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Sweets didn’t come on to the platform. “Do you know where Booth is? I’ve called him loads of times, and he doesn’t answer.”
“I think he’s at home, asleep.” Brennan said, knowing that he wasn’t there. She too wondered. Would he have gone to her place to sleep? That would be weird. “I wish I knew… He made me and Cam go to the crime scene in Hodgins’ ridiculous car.”
“Hmm…” Sweets said.
“I don’t know what that means.” Brennan said, picking up a bone. “Cam, I don’t think this was murder.”
“Well it better be. That car ride killed my back.”
“Would you...

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Brennan drove an exhausted Booth tahanan from the hospital. She wondered why he hadn’t done the same for her a week ago, and it sort of hurt. But then she realized all the pain she had caused him and decided to forgive him. Anyway, she had had Angela. Though no matter how hard she argued against it, she knew that it wasn’t the same. Because Angela wasn’t Booth, and she never would be. Because Booth wasn’t Angela. Because the feelings she had for Angela and the feelings she had for Booth weren’t the same. Because she wasn’t in...