A/N: "Tears from Heaven"

In a perfect world, true love triumphs over all challenges. But the world is not perfect and some obstacles could be insurmountable. Can their once-in-a-lifetime love overcome everything in the way and come out stronger on the other side? Laughter, tears, pain, and adventure - this story has it all."

Story begins after Proof in the Pudding - this is my first non-crossover Bones fic. If you like Castle/Bones crossovers, check out my profile - crime and fluff abound!

My usual practice is to post twice weekly thought I won't be 100% consistent but it's a good guideline, but in opening this story I will post 4 chapters the first week, one every other day and then return to my twice weekly updates.

Huge virtual hug to my Betas 'Terri1' and "Nyre The Black Rose" without them this story would not have been written. Their input, encouragement and suggestions make all the difference. So when you are reviewing this story for me, I consider this a review for all of us.

My caution to you is not all is as it seems to be, so without further delay I present to you "Tears from Heaven."

Chapter 1 – Stakeout

"Bones, will you stop eating all the satay noodles, I want some of that!" Exasperated, Booth made a playful grab for the carton they were sharing. The stakeout was already hours longer than either expected and he was starved.

"Booth, you're always telling me I should eat. Are you now rescinding your advice?" Bones teased, holding the container away from his reach, adding with a deadpan look, "And what will I get in return for sharing?"

His hunger getting the better of him Booth offered the one thing he most wanted. "I'm sure I can make it up to you," he murmured suggestively give her the full wattage of his smile. "How about I buy you dinner after we're done and a piece of hot apple pie?"

"Booth, no amount of charm is going to convince me that's the best you can do. I hate pie, you know that!" Bones scoffed, continuing the playful fight for dominance of the take-out carton.

"Okay, okay. How about I rub your feet later?" Booth pleaded.

"Now that sounds like a deal. These shoes are killing me." She handed him the carton and a new pair of chopsticks with a grin. "I have no idea how you can continue with your current calorie intake and not gain weight," she added in a mildly indignant tone.

Using his free hand Booth patted his six-pack and retorted with a laugh. "Oh Bones, I pay. Believe me every year I have to add ten pushups to my regime! At the rate I'm going I'll probably be doing 400 pushups a day soon." Booth's laughter trailed off as he caught movement about 50 yards in front of his SUV, which had been parked deep in the shadows of an old warehouse. Bones noticed Booth's change in demeanor, looked in the direction of his focus, and whispered, "Booth, do you see something?"

Putting down the carton, Booth's eyes never veered from his intended target. He leaned forward, taking his spare weapon from his ankle holster and handing it to Bones. "Bones, you go to the right of that storage container and I'll take the left." Glancing back at her he instructed tightly, "Be careful. Don't go all Wonder Woman on me."

"I don't have super speed or strength so I'm sure I'll just stay plain Bones," she replied calmly as she took the weapon from Booth.

Glancing one last time before he opened the door of the SUV, Booth murmured, "Nothing plain about you, Bones."

Both exited the vehicle quietly. Bones whispered urgently, "Booth, be careful. Promise me you'll be careful."

Catching her eye Booth smiled and whispered, "You too, I don't need a trip to the hospital tonight."

The moved stealthily together, each aware of the other's position instinctively.

Booth's sniper sense in high gear, he quietly made his way down the left of the storage container, his ears strained for any noise. His gut is clenched and he trusted those instincts, stopping for a long moment to listen and get a more careful feel for the area. They were, after all, taking down the country's most nefarious serial killer, dubbed "Jack-Jack" by the serial killer task force. He and Bones caught the case after the latest victims were all in an advanced stage of decomp, when victim identification was no longer a certainty except through the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal Lab.

Booth suddenly heard footsteps pounding away from the storage container. Quickly he ran in the direction of the noise, spying Bones close to an adjacent storage container as he rounded the corner. He spotted the target running in the opposite direction.

As though in slow motion, Booth's mind processed the information and he shouted, "Bones! It's a trap!"

Startled, Bones froze in position, turning her head to look back.

A brilliant fireball lit up the night sky, its blast wave throwing both of them violently back . Her eyes were the last thing he saw, terror for her his last conscious thought as his body slid down the container wall behind him.

A/N: I know this chapter is a bit short, but have I caught your attention? Let me know what you think and as Dr. Wyatt prescribed, have 'Hope and Patience'.

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