1-I Hate You

"Give me another one."

"I think you've had enough, sir," the bartender said.

"I haven't had nearly enough. Now give me another."

"Come on, I'll take you home."

Booth shrugged the hand off forcefully. "I don't want you to take me home."

"So call Dr. B," Hodgins suggested.

"Screw you, Hodgins."

"Booth, what the hell happened?" Booth sighed and rubbed his palm over his face slowly.

THREE DAYS EARLIER

"I told you not to read it!"

"Come on, Bones, why didn't you want me to? I loved it!"

"The reasons are none of your business."

"Oh, so there are reasons, plural?" She glared at him, arms folded tightly over her chest. "And they are my business," he continued. "You are my business so everything that you do is my business."

"How dare you," she snarled. "You think because you're my partner that you own me!"

"No, I don't!" he countered.

"You're always with me, always doing things with me and saying things to me," she rambled.

"I like spending time with you!" he shouted frantically, throwing his arms up in the air. The door was open and he was pretty sure the entire apartment complex could hear their shouting match.

"Well I don't want you here anymore!" She stepped towards him and placed both hands on his chest, shoving him so hard that he stumbled and hit the wall on the opposite side of the hallway.

"Bones," he tried to reason, but the door slammed loudly. He stood up and knocked on it. "Bones," he called. "Come on."

And then she said it. The one thing she could have possibly said to make him feel like the most unhappy, worthless person on Earth. "I hate you, Booth."