"I'll go back to my office," Angela said. "I'll get her phone records and check road cameras. Let's see if we can figure out how far she made it."
Nodding, Booth watched them go. He turned to Sweets, when his leg buckled and he sat down hard on the steps to the platform. "Shit," he muttered, not meeting Sweets' eyes. "I'm sure she broke her leg. The lower part at least."
Sweets didn't argue with him, instead sitting on the steps next to him. "Listen, Booth, I know you don't want to hear this, but I'm going to say it anyway."
"Sweets, if this is some conversation about how my repressed feelings for Bones are making this happen, I swear I'm going to take my gun out and shoot you."
"Then shoot me. Go ahead. Because if you really have this connection to Dr. Brennan right now, it isn't because you are just friends. You love her. You've always loved her and you still love her."
"All right, fine, I still love her. Is that what you want to hear? But I'm with Hannah now, and it doesn't matter. Because Bones obviously doesn't want to be with me. She's never wanted to be with me. That's how we ended up here in the first place."
"Dr. Brennan never thought she was worthy of you," Sweets confided suddenly. "She was never quite sure exactly what you saw in her. And on the steps of the Hoover building that night, when she told you she couldn't change, you never told her she didn't have to. It scared her."
"She told you that?" Booth asked, shocked that she would tell him even half. Hauling himself to his feet, he tested the leg gingerly before walking toward Angela's office.
"Of course not," Sweets called after him. "But it's my job to figure these things out."