DIsclaimer: I don't own anything regarding Bones, Booth, Brennan or any of the rest of them, as much as I would like to!

I got this idea from another writer who started with the same idea, but took it in a totally different direction. This is my first attempt at writing, so let me know what you think!

Dr. Temperance Brennan was having a very good day. She met Booth at the diner for breakfast, where they discussed their last case. Booth was acting uncharacteristically nervous and edgy, but Brennan chalked that up to the stress from the case. They had identified the remains of a man who had been found buried in the woods next to a rest stop right out of DC. The man had been travelling from Jacksonville, Florida on his way to a family reunion in Pennsylvania. He had stopped to take a break from the long drive, and had been robbed and killed at the rest area. The robbers had attacked the man with a tire iron, which they left at the scene. Fingerprints had been recovered from the tire iron, and Brennan and her team had been able to prove that tire iron had been used to kill him by positively matching the tire iron to the indentions left in the skull. The entire case had been wrapped up within 48 hours, culminating in the confession of both of the robbers once they were confronted with the forensic evidence against them.

Once Brennan arrived at her office, she spent several hours finishing the paperwork for the case, and then started working on a set of remains from Limbo. She and Angela even had time to go out for lunch, where they got a chance to catch up on some "girl talk". The atmosphere in the Lab had been tense and sad since they lost Zack, but Brennan was finally beginning to feel that things were beginning to get back to normal.

At about 3:00 in the afternoon, Brennan looked up from the stack of paperwork she was working on to see a courier from the FBI handing her an envelope. She signed for the envelope and sat back to review its contents. It was not uncommon for the FBI to send over information pertaining to one of their ongoing cases, so she was unconcerned about the contents of the envelope.

As she read the letter, her expression quickly changed from her normal calm expression to a look of horror. Her head started to spin, and she became instantly lightheaded and dizzy, and the color drained from her face. She placed both hands on her desk, and started to hyperventilate.

"Hey Bren!" Angela called from the door of her office. "What do you think about going out to grab a few drinks after work tonight?" As Angela walked into her office, she noticed Brennan staring at a piece of paper on her desk, looking like her world had just been pulled out from under her.
"Bren!", Angela cried, running to her friend. Brennan felt Angela's hands on her shoulders, turning her around in her chair to face her. "What's wrong? What happened? Are you ok?"

Brennan looked up at her friend with a look of utter shock on her face, and tears in her eyes. "it's over, Ange" she said. "My life here is over." Brennan handed Angela the letter she had been so focused on seconds ago.

As Angela read the letter, her expression quickly changed from confused to angry. "Dear Dr. Brennan", the letter read. "After much deliberation, Dr. Lance Sweets has recommended that you be removed from active field work with the FBI. In light of recent events, including your reaction to the "death" of Special Agent Seeley Booth, and Dr. Zack Addy's incarceration, it has been determined that you will need to undergo psychiatric treatment to help you deal with these unfortunate events before you are evaluated to determine your fitness to return to the field.

You will continue to work with Special Agent Booth in identifying remains for the FBI, but Agent Booth will be assigned a new partner to work with him in the field. This decision has not been made lightly, and was made with input from Special Agent Seeley Booth, Dr. Sweets, and Dr. Camille Seroyian from the Jeffersonian. Your partnership and cooperation has proven to be beneficial to the FBI, and we look forward to continuing to work with you in this revised capacity. Sincerely, Director Cullen."

Angela looked at Brennan with the same look of horror she had seen on Brennan's face moments before. "Sweetie", she cried. "They can't do this to you. You and Booth are the best at what you do! You don't have any issues that need to be resolved! What was Booth thinking, to agree to this?" "I don't know, Angela", said Brennan, with a cold, determined look in her eyes. "But I intend to get to the bottom of it."

Fifteen minutes later, Dr. Temperance Brennan walked into FBI Headquarters. Calmly signing in at the reception desk, she headed directly to Booth's office. As she approached his office door, Booth's desk agent, Charlie, greeted her. "Hi, Dr. Brennan. Agent Booth isn't in his office, he's in a meeting with Director Cullen." "Thanks, Charlie", Brennan replied, as she turned and headed for Cullen's office. When she entered Cullen's office, his assistant told her that he was in a meeting, and couldn't be disturbed. "We'll see about that", Brennan replied, walking right past Cullen's assistant, and walking straight through into Cullen's private office.

