

It all made sense now. She was going to tell him how she felt when he got home, but instead, he showed up with another woman. He realized that after he met Joan, he didn't pay that much attention to the meaning in Brennan's letters, and he realized now that that was a mistake.

He layed back on the couch and let out a deep sigh. He had a decision to make. Joan was leaving in two weeks, but could he put Brennan through that much more pain? What if after Joan left, Brennan had already decided to give up and move on herself? He couldn't let that happen.

"Seeley?" he heard a half asleep Joan ask, walking into the living room. "It's two o' clock in the morning. Come back to bed."

"I can't. I can't."

"You can't what?"

"I can't….do this anymore. Us. I can't do us."

"What are you talking about Seeley?"

"I love Bones. I have always loved Bones. When I went to Afghanistan, I still loved her. And then I met you and I didn't think about her as much. But she was still always on my mind and I still loved her. And I still do. I'm sorry, but…it's Bones."

"Seeley…I uh…"

Before she could finish, Booth's cell phone rang.

"Booth." he stated and continued. "What happened? Is she okay? I'll…I'll be there in 10 minutes."

He hung up.

"Seeley whats wrong?"

"That was the hospital, Bones was in a car crash. It's...it's bad."

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