Author's Note: School is getting in the way of writing fanfiction! This idea actually came to me today in school and I had to write it down. This weekend I might finally get the last chapter of "A Weekend Away", if anyone has been reading that. Constructive criticism and reviews are welcome!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. Fox does. This is just for fun.

A warm breeze sweeps through the cemetery as one lone woman stands in front of a gravestone, flowers in her hands. I have seen her come on this day for five years to lay flowers on this grave in remembrance of the man she lost so long ago. She will sometimes come during the rest of the year, but only on the rarest of occasions, and always alone.

I watch as she places the flowers gently on the grave and stands. With one final look, she turns and begins to walk out of the cemetery. I could run up to her, make my presence known, but I don't. Instead, I walk up to where she stood and read the epitaph.

Here lies Seeley Booth

1972-2009

Beloved Father and Friend

I know who this mystery woman is. Dr. Temperance Brennan, world famous forensic anthropologist and author. She was his partner. The woman who will never know how he truly felt about her. For years, I have been trying to get him to come back here with me, but he keeps refusing. He won't tell me why and this year I don't even bother to ask.

"She came." I hear his voice behind me and turn to face him. He is standing next to the tree where I had been while she was here. He walks over to where I am and stands next to me, looking down at the flowers she left. "She even left flowers."

I look over at him. He is still staring down at the flowers, but I see a tear trace a path down his cheek. "Why don't you appear and tell her goodbye? It would help both of you move on."

"She wouldn't believe it. She doesn't believe in ghosts." He laughs wryly and looks over at me. "It wouldn't work."

"Yes, it could. I spoke to Claire through you."

"Yes. Through a living person. Not someone you know has been dead for five years. Who you thought would never leave you." I know he is talking about Brennan (Bones to him) with those last two sentences. He rarely talks about her since he has passed, so I know little more than what her name is and what she looks like. I got only that much out of him in five years of trying.

"Fine. I mean, she'll be back with you eventually, right? A few more decades isn't that long to wait." This isn't the best thing to say, I realize, when he turns to me with fire burning in his eyes. I've forgotten how angry he can become.

"Shut up. You don't know anything. Did you come back and "appear" to Claire? No, I had to talk to her for you. So you have no right to say anything about what I do or don't do about my situation." His voice softens and he looks away. "We should go now."

"Why?" He doesn't answer, just points to where I can see two figures in the distance. One appears to be a woman with blond hair and the other a young teenage boy. "Oh, Rebecca and Parker."

"Yes." He turns and walks back over to the tree. "Are you coming?"

"Not yet." I answer and I hear him vanish. As they approach, I head back to my tree to observe. I am the silent eyes of this cemetery for now-being his today and my own tomorrow. Too soon I will leave the world of the living to go back, but for now I just sit back and watch.

And who knows? Maybe one day I'll get up the nerve to tell her what he can't himself. But for now, I am content to sit back and observe.