A/N So... Firstly, I am so very sorry for the long delay for this chapter. Life, meaning University got to me, all my assignments and projects piled up and then after all of that were exams. I'm on over a month's holiday now, but I am going overseas to do some travelling to escape this chilly weather (i'm in the Southern Hemisphere, go figure...) so no promises that I will be posting as much as I did for the first three chapters. Once again I am sorry, and without further ado...

Speeding down the highway, so many questions were running through Brennan's mind. But the biggest question she had was 'Why?' 'Why would he lie to me? What is so damn pressing that he's decided to lie to me about it?' Frustration and anger seeped through her skin and especially showed through her driving, switching lanes every couple of minutes. She knew the way she was acting was completely irrational, but for the first time, rationality wasn't on the top of her list- it was long lost and had been thrown out of the window when she proposed to Booth.

Finally driving into the city, she realised that it's only just past 4pm and Booth wouldn't be home anytime soon. He'd be at work, and confronting him there certainly wouldn't be professional and she'd at least give him that respect. So rather than going to the Hoover, she decided to go to the Jeffersonian. Not to work, but to see her baby girl Christine who she had missed so much. Parking her car, she walked directly towards the day care. The thought of visiting the lab didn't even cross her mind, because right now all she wanted to do was to be with Christine again.

Strolling into the daycare, one of the workers immediately saw her. She picked up Christine and strolled towards the good doctor. Once Christine saw a glimpse of her mother, she was uncontrollable.

'Mama mama mama mama mama!'

Scooping her daughter into her arms, she immediately buries her face in the mass curls that cover her daughter's head, inhaling the smell that is uniquely her baby girl.

'Hi my baby, Mama missed you so much' saying it quietly, but emphasising it by hugging her daughter much closer to her body.

Her daughter placed her head right above her heart, and clawing at Brennan's t-shirt, not wanting to let her Mom go just yet.

Her daughter not wanting to let her Mom go just yet, she kindly asked the woman if she could pick Christine's bag up. After that, she quickly signed her daughter out and left the building. Seeing how lovely the weather was, she decided that a stroll in the Jeffersonian gardens with her daughter sounded like a great way to spend the afternoon and calm her nerves.

Booth was mess. A complete and utter mess. He was going crazy not knowing where Bones was, what she was doing and when or if she was ever coming home. This frustration had seeped into his actions, and everyone was aware that one Special Agent should be avoided today, or the entire at all costs. Everyone in the bullpen saw him sulk into his office, which had happened a second day in a row and everyone had come to the conclusion that there was trouble in paradise.

Seeing the pile of paperwork on his desk that needed to be completed, he sighed loudly and picked one up, thinking that he might aswell get started on it or he'll never make it home. He knew that working late tonight was not an option because there was no one to care for Christine, and he was certainly not going to ask Max or Angela to look after her, knowing that he'd be bombarded with questions as to why he couldn't do it himself, and he'd rather avoid everybody entirely.

This was a mess. Pelant was really getting what he wanted, he had driven right through their relationship, and now it was hanging on a thread and he didn't know whether or not they would survive this or they would both just plummet to their inevitable end. 'Maybe I should have just told Bones...' 'She's going to be so pissed once she uses that genius brain of hers and finally puts two and two together...' Hoping that he wouldn't have to face her wrath soon, he decided to just get on with his day and finish the big pile of paperwork before he had to pick up Christine.

Strolling through the gardens, she pointed out the different colored flowers to Christine, but her daughter was much more interested in the butterfly creatures fluttering about. Seeing her daughter so entranced and happy to just be with her gave her a sense of peace and calmness in her heart that she hadn't felt since this whole engaged-not engaged fiasco began and literally ate away at her.

Eventually her daughter got tired of chasing the butterfly's, she decided to sit on a bench, her daughter on her lap and as physically close to her as possible. She was perfectly content to soak up the sun rays with her daughter, making the most of the beautiful weather before it all disappeared and became dark.

Some time later, her daughter is in the backseat, now asleep in her carseat while she driving, is en route home. A part of her is hoping that she has beaten Booth home, not actually knowing how she would respond if he were already there. Her fears were for nothing, not seeing Booth's truck in the driveway. Pulling up, and turning off the engine, she sits in the car, not knowing what exactly to do. 'Don't be stupid, this is your house too.' And with that thought, she hopped out of the car, got Christine and made the trek towards the front door.

Leaving work just a little bit later than he expected, he sped through road and made it to the Jeffersonian in record time. He ran towards the daycare, hoping that they wouldn't be mad at picking up Christine later than usual. As he approached, he didn't realise the unusual stares he got from the workers.

'Hi, so sorry! Where's Christine?' Booth asks, a bit puffed from his actions.

'Um Agent Booth, Christine left a couple of hours ago..'

'What do you mean she left hours ago! My daughter can't even speak full sentences, let alone stroll out of her all on her own!' Now with agitation, anger and fear seeping through her voice.

'No, Sir, what I meant was that she was picked up a couple of hours ago'

'And who exactly picked her up, huh?' Now pure fear getting to him, thinking the worst has happened to his precious girl.

'Doctor Brennan, sir. She picked her up around 4pm, and signed Christine out for the day'

That shocked Booth. 'Bones was home.. She was home, oh thank God'

Embarrassed at his little act, he apologised for his actions and left quickly. He still wasn't over the fact that Bones had come home. He thought that she would've at least been gone close to a week to get her head and bearings together. But nonetheless, he was happy that she had come home. Driving home, he didn't know what to expect. 'Would she be cold and distant with him? Would she put up an act and pretend everything was okay?' Either way, he was grateful that she had come home and that made him push the pedal just a little bit harder.

After she had given Christine a bath and tucked her in for the night, she had settled herself on the couch, red wine in one hand, a forensic journal in another. She was eagerly anticipating Booth's arrival, and was contemplating how to actually confront him with the discovery she had made in the early afternoons. 'Do I immediately get to the point? Should I let him get comfortable first.. Or should I skip confrontation entirely?' 'No, you've gone too far down not to confront him about lying to you' With her internal struggle, she didn't hear the knob turn and the door open.

Booth had quietly made his way into the house, and saw the love of his life, the only woman he had given himself to entirely, sitting on the couch, looking like she was having the biggest internal debate of her life. He quietly perched himself to the side of the wall, waiting until she pulled out of her revelry and noticed he was there..

She finally came to the conclusion to just leave her plan and go with what will happen, and that's when she noticed. She always noticed when someone was staring at her, especially him and she finally looked up and saw him. Their eyes connected at once, and they held each other's gazes until her slow, quiet but defined utter broke the silence.

'Booth...'

And now.. I'm going to duck just in case everyone decides to chuck tomatoes at me. This chapter was kind of a filler chapter because I don't actually know how the confrontation is going to play out.. My idea for this story stemmed from the anger I had at the last few minutes of the finale, but now that i've made peace with it... My inspiration has long gone. So I will try and finish this story, and if you have any ideas and suggestions please post it!

Thank you for reading, see you next time.

bunnywabbit