Already Gone

It's like a constant circle, with everything changing and staying the same. He wanted a chance, to take a gamble but she was scared. She was scared of losing the only constant thing she ever had. She needed something tangible; like their partnership because gambles had a chance of falling through. Her metaphoric heart died when he immediately agreed he needed to move on. Of course she wanted him too; she wanted him to find someone who could give him what he wanted…love, marriage, but most importantly a gamble. Now she was sitting in tears because he went out and found exactly that.

It took one resolution around the sun to admit that she couldn't give him up and she was willing to beg for the chance to be in his arms and work for something tangible. They just got done with a case that hit too close to home and she had a moment of weakness. Booth just happened to save her life and her walls broke like a dam holding too much water. She wondered if this was what Booth felt like that night outside the Hoover. Because she felt numb, the tears had finally subsided and she was searching for clarity. Only none came.

Hannah, the girl he met seven months ago wasn't the consolation prize? Bren could not find the logic in that. Anthropology speaking when a male immediacy mates with someone after attempting to mate with someone else, said girl would be nothing but a rebound. Unless, he never really loved her and that thought scared her. If it wasn't his heart that was breaking it was hers.

She didn't know how he managed to watch her through all her relationships because watching him and Hannah was a fate worse than hell. Maybe he was able to put up with it because she had always been clear to whoever she was dating that Booth came first. The same went for Booth, but now she wasn't so sure. She needed to break the cycle, try to mend her broken heart. She needed to go away, but she didn't want to just abandon her friends again especially when she was about to be an aunt even if they weren't blood related she would love that child like she was her aunt.

Bren needed to think rationally. It was three in the morning, if she left now Booth would blame himself and worry. Especially since she decided that being a speed bump was a good thing to put on her resume lately. No, she needed a plan because in the back of her mind she hoped against hope that he would find her and convince her to stay. She knew it wasn't logical but she prayed to her partner's imagery friend that he would.

She packed a few things into her suitcase knowing she couldn't stay in her own apartment tonight because out of duty her partner would come with his alpha male tendencies and check up on her. She needed space, so she decided to check into a hotel for the evening and take a personal day. Once it was a reasonable hour she would inform everyone that she needed to work on her book because of the deadline that was pushed up, while really she was thinking of a way out. As she drove to the hotel fear gripped her; what if Booth didn't care enough to look for her?