This story involves a religious topic. I almost didn't publish this because of the topic, so please, don't read this if you are uncomfortable with stories about religion.

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Booth was standing on the platform, watching Brennan and Cam examin their latest victim. He'd been leaning against the railing and letting his mind wander when he'd heard a word he never heard uttered in the Lab.

Daisy, watching Cam lift the left arm of their victim, made a comment. "I always feel bad when our victim is a child. It seems so sad that someone could hurt a child let alone murder one. The only consolation I have is that at least he's in heaven and not in pain anymore."

Surprised, Booth turned to look at Daisy in amazement.

Cam who was also surprised, looked up from the body. "So you believe in Heaven?"

Primly, Daisy nodded her head. "Of course I do. The world is so complex that I find it hard to believe that this world and the people in it are all the end product of randomly generated happenstance. It doesn't seem logical to me."

Ignoring Daisy, Brennan watched Cam as she returned her attention back towards the body of the child.

Booth walked over to where the body was lying on the metal table. "I have to go. I'll be in my office, so when you have cause of death then let me know." Walking past Brennan, Booth smiled at her and then started for the stairs.

A great admirer of Booth, Daisy made another unsolicited comment. "If anyone here is going to get to go to heaven then it's going to be Agent Booth. He's done such wonderful things that I just think he's a shoo in."

Pausing before he reached the staircase, Booth turned his head. "You're wrong about that. I'm the least likely to make it in." Turning, he hurried down the steps and then strode down the hallway to the main entrance.

A little shocked at Booth's statement, Cam turned to look at Brennan. "I don't understand. Why did he say that?"

Shaking her head, Brennan stared at receding figure. "I don't know. He tries to go to church every week and I know he believes in Heaven. I've never heard him say he isn't going to go to heaven."

Her gaze now on the retreating Booth, Cam shook her head. "Something's wrong. I don't like that he doesn't believe he's going to heaven. He loves God."

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That evening, after she arrived home, Brennan found Booth in the kitchen making dinner. Walking into the room with their daughter in her arms, Brennan smiled at him. "I see you beat me home again."

Looking up, Booth smiled at sight of his beautiful mate and their child. "Yeah, I was getting writers cramp from all the forms I've been working on and since Cam was still doing the autopsy the last I heard, I decided to come home."

After she moved closer, Brennan leaned against Booth and kissed him gently on the lips. Booth returned the kiss, reached out and placed his hand on Brennan's face.

Straightening, Booth turned back towards his simmering pots. "Dinner will be ready in about an hour."

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Later that evening, Brennan was listening to Booth's quiet breathing beside her. "Booth, why don't you believe you're going to heaven?"

Sighing, Booth didn't really want to talk about it. "It's not important Bones."

Brennan sat up, turned and stared at Booth. Picking up his left hand, Brennan she twinned her fingers with his fingers. "It is important Booth. I want to know why you don't think you're going to be allowed into heaven."

Clearing his throat, Booth stared at the ceiling. 'I've killed a lot of men . . . over 50. I don't think Heaven is meant for guys like me."

Sad that Booth thought so little of himself, Brennan squeezed his hand. "You killed those men to stop evil not to perpetuate it. You are not an evil man, Booth . . . I don't believe in heaven or hell, but that's my belief . . . You do believe and I think that if anyone were going to be allowed into such as a place as heaven . . . if it existed, then that person would be you."

He hadn't meant to talk about this topic, but he knew that she was trying to make him feel better. Booth turned his head to look at Brennan. "Thanks Bones. That's a nice thing to say . . . It's not going to be all bad. Since you're an unbeliever you'll go to Limbo and because of the things I've done then that's probably where I'll be too. See . . we'll be together when we both die . . . It'll be a good thing, you'll see."

"Booth . . ."

Shaking his head, Booth interrupted her. "Don't worry about it. What ever happens is going to happen. I'm not worried about it and I don't want you to be worried about it either."

She felt inadequate and didn't know how to comfort him. "I love you Booth. I love you and I want you to be happy."

Rolling on his side to face Brennan, Booth smiled at her. "I am happy, Bones. More that you know. When I die I'll be with you and that means that I'll be where I want to be. I love you and I always want to be with you. You're my soul mate. We belong together for all of eternity. That's what I believe and that's what I'm hoping for. Besides, I have faith that in the end we'll both enter Heaven together."

"But how, I don't understand? I don't believe in Heaven or Hell."

Booth sat up and took both of Brennan's hands in his. "Because I have Faith and that's all I need. A great man said, 'All who call on God in true Faith, earnestly from the heart will certainly be heard and will receive what they have asked and desired'."

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I'm not sure why I wrote this. It's just something that begged to be written. I have a happy muse and a sad muse. My sad muse wanted attention today. So what do you think of my story? All reviews are welcome.

* quote from Martin Luther