Honestly, I can't even tell you where this story came from... well I can actually but I won't. There are two chapters, different stories, same idea.

AN: Major character deaths and possibly OOC but I can't say I'm particularly bothered by that in this story. So, Enjoy.

She wonders, if it does exist, how long it takes to travel to Heaven.

The thought of living forever has never appealed to her. Time is infinite and travels in both directions. Nothing on a linear timeline only happens once.

Being around for the next Hitler was never on her list of things to do.

Some days she just feels so tired. The nights after it's too hard to sleep, and she lies awake, trying not to blink because all she sees is red behind her eyelids.

Booth was a good man. He served his country, protected it's people, played football with Parker. This was the reason she never believed in the idea of fate. People are always saying "fate" in a happy connotation, Booth believed in it but if there was a divine spirit that had control over everything, why hadn't He let Booth's plane land safely on tarmac of Dulles, like it was supposed to? A man loved by so many, and a son left without a father. How was that fair?

It wasn't like her; there were many things she did that were unlike herself now, like… crying herself to sleep on the days she just missed him too much to do anything else, she sat outside staring up at the old stone building, the big ascending windows stained with a myriad of colors, scenes of Jesus' life playing out among them. She felt her heart actually speed up as the first people started walking towards the building, mom's beckoning their children to their side straightening their hair, husband's holding their wives hands.

They all looked so happy. They all looked so… much better than her.

Taking a deep breath and pulling her courage she opened her car door, stepping out a breathing the crisp spring air that held the fragrance of blossoming flowers.

Her business suit wasn't entirely appropriate she realized, but then she hadn't really planned on being here.

Booth had been Catholic, she knew, but there was a strict code in the Catholic Church she was afraid she couldn't adhere to. She didn't want this to be in vain.

The inside of the church, to her surprise, wasn't as extravagant as the outside. She found a pew at the back and sat watching the parishioners as the settled in.

Throughout the sermon she was confounded by the lack of attention some gave the world of their Lord. Some were sleep quietly their heads tilted a book open on their lap. Many checked their watches. Brennan was an Anthropologist; she had trained her eye to see the way humans interacted with each other and their environment. She gave her unyielding attention to the man at the podium.

She resisted the urge to completely disregard everything the Pastor said. Old habits die hard, she had heard someone say once.

After all she wasn't looking for absolution, or forgiveness of her sins, she wasn't looking for the "Holy Sprit", or for someone to release from her her demons.

She was just looking for a way to see her best friend again.