Author's note: I know I said that this was a oneshot, but there was something about it that begged for more. Therefor, we have Part 2. There will only be 2 parts. Promise this time. Please read & review!

She woke up alone.

Sitting up in bed, she yawned and rubbed her eyes. Came had stayed up most of the night waiting for Bren to come home. Finally, giving up, she'd fallen into a fitful sleep. In between nightmares and staring at the ceiling, she had been angry. Angry at Brennan, angry at Booth, angry at herself. But now, as the sun peeked through the closed blinds, she was ok. Everything would be ok.

Slowly, Cam got dressed and prepared for the day.

When she entered the lab about an hour later, no one was in. No one except for the one person Cam wished had gone home.

"You been here all night?" Cam asked.

To anyone else, it sounded like a caring conversation between colleagues. But to them, to the two women who romantic relationship was crumbling, Cam's question said much more. Their relationship had changed the night Booth poured his heart out to Brennan. Since then, Bren had been withdrawn. She was running, and it terrified Cam.

"Wha..is it morning?"

"Yes."

"Then I've been here all night."

While sad that her lover had been working all night, Cam couldn't help but be just a little bit glad.

She didn't go to Booth, she thought. There's still hope…

"You find anything new?" Cam asked, knowing the science would help Bren.

Brennan, true to form, started in on the science. The cause of death turned out to be something where the direction of force is opposite to the direction of impact, like a fan.

Usually, Cam's heart rate sped up and a warming sensation started in her abdomen whenever Bren talked science. But now, she knew it was only putting off the inevitable.

"Are you really leaving the Jeffersonian?" Cam sighed. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She had to know.

"Yes. For a year," Bren responded matter-of-factly. "I can provide you with a list of forensic anthropologists who can do this job."

That was her Tempe, always clinical. "No, Dr. Brennan. You can provide me with a list of forensic anthropologists."

"I don't know what that means."

Cam smiled, knowing that if she didn't, she would cry. It didn't work, however, and she slowly walked out of the room, small silent tears streaming down her face.

Standing in the middle of the airport, surrounded by her closest friends, Cam managed to smile and be happy for those who were leaving. Inside, she was fighting off bursting into tears.

Daisy and Sweets were being sickeningly romantic, until Sweets told her he wouldn't wait for her. It struck Cam that she'd had a similar conversation earlier that week and she immediately wanted to stand up for Sweets.

Good boy, she couldn't help but think. Live life for yourself…

Smiling internally, she reprimanded herself for being a little bitter.

She stood talking to Angela and Dr. Hodgins a while longer, but knowing it had to happen and being unable to postpone it any longer, Cam walked up to Brennan and said the only thing she could think of.

"I've really enjoyed working for you, Dr. Brennan."

When Brennan's eyes met hers, she almost gave in. The look in her blue eyes was one of apologies, love, and sorrow. She almost caved and asked her to stay in DC. She almost asked her to stay with her.

"In fact, Dr. Saroyan, I worked for you," she corrected her. This time, Cam genuinely smiled.

She'll never change…Cam thought to herself.

"We both know better," she hugged her ex-lover, friend, and colleague. For as much as Cam wanted her to stay, she knew Brennan needed to go. Cam knew that she had to get out or things would get worse. And they were pretty bad already.

Hodgins said his goodbyes next, then Angela. As they spoke, Cam steeled herself for the moment when Bren would walk away from her and board an airplane.

"Oh my God," Cam murmured suddenly. Simultaneously hating herself for being strong, and not strong enough.

Brennan did walk away, just as she had prepared herself for. But she walked away towards Booth.

Cam knew this day would come. She knew that it would happen eventually. Everything does.

Bren had been too upset when she turned down Booth. Looking back, their love-making that night hadn't been as intimate as usual. They'd both been withdrawn, distant.

Cam stood there long enough to see the look in Booth's eyes, and the way Brennan held her body in response. They loved each other.

Seeing Brennan so…in love made her happy. Cam smiled to herself.

She knew when it was her turn to walk away.