It was dark that night. The sky was covered in clouds and the moon and stars could not be seen. The wind was cold and strong, blowing her hair in her eyes as a single tear fell down her face. She could feel that tonight would be a bad night. She knew something bad was going to happen. She had no idea what it was going to be and she never trusted her gut, but tonight, her emotions were overpowering her logic and fear was at the top of them. She was worried.

Cold sweat dripped down her back as she wiped away the tear. She was standing next to the SUV, her arms wrapped around her body as she tried to stay warm. She could hear hushed whispers all around her and she could see Booth in the distance, his bullet proof vest done up tightly around his muscular torso. He smiled at her from the distance and she smiled back sadly, her gut clenched in her whirl of emotions as she watched the man she loved gather up the SWAT team and headed for the silent house.

He looked back at her as the SWAT team made their approach and she waved as tears began to pour from her eyes. He motioned for her to stay down and walked away, pulling out his gun, as she turned away and sat down on the grass, leaning against the SUV. Her newfound emotions were more than she could handle and she was losing faith her ability to stay upright.

She sat there, trying not to listen to what was going on, but it was hard not to when the rest of the street was silent. She heard the snapping of a door and the footsteps of heavily armed men, she could hear their shouts and their weapons click as a bullet was forced into the barrel. She heard two shots and then multiple fires. Her body jumped at the sound of the bullets and her heart raced. She was waiting to hear more footsteps and shouts leaving the building, but it was silent. She stood up slowly, going over in her mind about how much Booth would hate that she got up without waiting for him to tell her it was all clear.

She walked around to the other side of the car and glanced toward the house. She could see the small lights of the torches on the SWAT teams' guns and she could hear small murmurs being passed around the room. Her curiosity got the better of her and she began walking toward the building ever so slowly, edging one foot in front of the other every few seconds. By the time she was halfway to the house one of the men was about to walk out of the now broken door, but then he saw her. He could see that she was scared and that all she wanted at that moment was reassurance. He could tell that the events to come would be almost unbearable and he could tell that he would have to be the one to go to her, to explain what happened to her.

Brennan had noticed him too. He was staring at her, an unrecognisable expression on his face. It showed fear and sadness, anger, love, respect. She wasn't sure how he was feeling; then again she had never been good at reading peoples facial expressions. A small group had begun to form behind him and they watched Brennan walk slowly toward them as her expression become more and more frightened.

The man didn't know what to do or what to say to her. All he could do was step aside for her so she could enter the house and the rest of his team followed suit. She walked nervously between them, tears merging from her eyes as she rounded a bend in the house.

Her heart stopped. She felt her legs give way as she fell to the floor. Unable to break her fall she landed hard on her knees, her body shaking and tears falling down her face. She wanted to scream, to run, but she couldn't find the strength. Every muscle in her body ached and every bone shook with disbelief. How could this have happened?

Slowly she crawled to his body that was surrounded by blood but she didn't care.

"Booth! Booth!" She screamed his name, shaking the front of his vest, begging him to wake up. "Booth! No, NO. Booth." Her voice began to quieten as she was filled with grief until it became a mere whisper. "Please wake up, Booth. Wake up."

She grazed her fingers down his pale face as she prayed that this was just a dream. She wanted more than anything for this to not be real. He couldn't be dead. He was alive, he was breathing – but that was the dream. The reality was he was gone.

She laid down on her side next to his body, her arm draped across his chest and her head nestled into his neck as she cried, begged for it to be a dream. The SWAT team watched in tears, not wanting to pull her away from him even though they knew they would eventually have too.

It broke their hearts to watch Brennan. They knew that they loved each other, they just never admitted it and that was what made it hard. Everyone knew that they were meant for each other, everyone knew that they were supposed to be together, but now, this. How were they supposed to be together now?

They continued to watch as Brennan cried, holding tightly to the one person she loved more than anything. The one person she trusted with her life and told everything too. That one person who was now gone.

It was dark that night. The sky was covered in clouds and the moon and stars could not be seen.

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