Close Your Eyes
Disclaimer: I don't own any Bones Characters.. blah blah, Im sure u no the drill. lol
Summary: Close Your Eyes to escape your fate. Things happen so fast and you wish you can stop them but wishes don't exist and no one can control destiny or when it decides to strike.
Pairing; Booth/Brennan – pretty predictable I know!
Rated: T
Authors Notes:
-I wrote the song that goes with this fic. DO NOT SEAL IT! If anyone wishes to borrow it e-mail me so I know what u wanna use it for and to get my permission first.
-This came to me in a dream and I felt that I had to write it. Plus I love Bones so why not?
- I hope you enjoy it, I would appreciate reviews if no1 minds. I don't usually get that many and everyone likes 'em. I don't mind criticism – gd reviews, bad reviews I welcome them all.
Just a day
Just another day
You fit in my life in your own special way
I hardly see you but you are always there
You like to hide it but I know you care
So close together, always in sync
Each smile you give me makes me think
Do I love him?
Booth entered the lab looking serious, Brennan checked her watch; it was One in the morning, how did he know she would be here…wait, that was a stupid question. Everyone else had left and since Booth had not just peered in he was definitely looking for her, a small smile of greeting played at her lips as he approached
'Bones,' He addressed her, polite enough to return a smile but one which did not last more than a few seconds, she moved from the computer to the gurney on which lay her victim – A forty two year old male, she had been working on the case longer than she had realized, but she knew she was so close now she could almost brush the answer with the tips of her fingers
'What is it that you want at such a stupid time in the morning?' she joked – something that didn't happen that often, but she was in the mood – as she studied the bullet hole in the pelvis for what must have been the hundredth time today
'Another body has just been found – a young child burned and dumped in a random car,' Brennan stopped examining the bones and observed Booth instead, he was shaking with anger and she knew him well enough to know why – he hated when people attacked children, adults was one thing but snatching away the life of a child who was barely able to understand what was happening to them… Brennan sadly recalled a case from just a few months ago when a 6 year old girl had been raped and hideously tortured by her own father. Booth had even managed to get away with hitting the man and claiming it to be self defence, Brennan knew otherwise. Plus the fact that he had his own son who he adored more than anything else in this world made it a case of using all of his self restraint not to shoot children murderers on the scene which they were arrested. He managed it though, he always managed it, he was strong, he always knew how to handle things and put a smile on your face at the same time
'How come you came to me now then and not wait 'til tomorrow morning?' she pulled a sheet over the man's remains before walking around to come face to face with him
'Because you are always here until at least 2 on Thursdays,' He started, Brennan smiled sheepishly, was she really that predictable? 'And this is a string of murders on children aged 3-6 over the last 3 weeks, in total we have recovered 12 bodies, well 13 with the new one,' Brennan sympathized with him, seeing all of this must scare him, Parker was in that age range. She reached out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder but ended up pretending she was reaching out for a clipboard on the desk as he walked away from her massaging his temple
'We need to solve this Bones. None of the other bodies were burned; I can't see what is different about this one.' Brennan nodded, realizing that he was acting very much like a dog that was anxiously waiting to be taken out, not wishing to delay him she pulled of her latex gloves, put them in the trash and switched her lab coat for her brown jacket she had draped on the nearest chair.
'C'mon then, lets go' she prompted.
Brennan hadn't been on a crime scene at One thirty in the morning before. The forensics team was a fair bit smaller since there weren't many people on shift at this time but none of them were lacking in motivation, it seemed they even worked more efficiently than the day team, Booth didn't waste anytime with introductions, he didn't even have to show his FBI badge, he lead Brennan directly to the car where the body lay, on first glace it was obvious it had been moved
'Well it goes without saying that the body was moved,' Brennan voiced her thoughts as she studied the remains
'This was a boy, 6 years old, the markings on his wrists indicate he was tied up and there is evidence of…umm…' Her smooth sentence faltered as she could feel Booths presence so close behind her, his soft breath tickling her neck, she shook herself mentally trying to focus 'there is evidence that he was brutally beaten before he was killed. It seems his cause of death was a large object that came in contact with his head here.' She pointed out the indent in the charred skull, in a certain way relieved to move her body away from her colleague's; he however moved to see the indent which placed him just as close as he was previously. Surely this wasn't fair? His presence was accompanied by a rush of feelings that she had not felt for any man before him, she could swear that the lights got just that little bit brighter when he entered a room and contact was torture, to be able to touch something she could not have weighed on her heart like each case she took weighed so heavily on her shoulders. She was certain that he felt something towards her too but she could not be sure. She turned making her face to face with Booth, he paused, trying to hold her there long enough, to feel her presence so close, to take comfort in her while pretending to merely have not noticed her change in direction. She started to breathe heavier, she wanted him so bad, she had to escape, move somewhere, anywhere. He noticed her discomfort, her many conflicting feelings and moved quickly with a meagre "sorry".
