I have to say first that I think Parker is the cutest little boy and hate to do this. It just came to me and I thought it would make a descent story. I do write a fair bit of hurt/comfort, so thinking along those lines came to this. I know everyone loves Parker, but please no flames! If you hate it, look away and don't read! Anyhow, hope you like it.

Temperance watched in dismay as her partner stood in front of her, his shoulders slumped forward as he held his head in his hands. She thought of the week that had gone. Parker had been kidnapped over one week ago and Tempe had never seen Booth so distraught. Over the course of the week he yelled, screamed and refused to talk about anything other than finding Parker. Rebecca had been killed during the kidnapping and was found in her house, in Parker's bedroom. They had come to the conclusion that she had died trying to save her son. Tempe had tried her absolute best and succeeded in finding out who had taken Parker.

Thomas Close. A middle aged man whose life had turned wrong for him in every way and yet instead of taking his own life he devoted himself in ruining others. He had kidnapped Parker in order to get the FBI to release a family member in prison.

'Booth,' she said quietly. He spun around, his eyes full of anger.

'He's in there!' Booth yelled, throwing his hands up in frustration as he indicated to the building behind him. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. 'My son is being held in that warehouse as a hostage! My six year old son…' Booth fell into the seat behind him, ignoring the worried looks he was getting from the policemen and hostage negotiators around him.

'Booth,' she repeated, walking to stand in front of him. She dropped to her knees slowly, taking his face in her hands. 'Booth, you need to calm down.'

'I can't calm down,' he yelled, pulling his head out of her grasp.

Just as Booth was about to stand and get worked up again a gunshot rung through the closed off intersection. The attention of everyone in the barricade was drawn to the man who was laying on the front steps of the building, blood pooling front his chest. Tempe instantly recognised the man as Thomas Close; a sniper must have taken him down. A group of hostages began to run out of the building, including tiny Parker, who was running uncoordinatedly towards them. Tempe watched as Booth ran towards his son, but before they reached each other another gunshot was heard and Close was sitting up in the confusion, holding a gun aimed at Parker. Parker fell forwards, blood rushing from a fresh gunshot wound right through his chest. Booth caught his son as he fell, screaming in dismay.

'NOOOO!' Booth screamed, cradling his son's limp body in his arms.

Close was bombarded by gunshots; snipers on surrounding buildings and policemen on the ground instantly reacting. Though, Tempe was not looking at Close; her focus was on the man in the middle of the intersection, cradling his dead son in his arms. Booth was covered in his son's blood and yet refused to let go of his body.

'Parker, please,' he sobbed loudly. 'Oh, God…Oh, God, please!'

As the rest of the hostages were safe, the attention of the policemen and FBI agents was focussed on Booth. The feeling of anguish was evident in all of the agents.

Tempe felt tears rolling down her cheeks. It was the most upsetting thing she had ever seen. Booth looked so alone in the middle of the intersection, holding desperately onto his son, frantically willing him to wake. He continued mumbling prayers as well as talking to Parker.

'Please, Parker,' Booth continued. 'I can't do this without you. Parker, please, Parker, please.' Booth was hysterical now; his hands gripping at Parker's shirt, but Parker's head hung lose. Booth took his son's head and held it to his chest.

'NOOOOO!' he screamed, his scream echoing throughout the quiet street.

'Should we do something?' Tempe found her voice after what felt like hours, hearing her tears through her broken sentence. The agent standing next to her shook his head in despair.

'I don't…' he closed his eyes. 'I don't know what we can do. That boy was everything to Agent Booth.' Tempe wiped her tears gently away from her eyes before gaining enough courage to begin the long walk to where Booth sat, Parker held tightly in his arms. She stopped behind him, feeling as if time was moving slower than usual as she crouched down next to Booth. She reached out and rested her hand on his shoulder. He flinched at the contact, but didn't allow his attention to be taken from the boy in his arms.

'Booth…' she whispered. 'Booth, they need to…' But she couldn't think of anything to say. They need to what? She knew it wasn't healthy for him to hold his dead son for much longer, but couldn't think of what to say. Booth was mourning the loss of his son and she didn't know how to deal with it.

'Parker wouldn't want you like this…' she attempted, hoping that she had said the right thing.

'I can't…' Booth sobbed. 'I can't leave him. He's all…he's all I have.' Tempe wrapped one arm around him, squeezing his shoulders.

'The paramedics need to take him away,' she whispered. 'It's time to let go Seeley.' Booth shook his head, sobbing loudly.

'I…' he began, looking up to meet her eyes, but not letting go of Parker.

'It's not goodbye forever,' she said quietly. 'No matter what happens he'll always be in here,' she rested her hand over his heart. Booth felt a pang of hope as Bones tried to see into his beliefs of life beyond death. Booth nodded slowly and gently let go of Parker, resting him on the ground. He took off his jacket and rested it over his son's limp body.

'Goodbye, Pal,' he whispered, kissing the boy's forehead. 'I love you.' Tempe helped Booth to his feet and they walked a few steps before he slumped against her, wrapping his arms around her and sobbing loudly. They both fell back to the ground as Tempe was not able to hold him up. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close. She heard him short of breath as he continued to sob quietly and pulled back slightly. She looked into his eyes, but he didn't seem to be able to meet hers.

'I am so sorry, Booth,' she whispered. 'I am so, so sorry.' Booth couldn't even bring himself to reply as Tempe brought her hands up to hold his head, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs.

Sad? it surely is emotional writing stuff like that. This will be a multi-fic, about as long as my other fics as I'm not used to drawing them out yet. Review if you want, thanks for reading!