"What was in Boston?" he asked her to fill the silence of the car. Her tears had been like a punch to the gut, especially because he couldn't find out what had upset her with Hodgins there.
She wasn't surprised he knew where she was going. "Angela told you?"
"When we were trying to figure out where you were," Hodgins explained. "It helped narrow down where you might be."
"I'm not angry with Angela. She made a logical choice given the situation." She paused before answering the question. "There was a museum in Boston," Brennan said, She hadn't turned her head from the window. Her voice was subdued, but Booth couldn't see if she was still crying. "I was going to be in charge of cataloging bones and administering the department for the next year."
"There wasn't anyplace in Washington you could do that?" Booth asked.
"Of course there was, Booth. There were lots of places in Washington I could do that. I could have stayed at the Jeffersonian and done that. I'm very good at my work." Modest, she wasn't.
Booth lapsed into silence again, before finally asking another question. "Are you still going to go?"
She turned toward him and studied him while he drove. Hodgins wisely kept silent, interested in the answer as well.
"No," she said. "I'm not going to Boston."
Hodgins didn't try to hide his smile. "I'm sure Cam will give you your job back," he reassured her quickly.
But Brennan shook her head. "I'm not sure that's what I want either." After dropping that bomb, she turned back toward the window. "I don't know what I want right now, Dr. Hodgins."