Reaching for the now full glass in front of her, Brennan drank a healthy swallow. "I don't think I need to ask Booth's permission to make decisions about my life," she answered coolly. "The decision to leave is already made. I have accepted a position at - well at another place," she finished lamely, deciding at the last second not to tell Hannah where she was going. If Booth hadn't kept her confession from Hannah, there was no way Hannah would keep this conversation from Booth. And Brennan didn't want him to know where she was going.

Another healthy swallow and Brennan again drained the glass. This time she pushed it away from her and didn't ask for another. She took a moment to assess herself and decided she should probably call a cab to take her home. Her intelligence seemed several points lower than it normally was. Alcohol could do that to a person.

Standing slowly, she turned and looked at Hannah. "I know I'm not good at this stuff," Brennan said, her hands indicating the two of them. "But I wanted to apologize if I hurt you or Booth. I only want him to be happy. And he seems to be with you. I shouldn't have interfered with that. I let emotions rule and that was wrong of me. Logic had always worked better for me. It's what I'm more comfortable with."

"Temperance," Hannah began, but stopped when Brennan held up her hand.

"I think this is a good time to say good-bye," she said. Brennan did not hold out her hand and made no move to hug her. Emotions ruled her once this week and she had no intention of letting it happen again.