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Agent Seeley Booth stepped out of his FBI special-issued black SUV onto the asphalt. Tiny fragments of stone crunched under his feet as he moved towards the crime scene.
He stopped momentarily to open the passenger door, letting Dr. Temperance Brennan step upon the threshold. She looked at him and smiled faintly. She was concerned about him with very good reason.
There was a battle raging inside Booth, one where his law abiding side was being overcome by his rage.
The day had been like any other. He had stopped by his office to find a new case awaiting him. The sun was shinning brightly though with a wind helping to make the temperature a more comfortable one. He felt today would be a good day. He'd get to see Bones, help put a murderer in jail, and maybe finally pick up that birthday present for his son.
Grabbing the file, he headed strait to the Jeffersonian before even reading it.
He wished he had though how would that have changed anything for him?
Booth approached Bones in her office. She was typing furiously away at her computer, most likely working on the manuscript for her newest book. He liked to watch her work. It was a rare time that he could without her being aware of it. But today as he starred at her through the glass windows of her office, he could gaze at her without retribution.
"Earth to Booth!" He heard Angela say behind him. When he turned around, he found her directly behind him. "She would kill you if she knew you were starring at her like that, you know."
He smirked at her with charm. "I don't know what you mean," he said before turning away to enter her office.
When the door opened, Temperance looked up. "Hey, Booth. We have another case?"
"Yeah, we do," he said placing the file in front of her. "And you know I didn't even read it this morning."
She grabbed it from him, skimming it. He saw her face fall and the look of worry set upon her beautiful features.
"What?" he probed, "What is it?"
"Booth," her voice held emotions that she rarely let him hear, "It's…it's your…" She couldn't seem to finish so she thrust the file into his hands.
He skimmed it until he came upon the evidence. The body had had a form of ID on her person. They had not confirmed that it was indeed her, but with an ID it was almost guaranteed a correct identification.
The name on the ID was that of his son's mother: Rebecca.
He had driven fast and with purpose to the sight and upon reaching it he felt the need to scream at everyone to leave, that it had all been a big mistake.
Worries over his son had come earlier, but after a call to his school, Booth had been informed that Parker was safely in class.
He felt a soothing hand on his shoulder. He did not need to look back to know it was Bones. He knew her touch well, though she had never given it a lot.
"I'm here for you, Booth," she whispered to him, walking off towards the remains. He stayed there rooted to his spot, nausea filling his stomach. He did not think he could do this. It was too hard. He did not want to know what he would find once he stepped over that yellow police tape. He knew it would not be good.