She pulled herself away from the crime scene into a more open part of the street; he looked towards her but did not follow. Brennan couldn't figure out why these emotions that's she had worked so hard to suppress had manifested themselves now at such a random time but that thought alerted her instincts, she could sense something and it made her uneasy. Taking one more deep breath she headed back towards the crowd of forensics
'Bones!' Booth yelled suddenly.
Yet all I do is stand as it flashed before my eyes
In good moments time slows while in bad ones it flies
Before I know what's happening I'm screaming your name
Within seconds my life ruined, it will never be the same
Please don't leave me.
It all happened so fast, she could not stop it; a black car came skidding around the corner and the familiar sound of gunshots rang in her ear, before she could even move things were breaking around her as the tiny pellets of metal hit them and Booth had pushed her into the cover of a red Ferrari before landing on top of her. The next few seconds passed in a terror filled blur as things were breaking, people were screaming and immense pain filled the back of her head.
'Booth.' She rolled him off of her 'you saved m-' her eyes widened as she noticed the large patch of red on Booth's shirt that was slowly expanding
'Oh My God! Booth!' her brain couldn't register what was happening, time was flying as Booth bleeding… what could she do?
'Bones,' he whispered, his voice was etched with pain but no regret
'I'm here,' his whisper calmed her and logical thoughts ran back through her mind, she pulled her brown jacket off and placed it on the wound, making sure to apply pressure, the bleeding was very heavy, she needed to stop it soon or he would-
'Bones, are you okay,' he attempted to pull himself to sitting position as if this was nothing but was forced back down by Brennan's hand
'You idiot,' she laughed, trying to stay positive despite the tears that came to her eyes, blurring her vision, his face, his pain 'You have been shot and you are asking me if I'm okay!'
'something like that,' he laughed but both of them regretted him doing so as his laugh turned into a hacking cough and more of the precious red fluid was lost, Brennan wiped his mouth as he lay his head back and closed his eyes, groaning with the agony of it all
Close you're eyes
Don't see my frown
Hiding my tears
As I lay you down
One kiss from me
To seal you're fate
I am so sorry
I was too late
You're slipping away
With hardly a sound
You can't fight the pain
As the rain hits the ground
You're breathing unsteady
Each might be your last
Neither of us ready
For your life to be passed
Brennan tried to hold herself, to stay strong, look at everything from a scientific angle, not loose her cool, The bullet had hit his abdomen and had most likely punctured his stomach, he had approximately 15 minutes before the acid that was leaking from his stomach killed him. Fifteen minutes wasn't enough time! Each day she came into the lab, bantered with Booth, worked another case, never expecting one of these days, one of these cases to be their last, she needed hours, days. Minutes were not enough, minutes were never enough
'Are you okay?' Booth and Brennan were joined by one of the CSI team who had obviously been searching for casualties, that was good, common sense would dictate that the man called the ambulance as soon as the shooting had been over
'No, I'm fine, nothing…but Booth got hit, his stomach…' she stumbled over her words trying to get across the magnitude of the situation to the bystander, to her surprise he understood
'An ambulance it coming, just keep doing what you are doing, we have had another couple of minor casualties too,' Brennan dismissed the end of the mans sentence, turning back to Booth, to the 13 minutes she still had left, the man had wasted a whole minute, she just wanted him to leave, she wanted her and Booth to leave, to not be here, not have come here in the first place, to hear about the driveby the next morning on the news and have Booth tell her how lucky it was that he had not been given that case. This was wrong, all wrong!
You smile once more as my lips link with yours
One last sacrifice for a hero's cause
I'd love to make a wish and wish this all fine
But wishes don't exist and I'm running out of time
I find my eyes can't leave his face
I want us both to leave this place
'I'm sorry,' Brennan whispered to her fallen colleague letting her tears flow, this was her fault, there were so many regrets, so many ifs
'No. no. Don't be sorry, better me shot than you.' Booth said firmly. His voice was still strong even as his pulse weakened 'Anyway there is no one I would rather be by my side as I die.' He attempted a smile which turned into a pain filled grimace
'Don't say that!' she demanded 'You are not going to die. I won't let you die.'
'No one can command life and death,' he looked up at her, his eyes digging into her with his honest stare. Brennan glanced back towards her jacket, it was the darkest of reds , and totally drenched, she quivered at the sight of her hands, covered in his blood, the person she loved was leaving everything coloured red as he died In her arms, the street was red, her hands were red. Her tears would be red, she would cry her own blood if it would make him stay.
