OK, it's taken a long time to update this. I'm sorry for that but I needed to make a decision on how to complete this. I decided to go with leaving the season intact. I have something else in the works, between seasons 6/7, carrying of from this story and the final. Hope you'll join me for that one. Until then please enjoy the last two chapter of Emotion in the Mix.

Tucked safely in the front seat of Bones car, Booth covered his eyes with his hand in an attempt to stop the world spinning out of control. It didn't. A hand reached across his body, followed by the floral smell of Bones perfume and the click of the seat belt buckle locking into the catch. Finally, Booth's head exploded as Bones forced the seat into an almost horizontal position.

'Hey, Bones, gentle' Booth bit the words out in an attempt not to empty the contents of his stomach in Bones car.

'I'll be back in a minute,' she replied vaguely, closing the door and leaving Booth in blessed silence.

Thank God, Booth reflected, I just want to be left alone to die quietly of self induced misery.

The truths he'd uncovered tonight played on his mind, even though he didn't want them to. Convinced he loved Hannah, loved her for pity sake, turned out to be just a smoke screen for his real feelings. Bones, it had always been Temperance Brennan. That bond, formed on their first assignment, grew into the real soul crushing emotion assaulting him now.

Anger well in him once again as he realised how many people he's hurt with this inability to perceive his true emotions. Hannah! Who knew what Hannah thought or felt about the events of tonight? She'd told Booth that she thought they'd have more time, as though she'd seen this coming. Did she really know his feelings when he'd been so blind to them? God, how much hurt had she taken on board to let him off the hook gently?

And Bones, his Bones…

Booth finally dropped off into a restless, alcohol induced sleep.

Suddenly wide awake, Booth momentarily wondered why the car had stopped and he stood beside it. Looking around, his mind recognised the reflecting pool and monuments. Bones walked ahead of him, towards the railing. A sense of deja vu assaulted him. Yet this picture wasn't quite right. He felt as though he watched the scene from another point of view. He felt as though he controlled the scene playing out before him.

Bones turned and smiled at him and, like a lamb to the slaughter, Booth found his feet making there way over to her. They lent on the balustrade, side by side. That's when Booth saw it, the little black box in Bones hand.

'I brought that for Hannah,' Booth stated with distaste, wondering how Bone found it when he'd thrown the dam thing in the pond earlier this evening.

'No, you didn't,' Brennan sounded so sure as she opened the black velvet covered box to expose the sparkling diamond and platinum ring nestled inside, 'you brought it for the woman you love.'

'And that's who, Bones?' his look and tone suddenly deadly, wondering if this had been her intention. 'You?'

'I want what you're offering, Booth' once again the soft almost pleading words fell from her lips.

'Marriage!' he demanded, never expecting Bones to capitulate to his demand.

'Commitment,' she offered, tears pooling in her eyes.

'And you gonna prove that how?' The nastiness in his tone surprised him. Yet Booth knew he wanted no less than her complete capitulation.

Returning her attention to the small black box in her hand, Brennan pulled out the ring and attempted to give it to Booth along with her right ring finger.

'Wrong hand, Bones!' Booths eyes held Bones for a long moment, daring her to surrender to his needs and present her left hand.

'I offered the promise of commitment, Booth,' Brennan quietly responded, her eyes saying more than either her tone or words, 'that's more than I've ever offered anyone. It's all I'm capable of offering.'

It moved him, yet he couldn't find the courage to take the ring from her shaking fingers. He wanted it all, the marriage, the wife, the kids and the house with the white picket fence, mortgage included. Booth wanted all that, and he wanted it with Temperance Brennan. Seeley Booth wasn't about to settle for anything less.

'I'm too angry.' Booth looked away not wanting to continue their confrontation. Or tell Bones if she didn't offer all of herself, he didn't want any of it.

'At me?' Brennan asked, confused.

'At myself.' He whispered, looking down at the ripples on the water. The stars in the sky reflected back at him, mocking him.

'Why?'

'Because you're right, Hannah….'

'We're going to talk about this now?' She exploded, anger lacing her voice.

'No, Bones,' Booth let out a heartfelt sigh, 'we're not.'

Somewhere to his left, Booth heard a door open and close. A warm hand linked with his, fingers entwined. That's when he realised he'd been dreaming.