Bones~Different stories

I miss you.

Brennan's PoV

I just told my best friend, my partner and my person that I loved him. And he said he's with Hannah. I though she was just a rebound girl that's what Angela told me several times. I honestly never thought he loved her but I understand he is with her and scientifically I shouldn't be in pain but I have this empty feeling inside. It's like I can't breath. Why does it hurt so much? It's like I want to disappear.

Booths PoV

Yesterday bones told me she loves me okay I let her down gently. Well I tried anyway. We should be fine. We will be fine. We got passed when I told her how I felt. Yeah we are still us. She's my best friend. As I drive into the labs car park, I don't see her car. She probably got a lift from Angela or something. I walk through security and up to the platform. "Hey, where's Bones?" Angela gives me the death stare as I look at her I clap my hands "Hey! Angela, where is Bones?"
"She's not here!" I look at her
"What do you mean she's not here?" I slightly laugh
"She gave in her holiday form and her request for a leave of absence." Cam stated walking over
"What?" I asked confused
"She's gone. She doesn't work here for a maximum of 4 years. That's what we agreed on." Cam explains and walks away.
"I don't know what happened yesterday but she came here for her things gave Cam the letter and request and disappeared." Angela says then we make eye contact "what did you do?" I just knew I looked guilty. "Me? I didn't do anything." She sighs and walks away. I take my phone out and call her. "Brennan?"
"Bones? Where are you?"
"Booth I can't talk right now."
"Where are you?"
"On a plane..."
"What why where are you going?"
"I'm going to Peru."
"Why?"
"I wanted to go before but I went to see my father I've never been and what better time to go."
"Bones you left your job!"
"Yes I also put my apartment up for sale."
"What?"
"Booth I have enough money I don't need to work."
"I understand that but your life is your work!"
"I am still a forensic anthropologist just a confused one. I'm still going to write. Listen booth I have to go the plane just put on the no technology light goodbye"
"No wait bones! Bones? Hello? Are you there?" I looked at my phone. She hung up I sigh and go to her office it's basically the same I sit on her sofa. I get this wave of sadness. I remembered just then the things that had happened in this room with my best friend. That awkward kiss at Christmas she wanted to go to Peru. When I arrested her father. When I surprised her after being reinstated. All of the guy-hugs we share all of it. That Halloween that we went on a "really bad date". When she shot me. I smile after the thought of her jumping on my back swapping guns. When I told her it was sweets she should have hit and everything that happened. When we sat here, exactly where I'm sitting and on the television it said Zack was dead and I was badly injured. All of the things we've been through we went through then together 6 years of partnership down the drain. Is Hannah worth all of that. I can't think that of course she is. But is temperance worth more? I only moved on because I thought she'd never love me. But now she does. I thought I was over her I really did but I'm not sure right now...

It's been three weeks I've left hundreds of messages on her voicemail. Text her thousands of times telling her to call me. At first my phone calls were going through and just naturally going to voicemail. Then they started going to voicemail after the 3rd or 4th ring but now they just go straight to voicemail. Angela still talks to her. And all she'll tell me is that she's in certain countries she's spending a week in each country. First it was Peru, then Argentina, then Brazil and now South Africa. I miss her and now Hannah and I are talking about getting married. It won't be right. I always imagined getting married to bones and if not at least her being there. Like as a bridesmaid or just as my family and friend. I just always thought no matter where I am in life in like 40 years I'd call her like I would every day and ask her how her day was ask her how the set of remains she was looking at was because I know that she'll keep looking at dead people. I smile. I miss her.