"I don't understand why he would do something like that." Temperance Brennan inquired as she and her partner sat across from each other, discussing their latest case.
Booth smirked at her and sipped at his drink. "You wouldn't."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Booth shrugged and set his glass down on his coffee table. "Because, he did it because he loved her."
Brennan cocked her head to the side and raised an eye brow curiously. "He killed her. . .because. . .he loved her? That makes absoloutly no sense, why would someone do that? If you kill someone obviously you feal hate towards that person, else you wouldn't have set out to commit a crime towards that person in the first place."
"Well," Booth began as he leaned back on his couch in thought. "It's a complicated love. Imagine it like this, if the person you love most in the world was already nearing death and told you that they wanted to die, told you that they didn't want to live anymore, that they couldn't be happy any other way. What would you do?"
"Offer proffesional help. Why, what would you do?"
Booth stared at his partner effectionatley. "I can't help but think that, if I knew for sure there was no way of saving them, I would let them die."
Temperance shook her head. "But that's not the same, Booth. Cole Broodman killed his wife while she was on her death bed, he didn't wait for nature to take its course, he ended her life without any second thoughts!"
"You ever think she might have wanted it like that, did you ever think that, maybe, they'd planned it all before he killed her? There weren't any signs of struggle, by the physical evidence it doesn't even look as if she tenced at all when he gave the final blow, you're the one who found this stuff out."
Brennan stared at Booth and nodded. "That seems plausable, it's to bad we'll never know. But wouldn't his suicide prove that he had guilt about his wife's death?"
"It might have, but it also could have just been him feeling sad, upset, alone. He loved her, and he probably couldn't stand the idea of living without her."
"It's to bad he didn't leave a suicide note, then we'd be at least a little bit more sure as to what his motives were, it would bring a lot more closure to his children as well."
"Yeah." Booth agreed as he sipped at his drink again. "You know, people do crazy things for love."
Temperance curled up beside him on his couch and lay her head on the back cushion facing him. "What's the craziest thing you've ever done for someone you loved?"
Booth smiled at her. "Well, I can think of a few instinces. The first when I was eighteen years old and head over heals for a girl in my biology class, we were graduating that year and I'd had a crush on her for nearly two years and hadn't said anything to her. I decided I'd go all out for her the night we graduated, tell her about my affection. I drove over to the apartment her parent's had bought her for graduation the day after we'd graduated. I remember I knocked on her door, and knelt to the ground on one knee, and told her that I was in love with her. I practically recited a poem, one I'd wrote myself of course."
"What'd she do?" Brennan inquired.
Booth chuckled and continued. "She knelt down in front of me, took my hand, and said, "Seeley, I'm a year older than you, engaged, and pregnant, not gonna happen" She then stood up and slammed the door in my face."
Temperance laughed lightly and Booth smiled at her.
"You know, I've done some pretty crazy things for you, too." He said.
"Yes," Brennan started. "But you don't love me."
Booth looked at her astounded. "Of course I love you! There's more than one kind of love, you know."
Temperance grinned at him and nodded her head in agreement. The two jumped as Booth's phone rang loudly and he answered it with his ever classic, "Booth".
"Alright. . .yeah. . .of course. . .we'll be there." Booth snapped his phone shut, glanced at his watch and stood up, stretching his back. "Well wouldn't you know, we've got a case at nearly ten at night."
Brennan sighed and stood up as well.
"Ok, well let's go."