A/N: I own nothing, sadly.
I curled in a ball, surrounded by cleaning supplies on iron shelves in the storage room of the Checker Box. I couldn't breath. I pulled in dry, air-filled sobs as I rocked back and forth, gripping my ribs with all my might
Ahhhhhh! I choked out as I leaned forward. I gasped in another breath and let out an agonized cry. Over and over, I rocked back and forth. My eyes remained dry as the images ran in my mind;
"Zach, call 911!"
"Come on, Booth. You're gonna be fine!"
"Oh, girls just wanna have... that's all they really want!"
"Seeley. SEELEY! I'm doing this for us."
The sound of my fragile heart shattering like glass rang through the room, or was that the gunshot? Is there a difference? People screaming and running. The second shot and the sound of another limp body falling and hitting the floor.
I want to cry but I can't. Why can't I cry? I rock there wishing I had heard that deranged woman shouting. I could have done something.
The agony won't lessen. I finally drag myself to my car and drive home, remembering the way the EMT had pronounced him dead.
I crawled into my bed, wishing I could die there. Death would take the pain away. But Booth wouldn't want that. I have to stay strong. For Booth.
I still can't cry.
*One Week in Passing*
Angela's office was silent except for the radio. She had turned it on to distract her and help her concentrate. It wasn't helping. I could hear her sniffles even when she tried to hide it for my sake. At least she could cry. Not one tear had fallen from my eyes. Not one.
I focused on the the radio instead, not knowing I would wish I hadn't. A bouncy beat floated through the speakers, a classic 80's hit.
Oh, girls just wanna have fun.
"TURN IT OFF!" I scream "TURN IT OFF!" I ram my hands over my ears. I hear Cam, Hodgins, Zach, and Sweets rush to the room.
"I'm trying, Sweetie," Angela said franticly, "The buttons won't work." Hodgins ran over and fulled the cord so had the whole thing crashed to the floor, silencing that horrible song.
I curled up on the couch I had been sitting on and I cry, the fears falling around me. Sobs shake and rattle my chest. I had found the tears. I could cry for Booth.
