Ok, so this was just a random idea I had. It's only going to be a few chapters, but I already have them done, so it won't be long until the next update. Please review! It is very much appreciated. Enjoy :D

P.S. Has anyone noticed Booth's ID says SSA? As in Supervisory Special Agent? Hmmm…?

Title: Regret in Time

Rating: K+

Summary: Brennan changes her mind about love and the way it should affect her life, but is it too late?

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, but if I did, Hannah wouldn't exist.

A/N: I only made the rating K+ for death. I'm not sure it has to even be that, it could still be K.

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She opened her eyes only to still be shrouded in darkness. As the rest of her senses slowly started working again, she was faintly aware of someone breathing near to her. She panicked momentarily, thinking it was her partner until she remembered he wasn't with her earlier.

Her head throbbed as she turned to see who it was. The pain threatened to send her back into unconsciousness, but she was determined to know what was happing to her.

"Hello, Dr. Brennan." A deep masculine voice alerted her to a man sitting nearby.

She tried to remember the voice from somewhere, but failed. Identifying her captor hadn't worked, so now she should just figure out where she was and why. She tried hard to think rationally, but it was very difficult to think at all.

"Who are you?" her own voice startled her. It was dry and hoarse, not displaying any of the confidence associated with the doctor.

The man ignored her. "Are you happy with your life Dr. Brennan?" He didn't wait for her answer, not that she would have anyway. "Have you done something truly useful? Have you had fun? Have you been truly happy? Have you fallen in love?" he sneered at the last word.

She drew in a sharp breath, tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

"I have. It's a beautiful thing really. Just a smile on their face and you warm up inside. Their pain is your pain. You share your happiness. They're your best friend." She heard a sniffle, almost as if the man next to her was crying. "Have you ever experienced that Dr. Brennan?"

She let the tears fall freely as she nodded slowly. The man laughed a small laugh.

"Yeah? Well I guess it's over now, huh?" He stood and walked out of the small room, letting in a shred of light, and leaving her alone.

With much effort, she curled herself into a ball, abandoning the ever strong Dr. Temperance Brennan and letting her emotions take over. It would do no good to think, her brain was severely clouded and her body was weak. She was scared, and for once she could admit it. Most of all though she was regretful. Listening to the man, she realized she had fallen in love, but she chose to push it aside. It was an irrational thing, just chemicals in the brain reacting to outside stimuli. That's what she had thought before. Only now, when she had felt it, did she come to think she may have been wrong. Only now, when she may lose it all.

She had fallen in love. But she would never get to experience love. Sure all those things he said pertained to her. She was in love. Her heart would warm when he smile, his brown eyes sparkling at her. When he was hurt, so was she, struggling to find a way to make him happy again, sorry for his pain. When he was happy, she was too, smiling and laughing together. But she would never get to feel the protection of her lover's arms around her, the warmth of the kisses he pressed to her lips, the passion in his eyes when he looked at her, or the love in every word, spoken just for her. Her sobs got heavier as she realized all that she had missed. She struggled to catch her breath, partially from the crying, but also from the anguish and grief that surrounded her heart. The pain in her head worsened and she finally succumbed to unconsciousness.

His arms tightened around her, gentle but strong, pulling her closer. The protection of his arms comforted her. She looked deep into his warm brown eyes as they looked back at her. She never would have believed it before, but it was clear he truly loved her, all in his eyes. He smiled, his eyes sparkled, and her heart warmed as he leaned in closer to her. His forehead rested against hers, and their lips brushed as he whispered to her, as if it was a secret, just for the two lovers. "I love you." She smiled back at him before pressing a kiss to his waiting lips.

Her eyes fluttered open and she felt hand beneath her. For a moment hope flooded over her. He had saved her, just like he always did. When she turned her head, that hope was quickly replaced with dread and she began to cry again as she left her dream world of what she would never be able to have. She finally got a good look at her captor, even through her tears. It was a Caucasian man, tall and thin. He had no hair on his head, but had a thick beard. She didn't remember the man. If she had, she would have immediately recognized the eyes. His almost black eyes seemed to burn her as she looked back at them. She tried to fight back, but her body refused to listen. She was totally helpless. Feeling her weak attempts at escaping, a malicious grin spread over the lips of the man carrying her as he set her down on a mattress. She looked over to see where she had been lying last night, just a few feet away. It was a small room, probably a basement. The only occupants were some pipes, a water heater, and the mattress she now lay on.

"Well Dr. Brennan, I gave everything needed to find you to your team, just to give you a small chance, but it seems as though they have finally failed." She saw him smile as he continued to speak. "Honestly, you should have been dead by now. I gave you my own concoction of drugs which should have had you dead almost half an hour ago. Lucky you I guess. Too bad it won't last. I hope you're comfortable." He finished his speech and walked away. She watched him pause at the small wooden door across the room. "Do you want your body sent to the Jeffersonian or your partner at the FBI? The latter would be difficult seeing as how I don't know exactly who to send you to, but it can be done. What a message right?"

"Why?" Her voice was a mere squeak, but enough to stop him, before he left. The smile on his face had gone. Rage and Fury now burned in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but Brennan didn't hear it. As close as she had come to having an answer, blackness took over her vision and the sound of the man's voice faded into nothingness. Now would have been when Booth came save her, but not this time. There always has to be a limit.She thought. She searched her mind for his face as her limbs got heavy and pressure arose in her chest. Booth's smile was the last thing she thought of before she totally lost consciousness.