"Angela told me I needed to move on," Temperance Brennan said as she raised the drink to her lips. Next to her, Hannah Burley, her partner's girlfriend did the same. Hannah had followed Booth back from Iraq and Brennan had done her best to befriend her.

Unfortunately, that bridge had burned spectacularly several evenings before when Brennan had admitted to Booth that she had feelings for him. Had always had feelings for him, despite what she'd claimed that evening outside of Sweet's office. And Booth had run home and told Hannah, after telling Brennan there was no longer a chance for them.

After calling Angela, crying on her shoulder and eating pints of ice cream, Angela had gently told Brennan that it was time to move on. That she would find another man. But Brennan knew that wasn't true. No man, no matter who they were, would ever take the time to break down her walls like Booth had. Too blind, too scared to see the truth, Brennan had run to Maluku to escape. When she came home, it was too late for her heart.

So Brennan had made some decisions. Logically. No emotion this time. This conversation was one of the last things she needed to do before she changed her life dramatically.

Hannah nodded at Brennan's statement and set her glass back on the bar after draining it. "And are you going to?" she asked after a moment. She worked hard to keep her voice neutral. Brennan and Booth's friendship had made her uncomfortable since her first day in D.C. but she hadn't been able to put her finger on exactly why. After Booth relayed the conversation or declaration, several pieces had fallen into place for Hannah. Brennan was the woman Booth had run to war to escape.