And here we are, at the dawn of a post-Hannah era...

OK, I did like her. And them together. And I'm not sure how this episode makes me feel. For the sake of simplicity, though, I will just say that I am a happy shipper right now.

This is the phone call from Hannah to Brennan; because I wondered how that would've happened. Enjoy!


"Temperance, it's me."

She sits up a little straighter at the words, spoken with unusual sincerity. Usually, Hannah's light-hearted; she didn't say things in the constricted, stiff way she had just introduced herself.

"Hey, Hannah. What is the matter?" Distantly, she realizes that a few years ago, she wouldn't have had the knowledge to recognize the need to ask that question; she wouldn't have recognized the tone in Hannah's voice.

"It's… uh, I think Seeley needs you." Hannah sounds as if she's trying to hold in tears. It's a tone she's become fairly familiar with lately.

"Why? What is wrong?" she asks, alarmed. Hannah had never sounded like this before; she couldn't remember a time when Hannah had been this muted, this demure.

She hears a deep breath on the other side of the line. "He proposed to me." Hannah breaths in again, a deep sigh, and then she starts talking. "I thought I'd made it clear that I'm not the marrying kind, but apparently not. I just… I'm not, Temperance. I can't… I can't tie myself down like that. I'm not … I need my independence. And he asked and he looked so hopeful and I hate to do this to him, but - I can't, I just can't, I-"

Dimly, she is aware of the words and she realizes she should listen, but she feels as if she's in a swimming pool, all voices far away from her.

Hannah had turned him down.

Through all the emotions rising in her, anger and frustration, sadness, incredulity, there is one thought that soon rises above the others.

He had been turned down. Again. Twice in marriage, once by her, and she isn't sure how much more he can take.

"Where is he?" She needs to find him; she needs to help him.

"Uh – I" Hannah sounds very upset, and she recognizes that she should probably comfort the other woman, but then she realizes that, to her, Booth is more important. Will always be more important.

"He didn't come home," she says, and there's something in her voice that suggests she never thought he'd come home. "I'm - I'm not sure."

But she is, she thinks as she stands up. She knows just where to find him.

"Are you alright?" she asks then, finally, as she searches for her car keys in her purse.

Hannah gives a short laugh that doesn't sound amused in the slightest. "Well, I've just ended a relationship with somebody I thought I'd spend a long time with, so all things considering…" Another deep breath. "But I'll be fine. I'm – I'll leave tomorrow."

"Leave?" she asks, a sharp tone in her voice.

"We can't pretend this never happened," Hannah replies sadly. "I… He can't."

No, she thinks as she steps outside her office, he would never be able to do such a thing.

For a moment, she wonders whether she should offer her company to Hannah; it is the polite thing to do. After all, and Hannah's been very kind to her. The last time they spoke shouldn't be filled with sadness.

But then, the image of Booth in a dark corner, drinking his life away, comes to her mind and her decision is made.

"I'll find him," she tells Hannah determinedly. "And – I'm really sorry, Hannah." She is, too; Hannah deserves love. They both do.

But maybe, it turns out, not with each other.