(The Body in the Bag)
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The next day, hung over and out of sorts, Booth called in to work and told Charlie that he was sick. Charlie, hearing the hoarseness in Booth's voice, responded, "You sound terrible, I hope you feel better soon."
Clearing his throat, Booth replied, "Yeah" and ended his call.
Rolling over onto his stomach, Booth closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
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Brennan had arrived at work, determined to work on her latest case. The awkwardness between her and Booth was annoying; but, she was determined to ignore it. She and Cam were still examining the body found in the shower and needed to reconstruct the paper found in her hair. Once that was done, she felt that the paper held an important clue. Calling Booth, she found her call was shunted to voice mail. After trying a few times, Brennan then called Charlie to see if Booth was in a meeting.
Absently answering her, "Nah, he called in sick, Dr. Brennan."
Concerned, Brennan replied, "Alright, thank you."
Calling Hannah, Brennan waited for the reporter to answer her phone, "Hannah Burley."
Concerned, Brennan replied, "Hannah, It's me, Temperance. I heard Booth was ill and I thought I'd check with you and make sure it isn't anything serious."
Shrugging her shoulders, Hannah replied, "I'm not living with Seeley any more, Temperance. If he's sick this morning then I don't know anything about it."
Hesitant, Brennan asked, "Why aren't you living with Booth anymore?"
Irritated, Hannah replied, "He and I don't have the same goals in life. He wants more than I can give. We decided to part ways last night."
A mixture of anger at Hannah and concern for Booth warring inside of her, she ended the call. Staring at her hands, Brennan made a decision and walked over to Cam's office, "I'm going over to Booth's apartment. I just talked to Hannah and she told me that she and Booth have broken off their relationship. He called in sick this morning."
Furious, Cam remarked, "Damn it. I knew this was going to happen. He's been trying to change himself for that bitch; but I knew that wouldn't work. Booth has to be true to himself and I knew sooner or later he'd fold."
Uncertain, Brennan asked, "He's been trying to change himself?"
Nodding her head, Cam replied, "Sure, he's been trying to turn himself into Hannah's idea of the perfect boyfriend and that's just too much pressure for anyone. It's just wrong and he knew it was wrong. I guess he was just trying to please Hannah; but, I knew it couldn't last. I just hope he gets over it quickly. When Rebecca refused his proposal he went into a tail spin and it took him a couple of years to get out of it."
Worried, Brennan replied, "I'm leaving right now. I don't know if I'll be back today."
Nodding her head Cam stared at Brennan, "Be careful, Dr. Brennan. When Booth is really angry he can be hard to take."
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Knocking on Booth's apartment door, Brennan soon became impatient with worry. After waiting for several minutes for the door to be opened, Brennan fished the spare key she had to Booth's apartment out of her purse and used it to gain entry into his apartment.
Walking down the short hallway, Brennan stopped in the living room to find a few empty beer cans and a half full bottle of scotch sitting on the coffee table. Noticing Booth's shoes and shirt were on the couch she walked over to the bedroom door and opened it. Seeing Booth sprawled across the bed, she walked into the room and stopped as she came close to the bed.
"Booth, are you all right?"
Seeing his slumbering form remain still, Brennan left the room and re-entered the living room. Placing her purse on the coffee table, Brennan decided to straighten up the living room. Once that was done, she moved into the kitchen and washed the few dishes in the sink. Once the kitchen was as clean as it needed to be she moved on to the main bathroom and cleaned that. After running out of things to do, Brennan returned to the living room and logged onto Booth's PC.
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Several hours later, Booth woke up to find the room spinning a little. Sitting up carefully, he moved to the edge of the bed and sat there with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. Feeling the need to rinse out his mouth, Booth walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. His head pounding, he searched his cabinet until he found some Advil. Popping three pills into his mouth, he chased them down with water.
Slowly walking through his bedroom, Booth opened his bedroom door and entered his living room. Walking over to his recliner, he collapsed in the chair and leaned back.
Closing his eyes, Booth asked, "What are you doing here?"
Staring at Booth from the couch, Brennan replied, "I heard you were sick. I wanted to make sure that you're alright."
Sardonically, Booth replied, "It couldn't be better."
Frowning, Brennan replied, "Hannah told me she broke up with you."
Not responding, Booth crossed his arms across his chest.
Studying his body language, Brennan informed him, "Hannah told me that you and she have different goals in life and she couldn't give you what you want."
Still quiet, Booth didn't acknowledge what Brennan said so she continued, "Sometimes it takes a second look to understand that what you want in life is not what you thought it was."
Refusing to look at her or speak, Booth continued to remain mute.
Nodding her head, Brennan replied, "I'm going home right now. If you need me or wish to talk to me then you will know where to find me."
Standing, Brennan picked up her purse and remarked, "You're my friend Booth and I don't like to see you in pain."
Watching, Booth's tense face, Brennan walked down the short hallway and out of the apartment.
Hearing the door open and then close, Booth stood up slowly and stared at the closed door. Walking over to the door, he placed his right palm against it and whispered, "Don't go."
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