So it may or may not have been 6 months since I promised to put this up... sorry. And it's not humor, like my other one. Hope you like it.

Her cheeks were slowly flooding with pink, her smiles widening and her heart swelling. She stole small glances across the table when he was concentrating on his food. She noticed the way he furrowed his brow when he couldn't manage to pierce a small green pea with his fork. It danced circles around his plate and he continued to stab at it in frustration. She laughed openly at this, not in a form of mockery but amusement. He finally succeeded and placed it victoriously into his mouth. He sat with satisfaction and then flashed her a triumphant grin, garnering more smiles from his partner.

She rested her hands in her lap, fingering the polyester restaurant napkin absentmindedly. Her shoe occasionally tapped against the legs of the varnished wood table at which they were sitting. The roundness of it made them seem farther apart than she would have preferred. The white tablecloth draped across it was smooth and delicate. It was a simple background compared to the intricately painted dishes on which their food was served.

A single candle sat in the center, the flame licked higher and higher, but with each reach it would disappear into the air that it wished so much to consume. It provided light that reached in a perfect circle around their table. All around there were similar tables, occupied by couples of all ages, all lit by that one single candle. Whispered conversations saturated the light feeling of the open space of the restaurant. The moments being shared were those of happiness.

He looked at her and basked in theirmoment of happiness. Even though this dinner was purely a meal between partners, he couldn't help but feel that it had a deeper meaning. He watched as she ate the last piece of her bread pudding. She ate carefully but the sauce still managed to linger slightly on her upper lip. She blushed and reached for her napkin, wiping her mouth. He continued to study her, trying to decide whether or not to speak. He could speak and risk ruining the moment or remain silent and enjoy the time they had together. He decided that he had to say something. He couldn't stay quiet forever. He opened his mouth to speak but before a single noise passed over his lips she crumpled and fell from her chair onto the hard wood floor below.

He leapt from his seat and rushed to her side. He assumed that she had fainted. He grabbed her napkin to fan her, but would never use it. His ear floated over her mouth listening for breathing. He felt her neck and found no signs of life, and went into a panic. He quickly laid her completely on her back and made multiple attempts to bring her back. His firm hands pushed rhythmically into her chest, his mouth pressed on hers, trying to force the life back into her, but there was nothing. Minutes had passed, his efforts were failing. He knew that they would come soon, to take her away, so he pulled her to him and wept.

He held her lifeless body in his arms, willing the life back into her. The life that she was supposed to live. It could not end like this. Her figure lay slumped in his grasp, no movement, the smile she once wore wiped from her expression. Her eyes lay open and lifeless, staring into some abandoned space. He pulled her closer, holding her to him, squeezing his eyes shut, willing himself to wake up. This couldn't be real, he was dreaming. People stood around with worried expressions, but they knew nothing. They didn't know her life, all that she had done, how many people truly loved her. To them she was another unfortunate soul, lost too early. Her life hadn't been finished.

Booth laid his head onto her chest and her head fell backwards. Her brown curls floated back and dangled mere inches from the ground. Her hand laid delicately on the floor, like it would if she were sleeping. But Her body shook as his sobs sent tremors through the both of them.

He could hear the sirens, their whine tore into the silence. They sounded like a mourning cry, calling out into the night that another life had been lost. The doors swung open and everything flowed into a blur. There were paramedics everywhere, trying to resuscitate her, connecting her to machines, taking her away. They couldn't take her. If they did she would really be gone. He chased after them but was turned away. He was left standing there on the sidewalk, other lives continuing on around him while he was frozen in time. He watched as they drove away, she was leaving him there. His world was moving in slow motion, his eyes blurred and he fell to his knees sobbing into the cement.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Booth..." She tried to sound calm, reassuring but her voice cracked and tears ran down her face. "We need to get to the hospital."

She lifted him up and guided him to her waiting car. He sat there silent, staring out to where he had seen the ambulance drive away. He didn't even ask how she had gotten there and found him. Cam drove into the night, while the city lights sparkled around them. No words were spoken.

Her lifeless body jerked back and forth on the gurney. Two men gazed down at her. They only saw death, pale skin, hollow eyes. Something too common in this world.

The minute that the elevator doors opened, reality hit. They entered a waiting room full of people who were grieving.

They wheeled her into a sterile room. They knew she was gone. A doctor entered looking grim, he checked her over, released his breath and spoke the final words. "Time of death, 7:23 p.m."

No updates had been given and yet everyone knew. Hodgins and Angela sat side by side, holding each other for comfort. She had her head buried in his shoulder, sobbing, while he stared outwards, looking at nothing, holding back the tears that were fighting to the surface. Sweets had his eyes shut tight, head resting back against a wall. The atmosphere was thick, full of thoughts. After a life is lost, those who loved them are flooded with memories of them. These memories overflowed and filled the small amount of air left in the room. Memories of smiles, laughter and joy, no matter how life-changing or simple the moment.

Booth's mind was scattered, throbbing. What had happened? She was smiling and then she was gone. The doctors had to have answers...Soft footsteps came down the hallway, and a young doctor stood solemnly before them.

"I'm sorry, we did what we could but she was already gone when she got here. I'm sorry for your loss." He stopped speaking and the silence was deafening. No one spoke or made the slightest noise as if they were afraid to let life continue on. One of their own wouldn't have that chance. "With your permission we would like to discern what killed Ms. Brennan."

Booth looked to Cam, but she shook her head. "I can't Booth. None of us can. As much as we want to, that's 'Brennan' in there. I couldn't do it knowing that it was her body that I was cut...ting... int...o." She spoke between sobs, fighting with herself. She couldn't handle performing an autopsy on Dr. Brennan. But she wanted to figure out what had happened.

"We have people here who will perform an autopsy. With your permission of course," the doctor offered.

"Yes, of course thank you," Hodgins answered. The doctor turned to walk away but Booth stopped him.

"Wait," he choked. "Do you have any idea what could have happened to her? It was so sudden. I tried... I tried. I couldn't..."

"We know Booth. We know." Angela laid her hand on his shoulder. He kept his gaze on the tile floor, tracing the patterns with his eyes.

"I'm sorry, we don't know anything. For some reason her heart stopped. We willfind out what happened to her, I promise." He once again turned to walk away but wasn't stopped. The young doctor walked down the hall and into the room in which her body was being held. He informed a nurse that her body was being taken for an autopsy and wheeled the sheet covered form to the lower level. But he did not enter the autopsy room. Instead he brought her body out of a back door and loaded it into the back of a van, climbed in with her, shut the door, and was driven away.

Note: has any main character ever REALLY died on Bones? Besides Vincent of course. RIP. Just chew on that for a bit.

Well, if you really liked it, I have bad news. This is all I have completed. I actually have an amazing speech from Angela written for the funeral and a few drabbles that I have to connect, so that's good news I guess. This is something that I have had sitting around and never posted. I will try to update once a week but no concrete promises. Reviews and encouragement will definitely help though. Please hang in there. Thanks :)