7 weeks.

Brennan's POV

7 weeks ago I talked to Sweets. And revealed more than I wanted him to know.

-Flashback-

I flopped down on my hotel bed and let out a scream. The victims were no longer disturbing like they used to be. I did not get upset anymore. The day after I broke down at the Jeffersonian I turned numb. No feelings. My cell rang. The caller ID said Sweets. I didn't want to answer, but I did. I didn't want him to get anymore ideas about me and Booth.

"Brennan." I said in the monotone I had recently readopted.

"Ah, Dr. Brennan. Why so glum?" He asked. He always sounded like he was smiling while he was talking.

"Sweets. I really don't have time for this. I work to do." I sais hoping he hadn't looked up time zones.

"Dr. Brennan. It's 2 in the morning. Besides this isn't about you, it's about Angela."

"Angela? What's wrong with her?" The few feelings I was allowing to let in were for Dad, Russ, and Ange.

"Nothing. I just thought you might want to know that she burst into my office 2 weeks ago and announced that she broke her celibacy vow with Hodgins."

Now, normally this would amuse me. Sweets was a therapist, but he was so out of the loop. Everyone had figured that out as soon as it happened. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Sweets was still talking.

"And she asked if I was mad. And I said 'Was it Hodgins?'. And she said yea. So then I had to tell her that this was what I wanted. They had been taking each other for granted and so, naturally, trust issues arose. I wanted them to do all of this so that they could discover that they wanted each other."

"Ok, Sweets."

"So, Dr. Brennan. How about you?"

"What about me?"

"Have you finally admitted your feelings for Booth?"

"What? No! Rationally speaking, feelings are ephemeral. Booth is nothing more than a partner."

"Dr. Brennan. Do you remember when you thought Booth was dead and I kept mentioning losing a loved one and you were so defensive saying only a partner?"

"Yes. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything. For some reason this is worse than when you thought Booth was dead. Why is that?"

Before I knew it, I was telling Sweets everything. "Because when I thought he was dead I was the last voice he heard, the last face he say, the last touch he felt. He's alive, but he's not Booth. He's still Seely Booth, but he's not MY Booth. The Booth who calls me Bones. Who eats Thai food with me. Who knows me better than I know myself. I want my Booth, not this empty shell." As soon as I stopped I knew I had said too much.

"Dr. Brennan, I think we should really talk about this."

"I, uh, I'm sorry I have to go." And I hung up simple as that. He kept calling back, but I never answered. I spent all night lying in bed sobbing.

-End flashback-

I looked out the window as the plane stood in line on the runway. I was going home. To Booth. MY BOOTH.

7 weeks.

Sweets' POV

7 weeks ago I talked to Dr. Brennan. She was starting to rebuild walls. Her speech about Booth was her last ounce of emotion.

-Flashback-

Angela had just left my office. She had told me that she had broken her celibacy vow. With Hodgins. I was excited that my plan had actually worked and explained it to her. Before she left she asked me to talk to Brennan so I called her.

"Brennan." She said in a monotone I had never heard her use.

"Ah, Dr. Brennan. Why so glum?" I asked. I hated my voice. I always sounded cheerful. I could never sound serious.

"Sweets. I really don't have time for this. I work to do." She said. She was lying. I knew what time it was.

"Dr. Brennan. It's 2 in the morning. Besides this isn't about you, it's about Angela."

"Angela? What's wrong with her?" There was a slight hitch to her voice.

"Nothing. I just thought you might want to know that she burst into my office about 10 minutes ago and announced that she broke her celibacy vow with Hodgins." I explained what had happened.

"And she asked if I was mad. And I said 'Was it Hodgins?'. And she said yea. So then I had to tell her that this was what I wanted. They had been taking each other for granted and so, naturally, trust issues arose. I wanted them to do all of this so that they could discover that they wanted each other."

"Ok, Sweets."

"So, Dr. Brennan. How about you?"

"What about me?"

"Have you finally admitted your feelings for Booth?"

"What? No! Rationally speaking, feelings are ephemeral. Booth is nothing more than a partner." Great. I remembered something from about a year ago. My little experiment that ended in Brennan punching Booth at his funeral.

"Dr. Brennan. Do you remember when you thought Booth was dead and I kept mentioning losing a loved one and you were so defensive saying only a partner?"

"Yes. What does that have to do with anything?" Defensive, defensive.

"Everything. For some reason this is worse than when you thought Booth was dead. Why is that?" I never understood Dr. Brennan. But this was one thing I never understood. Booth was still alive, it was just a matter of when he became himself again.

"Because when I thought he was dead I was the last voice he heard, the last face he say, the last touch he felt. He's alive, but he's not Booth. He's still Seely Booth, but he's not MY Booth. The Booth who calls me Bones. Who eats Thai food with me. Who knows me better than I know myself. I want my Booth, not this empty shell."

"Dr. Brennan, I think we should really talk about this."

"I, uh, I'm sorry I have to go." Then, dial tone. She hung up. I looked at the thick folder about Booth and Brennan. All my suspicions had been confirmed.

-End flashback-

I looked at the plane schedule on my desk. Dr. Brennan would land in several hours. And this was one reunion I had to see.