"In a New York Minute everything can change, in a New York Minute things are getting pretty strange, In a New York Minute everything can change. Lying here in the darkness, you hear the sirens wail. Someone's going to emergency someone's going to jail. If you find someone you love in this world you better hang on tooth and nail-the wolf is always at the door. In a New York Minute everything can change..."

New York Minute by The Eagles

"Do you still care?" she asked her blue eyes full of wonder and hope.

Her words hung in the air as Booth slowly considered them. He did care, hell he never stopped caring and while once upon a time he had easily admitted it to her. He wasn't sure if he could now. He had Ashley to think about. If he carried out a relationship with Bones only a few months after her mother's death, would his little girl think Brennan was trying to replace her mother?

She waited as the wind screamed around her.

"Bones…" Booth sighed and rested against one of the walls in the corridor. Her eyes followed him as he ran his hand through his hair then looked to her. "Bones, I never stopped caring…"the flame ignited in her eyes. "…but-", then realization hit her and a sky of unshed tears rained down putting it out.

"Many variables have changed since we broke apart. You are worried what Ashley will think and if it is morally correct to resume a past relationship only a few months after your fiancé's death." Brennan voiced his thoughts for him.

Booth nodded his head yes. Though, It was getting dark again, the sun was setting, birds were quiet, and the sun had started to disappear. He glanced at the platform through the glass doors, they were so close.

"I understand, but I did not ask if you wished to resume what we once had Booth. I simply asked if you still cared." Brennan said smiling a sad smile at him.

"I should back to the skull fracture I was working on." Brennan said, starting to walk back in the direction they had come from.

"Yeah." Booth said just as soft. "See you back at your place?" Booth asked.

"Yeah, that's fine." Brennan said.

Wait she said she didn't want to resume what they once had? What did she want? He wanted to stop her, to call out her name but his voice was carried away in the fierce wind and pelting rain.

Brennan was disappointed as she walked away, alone. Yes he cared, and he admitted it but he didn't love her. Not like before, maybe he really had fallen for Hannah. Angela was wrong she had left the states and his heart.

Booth watched as she walked away with glossy eyes, the same woman he had fallen-correction- is- in love with was now back in his life, and he was letting her go in the most dangerous part of the storm. The sun was out of view, dark clouds covered it up.

She wondered what he was going to do about her, about them. She sighed as she stared at the skull fracture momentarily and then exhaled emotional. She put the skull and all of the tools she needed away and walked out of bone storage, only stopping to look back as she turned off the lights.

Booth made it back to Brennan's place at two thirty in the morning. That's when the tears started. Tears, for Bones, for Ashley, for Hannah- and even some for the yesterdays he longed to taste - if only for a moment. Though, he told himself nothing lasts forever. The sun was gone.

Brennan turned on the radio in her car recognizing an old Hootie and the Blowfish song. She chuckled a cry at the songs name, Hannah Jane. She turned it up.

"So what are you gonna do about me? I'll be there when you have no one else. I'll be there be your friend hold on strong don't let go there will never be no one to take your place. So don't you want to reach out and take my hand. You don't want to be alone ,you don't want to see the sun go down ,you don't want to open the door and see her go."

She tried her damndest not to cry, but sometimes your best wasn't good enough and tears fell like rain blurring her eyes. She wiped them away and inhaled exhaling shakily. She passed the diner taking a quick eyed glance. Drowning in her own tears, she didn't see the stalled car up ahead in the middle of the road, engine dead.

She couldn't stop so she swerved and soon heard her tires screeching and glass busting. She woke groggily in the middle of the pouring rain. The taste of blood in her mouth and she felt more as it warmly trickled down her face that was smashed into the steering wheel. For a moment she was coherent enough to hear people standing around and see flashing lights, "Booth?" it came out a whisper before she fell back into unconsciousness.

The eye of the storm had past proving, while tranquil for a moment. It was deceiving. No one should be alone in a storm of this magnitude.

Despite the twisted meddle the car had become; the EMT's were able to get her out and load her into the ambulance easier than they thought. Now a police officer was going through Brennan's purse trying to locate someone to contact, another officer talked to the owners of the stalled car.

Booth looked at his ringing cell and cursed it. It was an unknown number. Couldn't the telemarketers just leave him alone, especially at this hour?

As it was on its last ring Booth grabbed it deciding a call at this time of night may actually have some type of substance to it.

"Booth."

"Mr. Booth?"

"Yes?"

"This is Officer Mckinley with the D.C Police Department. I'm sorry to have to tell you this over the phone, but a Temperance Brennan-" Booth sat up on full alert. "-was in a very bad car accident and she is on her way to Washington Memorial. You were listed as her first emergency contact."

"Is she conscious?" Booth asked.

"No. She was found unconscious. The hospital will be able to better tell you of her injuries Mr. Booth." Said Officer Mckinley.

"Yeah, yes…of course. I'm on my way. Thanks." Booth said as a déjà vu swept over him.

The paramedics rolled Brennan through the automatic doors of the emergency room. "She's coding!" said Michaels. The sea was turbulent and angry, the city groaned under the heavy storm's winds. A sunken treasure rocked slightly at the bottom of the sandy ocean and in a NY minute everything changed as Brennan slipped into a coma.