Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Bones or any of the characters. Or the Chris Brown song With You (chapters 6 and 11).
A/N: My first fanfic as a highschool freshman. My main goal is to keep them in character. love yorkiegirl159
Untold Truths
Another grave digger capsule had been found during the building of a large condominium in Seattle and Booth was agitated. The case file had already been sent to the Jeffersonian for the squint squad to re-search the clothes past victims had been wearing. If there was any way to do it, he wanted to prevent any future abductions. Since they apparently the rescue of Dr. Brennan and Hodgins hadn't discouraged him, Booth wanted to stop them for good. Skipping every other stair, he approached the team.
"Any luck Bones? Do we have any new evidence?" he asked.
"Booth, there's no such thing as luck. The probability for an event to occur is truly based on the variables which…" but Booth cut her off.
"You're sure there's nothing that we're missing."
"Positive, we looked them over last time and determined that all the victims were nabbed in underground parking lots."
Angela pulled off her gloves. "Don't think we'll be of any more use here," she smirked, grabbing Hodgins hand and leading him off the platform.
Booth sighed as eventually every one of the squints threw in the towel and headed off to analyze other factors in the case. Pacing by the stacks of clothing, he reached the two piles that lay neatly at the end of the row, carefully labeled "Dr. Temperance Brennan" and "Dr. Jack Hodgins."
Closing his eyes, he remembered how she shook as he had pulled her out of the ground. His fists closed tightly around the bundle as he recalled the moment; how he had been afraid he'd never be able to tell her, I love you.
A slight crunch opened his eyes. Reaching into the breast pocket of her jacket, he pulled out a neatly folded page of her book, Bred in the Bone. Glancing around the lab, he gently began to open the note.
"Booth?" her voice was concerned. "There's no more data that we can collect from those," she sighed, as he set down the set of clothes that she had worn that frightening day no more than a year ago.
Slipping the note into his pocket as she turned, he guided her down the stairs, his hand on the small of her back.
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As she had sat in the front seat of her car, waiting slowly as the hours drug by, Hodgins had offered her a page of her own book and a pen. He had wanted her to write a note, so that when the team found them buried alive, their friends would have a final message of love and consolation.
At the time, she had hesitated. Who would ever care enough to read her most likely too scientifically worded last memoirs? But when he had mentioned that his was to Angela, the woman that he loved, she had an idea.
She wasn't sure if he felt the same way she did. Hell, with all the bickering between them there was no way he could. But something inside her, although she didn't believe in love, inspired her to write it. Her hand shook as she scrawled out her message, pausing only a moment to consider that Cam or Zach might be the ones to find it. But in the end, she tucked the page up as small as it would go and placed it carefully with a kiss in her breast pocket.
Seeley, even though love is a very irrational thing, I think I love you.
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