'I can't live without you Booth.' Her heart opened, so little time to say so much, most of it not able to express in words. She cried out, loud and desperately and as if this was a signal rain started to pour, started to beat everything with cold droplets of freezing water, almost as cold as her pain.
No one but me can see he is crying
The street is red as he is dying
My hands covered in his precious blood
Feeling betrayed by my heart, by my love
She supported his head as she leant close to him, they were both soaked though and shivering but to Booth, Brennan's hand on her cheek was the warmest he could feel. As the rain disguised his tears she embraced him and linked her lips with his in such a simple gesture, a passing of feelings, of thoughts, of anger, of sorrow, he fed from her strength and will as she shared his pain. It was an Epiphany; a moment of unspoken clarity between them, a feeling to be remembered in the ten minutes or the tens of years to come.
Close you're eyes
Don't see my frown
Hiding my tears
As I lay you down
One kiss from me
To seal you're fate
I am so sorry
I was too late
You're slipping away
With hardly a sound
You can't fight the pain
As the rain hits the ground
You're breathing unsteady
Each might be your last
Neither of us ready
For your life to be passed
'Please don't die,' she begged, her sobbing loader than the heavy rain that as pounding the car beside them 'I need you, I want you more than anything else I have ever wanted. I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I was scared, I didn't know if you would accept me,' She was clinging to Booth, pleading for him to stay, she was so far from her usual self her cool and collected character, so confused about what to say to keep him with her because she didn't know a world without him, it felt like he had always been there in her heart even before she knew him. She didn't know what she could say with such little time on her hands "I love you don't leave me"? "You stupid son of a bitch you should have let me take the shot"? Both where totally opposite ends of the scale but neither seemed appropriate. Those three words – the ones that so many people cherished, some run from, some died for could never be said lightly, she couldn't admit them to him, to herself otherwise if she lost him it would be too hard, she may as well have taken a bullet too.
'Bones.' He cried reaching a hand towards her face, wanting to make that contact, share each moment left 'I-I'm so cold,' her face was that of pure agony as her emotions, broke her, destroyed her, killed her inside
'No,' she croaked her voice breaking 'Booth, please, stay with me, the ambulance will be here soon, just hold on, please!'
'I – I don't know if I can, I can't see you properly, you are fading, your not leaving me are you?'
'No.' she insisted 'never. I am here Booth. With you. Always.'
My sobbing is slowed, my heart almost stops
This is it, he is giving up
I beg for him to stay but I feel what is to come
His last words soon, then he feels he is done
I hold my breath, if only he knew
I'm sorry, he whispers, I love you.
Booth's face faded of all expression, his empty eyes stared to the heavens as the rain continued to fall as heavy as Temperance's tears
'Booth.' She cried shaking him, knowing in her heart of hearts that he wasn't coming back 'Booth, please, you can't be gone, you can't just leave me now,' her voice turned from a simper to a scream to the dark sky which reflected the darkness inside of her 'You can't just leave me with that!' someone approached her
'Are you okay Dr Bre- Oh my God Agent Booth!' a young woman from the CSI team approached Brennan, she had never met the woman and didn't have anything against her but she wanted to be alone
'Get away from me.'
'But-' the woman objected, Brennan turned to look at the her 'I- I'm sorry,' the woman backed away merely off of Brennan's look
'Booth, you can't leave me now God dammit!' She yelled, she turned back to Booth's… she couldn't even say it, she tried to stand, tried to run away from all of this, she couldn't cope, she couldn't say what he was, what had happened, none of the words could escape her lips or he would really be gone. She fell, all her dignity lost, a sobbing wreck of a human crawling in the dirt, clutching the man she loved, too frightened to let go, to face such an uncertain future without him.
'I can't do this,' she whispered in Booth's ear, he was so cold, so empty, she must be gone too if she could only find comfort in that 'I'm so scared. You have left me all alone and nothing can stop that pain. Nothing but you and I will never see you again. How can you do this to me, after what you said?' her voice was hoarse, barely there anymore. She was so wet, so dirty, but she could feel none of it, her face was emotionless as the same thoughts ran around her head. No one knew what it was like until it hit them, its not until you think that you realise how extreme death is, how it really is to loose someone, their body in the ground, their soul, their essence – whatever you believed - in out of your reach, their life wiped from the earth leaving only the faint echoes of memory that would too eventually fade. Any imprint one life made would never last forever; nothing lasted forever, except death. Death was Always.
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I have read reviews that have commented about how many Booth dies and then miraculously comes back fics there are around. I decided that I would like to have something a bit more final – Booth is dead. Totally outlined.
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