A quick one shot that popped into my head while visiting relatives at a cemetery today. Sad, but worth it. I don't own Bones...
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Booth ran into the Jeffersonian taking the stairs three at a time.
"BONES!" He yelled to the lab.
"It's the 11th of November, Booth!" Hodgins yelled from the platform where he was identifying some creepy crawly bug.
"So? Where is Bones?" Asked Booth, scanning his card and jumping up the steps to the platform.
"She's at the cemetery." Zack said.
"WHAT?" Booth yelled, confused.
"Go ask Angela, she's better with this stuff." Jack said, not looking up. Booth shrugged and then headed for the artist's office.
"Ange! Where is Bones?" He was starting to get worried.
"She's at the cemetery, Booth." Angela said, looking up from the face she was drawing.
"Everyone keeps saying that, but why?"
Angela sighed and then put down her pencil, turning towards Booth.
"November 11th is when she identified her first body. Every year on this day she goes to the cemetery and visits the graves of people she has identified." Angela explained.
"But some of the bodies were buried out of state..."
"She visits all of the ones around D.C, and then if she is in the area of another on one of her trips she will visit. Booth, she remembers every single one. Every bone, every case, every face. She could use the company today." Angela looked at her watch. "She's at Arlington right now." Booth thanked her and took off running for his SUV.
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Ten minutes later he was striding through Arlington National Cemetery, looking for his partner. Stopping at the top of a hill, he looked down and saw her. She was dressed casually, and was carrying an armful of sunflowers. He walked slowly up behind her. She must have sensed his presence, because she spoke after a few minutes.
"Cleo Eller." She said, tracing the delicate lettering on the stone with her fingers. "Our first case. I still can't believe he dumped her in the pond." She said quietly, propping a sunflower up against the grave. "Angela told you where I was?"
Booth nodded. "She said you needed the company." Brennan looked up at him with a sad smile.
"Thanks. This is where you come in, anyway. I'm going in chronological order. Nestor Olivos is next, but he isn't buried here. Come on." As she lead him from grave to grave, they told stories of the victims, and how they brought justice to them. After all of the sunflowers had been delivered, Bones and Booth headed back to their respective cars.
Booth leaned on the door to his SUV and looked at his Bones who was doing the same with her car. "Wong Foo's?" He asked with a grin.
She smiled, nodded, and then frowned. "Why were you at the lab in the first place? Do we have a case?" she asked.
"Yeah." Booth said sadly, gazing over at the white gravestones that popped up out of the grass. "Another one. But it's low priority, I think it can wait until after lunch, what do you think?"
She smiled again. "I'd like that."
They set off together, to rid the world of evil and to bring justice to the victims that they revisited but once a year.