As he drove home, Booth thought about everything that had happened so quickly. He didn't know what he had been thinking. He had finally received the words he had been so desperate for a year ago. Words that sparked hope in his heart.

And what did he do? What did he say?

She's not a consolation prize. I love her.

Booth had never spoken a bigger lie in his life.

Hannah was great, but she wasn't Bones. Bones was, and still is, the standard. How could he choose another woman when she was offering herself? Making herself vulnerable to him.

His only excuse was he panicked. It wasn't a good excuse, but it was an excuse.

As he pulled up to his apartment, he knew what he had to do.

His breakup with Hannah was the same as the relationship had been. It was easy acceptance. No drama. Hannah thought there had been something more than simple partnership, so she wasn't surprised when he told her the truth.

He left so Hannah could pack. He told her she could still say the night; Booth hoped he wouldn't be back

Hannah's last words were "Go get her, Seeley,"

When Booth got to Brennan's apartment, he knocked on her door. He didn't stop knocking until she answered it.

Her eyes were puffy, and there were tear tracks on her cheeks. "Booth?"

He grabbed her face with gentle hands. "Bones, it's you. It has always been you."

Before she could question his meaning, he kissed her. She gripped his shoulders, pressing her body against his.

This was right. This was home. And he was right where he was meant to be.