So I didn't get that many reviews on the last chapter, which made me think that I didn't do it a very good job. Please, leave a review. Even if it's just one word, because that one word means alot.

I'm also glad that no one thought Booth's attitude was OOC. This chapter's a little darker, as he get's angrier at everyone. Hope you enjoy!

Brennan awoke the next day to the smell of coffee and burnt toast. She slowly got up, put her slippers on, and then wobbled out into the kitchen. She saw Booth's back turned to her, as he leaned against the counter, holding a glass of coffee in his hand.

"What's that smell? It smell's like something's burning." she stated, hoping to get his attention.

"Toast." he mumbled.

"Did you go to sleep at all?" she asked, worriedly.

He shook his head in response.

"What did you do all night?"

"TV." he mumbled again.

"Booth, are you going to talk to me? Or are you just going to mumble everything or even worse, give me the silent treatment?"

He didn't answer.

"Booth." she said a little louder.

"What?" he yelled, turning around.

She gasped at the sight of his face. His whole face was red, and his eyes were gray and sagging. He had huge bags under his eyes and he looked…terrible.

"You promised you wouldn't act like this." she reminded him.

"People break promises all the time now-a-days. Promises don't mean anything anymore."

"To us they do. You have never broken a promise to me, and neither have I to you. Let's not start now." she said, walking over to him.

She went to caress his face when he jumped back, seemingly scared.

"I'm not going to hurt you Booth."

"I never said you would I just…don't want to be touched, okay?"

She nodded. "Fine. If this is how you want to act, then fine. I'm going to go get ready, and then meet Angela for lunch. My suggestions, take a shower."

"I'll do what I want." he mumbled.

She shook her head in disappointment. She had never seen him like this. He had never treated her like this. It was scary, frightening, and she just wanted to get away.

"I'm getting ready."

"Whatever." he mumbled again.

She sighed and wobbled into her bedroom, picking out non-fancy clothes and throwing them on, not caring what she looked like. She put her hair in a ponytail, grabbing her keys from her purse as she walked out into the kitchen, where Booth was still standing in the same place he had been.

"I'll be back later." she told him, but he didn't answer.

She sighed and wobbled out the door, heading to the Royal Diner to have lunch with her best friend.

When Brennan wobbled into the diner, she saw Angela was already there waiting. She walked over to the table and sat down across from her. Angela could instantly tell something was wrong. Her cheeks were puffy and it looked like she had been crying.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"Hank died." Brennan statedd.

"What? When?" Angela asked, surprised.

"Last night at around 2:30. He died in his sleep."

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. Is that why you were crying?"

Brennan shook her head no. "Booth is…having a hard time." she whispered.

"Did he hit you?" she gasped.

"No! No! He would never do that Angela! No matter how upset he is! He's not his father!" she exclaimed, as people in the diner stared at her.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't know. It was the wrong thing to ask. Then what happened?"

"He's very angry. He's barely talking to me. And when he does, he mumbles or yells. I'm not used to seeing him act like this. In all the year's I've known him, he's never acted like this. And…it scares me."

Angela apologetically placed her hand on top of Brennan's. "I'm sorry sweetie. But Hank was the only father figure Booth ever had. He was very important to him. Give him time. He'll come around."

"I know that Angela. Last night, he was a little rude, but I told him not to shut me out and that I would be here for him and he apologized and he said he wouldn't. He told me to go to bed, while he stayed up and watched TV all night. I thought that when I woke up, he wouldn't be angry again, but he was. He burnt toast. He hasn't talked much, and he stood in the same place in the kitchen for a very extended amount of time. I'm worried about him."

"I know sweetie. But it's all part of the grieving process. Denial and isolation, then anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance."

"Well, so far he's skipped denial and went straight to isolation and anger."

"Most people don't go through all the steps. Everyone's different. But who knows, he might skip right to acceptance after this, but he might go through all the rest."

"I certainly hope not. I don't know if I'll be able to deal with this. I'm not…used to being the person that comforts another. Booth's usually the one that comforts me, but I guess it's my turn."

Angela nodded. "Just be there for him sweetie. Stand your ground, don't back down."

"But what if he get's even more angry at me?"

"Well then…I don't know sweetie. We'll just see how everything goes."

Brennan smiled. "Thanks Angela. You always know what to say."

"No problem sweetie. I'm happy to help."

Just then, Angela's phone rang.

"Excuse me." she told Brennan as she answered it.

"Hey sweetie."

"Hey Ang, is Brennan with you?" Jack's voice rang from the other line.

"Yeah why?"

"Booth's here and is stirring up all kinds of trouble."

"What do you mean?"

"He wants to know where Brennan is. He's screaming and yelling and demanding to get answers. He's acting very out of character. I don't understand why he's acting like this. I told him she was with you, and then he stormed out of here. I've never seen him like this before. He was pissed off in every way possible. I was scared he was going to do something. Did him and Brennan have a fight?"

"No...Hank died."

"Ohhhh." He drug out. "That would explain everything. I'm guessing he skipped denial and went straight into anger."

"You think? Where did he go?"

"I don't know. I told him I thought you guys were at the diner, and then he stormed out of here. He might be heading there."

"Okay Jack, thanks."

"No problem. Is Brennan okay?"

"She's just worried about him and a little shook up. That's all. She'll be fine."

"Okay. Give her my condolences for me, will ya?"

"Of course. See you later sweetie. Love you."

"Love you too Ange. Bye."

She hung up as she noticed Brennan's frightened face.

"What's going on?" Brennan asked nervously.

"Booth went to the Jeffersonian angry and was demanding to know where you were."

"Why didn't he just call my cell?"

"He's probably to worked up to think about that. But Hodgins told him we were here, so he might be coming."

"What is so important that he had to go to the Jeffersonian for?"

Just then, Brennans phone rang. She rummaged through her purse and found it, answering it.

"Brennan." she stated.

"Temperance. This is Andrew Hacker."

"Andrew, what are you calling for?"

"I wanted to let you know that Agent Booth's SUV was found abandoned by Hillcrest Heights. We tried his cell but he has not picked up. I was wondering if you knew where he could've gone?"

Brennan sighed. "I don't know. We uh…had a fight this morning. His grandfather died last night. He's very angry."

"Well could you try to call him and locate him? It would be very appreciated."

"Sure. Thanks for calling Andrew."

"No problem. And Temperance?"

"Yes?" she asked, annoyed.

"Congratulations on the engagement."

"Thank you." she said as she hung up.

"Whats going on?" Angela asked.

"Booths SUV was found abandoned by Hillcrest Heights."

"Hillcrest Heights? What's he doing over there?"

"I have no idea."

Then Brennan thought for a moment, and a light went on in her genius head.

"I know where he is!" she exclaimed.

"Really where?"

"I don't have time. I have to go."

She slowly stood up and wobbled her way out of the diner to find the man she loved.

Where's Booth going? Any ideas? Let me know. Please review!