When she opened the door, Brennan found Cullen sitting at the head of his conference table, meeting with Sweets, Booth and Cam. "What is the meaning of this, Dr. Brennan" shouted Cullen, rising from the table. "This is my private office! You can't just come charging in here!" "I'm sorry, Director Cullen. Since this meeting is obviously about me, I have every right to be here". "This isn't helping your case, Brennan," said Cullen with anger radiating from his voice. "I'm not here to help my case, Director Cullen" said Brennan. "It is obvious to me that you all have made your decision. But, there are some things that I need to say to all of you in light of these circumstances." Brennan looked around the room, gazing pointedly at Sweets, Cam and Booth before turning her attention back to Cullen. "I have a few things to say, Director Cullen. Then, I will leave you all to continue your meeting with no further interruption."

With a cold, emotionless expression on her face, she turned to Dr. Lance Sweets. "Sweets", she said. "I have tolerated your unprofessional treatment long enough. When you experimented on Booth and me by failing to tell me that he was really alive after the shooting at the Checkerbox, I decided to let it go. While your actions were unprofessional and unethical, I decided to overlook your actions since you were helpful in profiling suspects in the interrogation room." She gazed at him with a look of complete contempt. "The fact that you are now using your experimentation as the basis to attack my professionalism I find unforgivable. There has been no change in the quality of my work, my attention to detail, or my devotion to my job as a result of your unethical actions. You have no right to recommend that I be removed from any aspect of my job, and I resent your implications." I plan to contact the American Psychiatric Association to recommend the revocation of your license to practice."

Turning to Cam, she said "Dr. Seroyian. You have worked with me in close proximity, and have seen the level of professionalism and commitment I bring to my job. While I will admit that we have not always had the easiest relationship, I had come to believe that we now regarded each other with respect for the other's abilities and dedication to bringing closure to our victims and their families. I see now that I was mistaken. I have done nothing to deserve your lack of faith in my abilities. As such, I can no longer work with you in any capacity. My letter of resignation will be on your desk when you return to the Jeffersonian, effective immediately."

Seeley Booth sat at the table, with a look of complete shock and terror on his face. Rising from his seat, he started towards Brennan with his hand outstretched. "Bones", he said. "Please listen to me, let me explain!" Turning toward Booth, Brennan's face showed the first sign of emotion since she entered the room. The look of pain on her face was unmistakable, but was gone almost as soon as it registered. All traces of warmth were gone from her wide blue eyes as she looked at him. The look she gave him was as cold and unfamiliar as when she looked at him for the very first time, when he first came to the Jeffersonian to introduce himself to her. "Agent Booth," she said. "My name is Dr. Temperance Brennan, and you will refer to me as such." The animosity in her tone hit him like a slap in the face, knocking him back into his chair. "You have disappointed me the most, Agent Booth. I thought that we had forged a partnership and a friendship over these past four years. I considered you my closest friend. You were the person I shared the most personal details of my life with. You told me I could trust you always, and that you would always be there for me. You told me that partners could always count on each other when things got rough, and that we would always have each other's backs. If you had any reservations about my ability to do my job, you owed it to me to discuss those reservations with me directly, instead of working behind my back to have me removed from the field. You have betrayed me, and the trust I placed in you. You, of all people, know how committed I am to my work, and how important it is to me. For you to take that away from me is unforgivable. I believed in the work we were doing, and I believed in you. You have taken all of that away from me. You have destroyed our partnership and my faith and trust in you. Don't even contact me again."

Throwing Cullen's letter on the conference table, Dr. Temperance Brennan turned and walked out of Cullen's office.

Since this is my first story, I have no idea if it is any good, or if I should keep going. My plan is to make this a multi-chapter story. Any reviews would be appreciated, especially constructive ones, letting me know what I am doing wrong (or right!) Thanks for taking the time to read this!