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"How is your story going Bones?" Booth asked, genuinely interested and also because he hated silence on long car drives.
"I have writers block."
"Oh, sorry. What are you stuck on?" Booth wondered whether he could help his lady anthropologist and novelist friend.
"The ending." She was short and to the point today.
"I think someone woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning Bones." Teasing is always fun.
"I can only get out one side of my bed, Booth. The other side is a wall."
"Oh yeah, I forgot." He replied. No sexual tension, witty banter or playful arguments today. This in turn put Booth in a bad mood too.
"You should kill him."
Brennan looked up sharply. "Kill who?"
"The FBI guy. Replace him with some hotshot young thing. New blood and all that. Heh, that's a good idea actually. I should write a novel, what do you think Bones?"
"I think, I think that I can't kill him. Because then Kathy would be upset."
"You think?"
"Yes. Her partner and lover would be dead."
Booth took the moment of a quiet road before him, to turn and look to her.
"Yeah that's the point! She could investigate his death."
"No." She answered firmly. Obviously, she didn't like the idea.
"Come on Bones. It's genius! The readers won't be expecting it." She shook her head again, but curiosity got the better of her.
"Alright, say- hypothetically he did die. How would you kill him?" Brennan looked at her partner.
"Um, well since you asked. Maybe he is shot! Or hung, drawn and quartered. Or he could be in a car crash." He was having fun now. He chuckled to himself as he thought how much Bones must have coming up with gruesome ways to kill her characters.
"I'm not killing him Booth. It would upset the whole dynamic of the story."
"It's just a character- and hey if it went wrong or you changed you mind you could say it was all a dream!"
"No."
Just then, a car appeared out of nowhere and plunged straight into the front of the SUV.
The cars flipped around, swerving off the road. Booth was awake enough to see them flying into a tree, then there was nothing.
Brennan's voice was quiet.
"Booth? What happened? Booth?" She looked over at her partner. He had blood pouring from his ears, mouth and nose. His eyes were shut.
She leant over and tried frantically for a pulse. She could feel nothing.
"Booth?"
He was dead.
Brennan awoke with a start, panting heavily, tears wet on her face panicking she looked over at the sleeping form beside her. She relaxed as he form opened his eyes; he was obviously not as asleep as she thought.
"Bad dream Bones?" He mumbled into the pillow.
"Yeah. You died."
Booth groaned and pulled her into his arms.
"Was it a Dinosaur that killed me?"
"No. Why?"
"I was dreaming about Dinosaurs."
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