Now we know Booth loves her, took him long enough to figure it out. But Brennan isn't just going to take him back after one very intimate dance and Angela's proclamation.

Brennan is afraid, she knows how much he can hurt her, she has experienced it and compartmentalizing him doesn't work, so she is weary.

Once in Brennan's room, she sat down on the small bench in front of her dressing table. Booth sat on the chest at the end of her bed, his leg bouncing to release some of the nervous energy he had built up inside. They both stared at the floor not sure what to say.

"Why didn't you tell me about Hannah?"

"I didn't want you to think I split from her for the wrong reasons."

"What were the reasons then?"

Booth looked up at her, he wished she could feel what he was feeling just looking at her, then he wouldn't have to try to put it into words. He took a deep breath, "She isn't you."

"We are both beautiful, intelligent woman. We are both perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves in highly stressful and dangerous circumstances. We are very much alike. But she is blonde, which is your preference."

"Blondes are not my preference."

"Rebecca, Tessa, and Hannah."

"I have dated other women that are not blonde."

"How many?"

"We are not here to discuss who I have dated." He leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. "We are here to discuss us. While you are correct about Hannah and you being similar, she isn't you Bones and she can never hold a candle to you." He watched as Brennan processed what he just said.

"I am scared. The last few months have been exceedingly difficult to get through. I never thought a heart could break or feel pain unless injured physically. But I was wrong, I have felt the pain of the broken heart and sometimes that pain has been unbearable. And while I know it is impossible, I feel like part of my heart is missing."

"Bones, I am sorry, I never wanted to hurt you."

She got up and walked over to the window and looked out, "I tried Booth, I tried to be happy for you, and I tried to be a supportive friend. But after a while I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't pretend that you being with Hannah was okay, because it wasn't okay with me. And the longer I held it in, the more you included Hannah, the more the pain became unbearable." He could hear her voice starting to crack, but he knew he had to let her finish before he tried to console her. "When I asked you to stay away and you didn't, I couldn't take the pain anymore. So I broke us, I broke the center. It was the only way to keep you away so I could get better. And I have gotten better, while I still hurt, the pain is not what it was and I can recover from seeing you in only a few days now, I don't have to start all over mourning the loss."

Booth closed his eyes, lowered his head and swallowed hard. She was going to turn him away, she wasn't going to take a chance of getting her heart broken again and he couldn't blame her. He felt the weight of his own heart and he was waiting for the final blow that would break it in two.

"What do you want from me Booth?"

He stood and slowly walked over beside her. "I want a second chance. I want you to allow me to show you how much I love you and that I will never hurt you again."

"Last nights kiss, it was caused by loneliness and alcohol."

"NO, Bones ... God no." He was lonely, but he didn't kiss her that way because he was lonely or drunk … did he? He turned his head and looked into her eyes. Was she right? Was that kiss only loneliness? "Let me prove it. Let me prove it was real." He reached for her and pulled her to him. He cupped her face in his hands as he looked into her eyes and then he felt it, the irresistible pull to kiss her, his body screaming for her touch. His lips touched hers and her body faltered against his. She held onto his shoulders while he slipped on arm around her waist supporting her against him, while his tongue slipped between her lips searching for hers. She moaned involuntarily against his lips, only causing him to crush her against him. He slid is other hand through her hair. Her arms went instinctively around his neck, one hand pulling him to her, the other in his hair. When they broke apart, neither could breathe, she lowered her head, resting her forehead to his chin. "See Bones, it doesn't get any more real than that." He said between breaths.

He started to chuckle, "You even fit right up against me."

"What?"

"Our bodies, all the curves and contours are in just the right spot so we fit together like a puzzle piece, like we were molded for each other."

"Booth that is impossible."

"How else would you explain it Bones. You fit right here, no one else ever has. Oh, some are close, but none fit perfectly until you." She looked up at his face and thought, Sully was a close fit, but he was right he wasn't a perfect fit, not like she was experiencing right now, Michael never fit and Hacker most certainly was not even close. "Kind of like love Bones, you can love several people, but there is only one you love the most."

She pulled away from Booth and returned to the stool at her dressing table, "Where do we go from here?"

"I think that depends on you right now. You said some things that make me worry that you have moved on. I need to know if you want to give this … us a shot?" She didn't answer, she just stared at him. His heart sank, he took a deep breath, "Maybe you should think about it without me here watching you." She kept watching him but didn't say anything. He went to her and gently kissed her on the forehead, "Take all the time you need Bones." He left her room.

Once outside the door he took a deep breath and walked up the hall and through her living room. Cam watched him. "Booth is everything Okay?"

"He smiled at her, a sad smile, his eyes glistening." Yeah, Cam ... everything is fine." He left the apartment. Once back at his apartment, he picked up his fake rock and carried it inside with him. He went and sat on his couch, his jaw twitched, but he couldn't hold the tears back any longer. He stared straight ahead as one by one they rolled down his face.

Brennan sat down on her bed and pulled out her phone, she pushed Angela's number.

"Heya Sweetie, I am sure you have better things to do than to call me."

"I let him walk out."

"Wha-What …why? Bren what happened?"

"I asked where we went from here and he said it depended on me and if I had moved on. I couldn't answer him."

"Bren, have you moved on?"

"I don't know, I feel strange."

"What do you mean you feel strange?"

"Sad like I lost something. When he kissed me I felt my legs go weak, I felt this intensity that I only feel with him and then I went numb. Angela what happened?"

"I don't know Sweetie. Where is Booth now?"

"I don't know."