Okay... so a new story.

It takes place during Boy with the Answer and deals with what might have happened if the trial of the gravedigger hadn't gone as well and Heather Taffett would have walked. I don't know how long this will be. Or even where its going, just got a couple ideas.

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"I just don't understand..." Temperance Brennan slammed her beer back down on the bar. She wasn't exactly drunk, but her blood alcohol content wasn't exactly clean either. "The objective of the defense is to create reasonable doubt in the mind of the jury. Reasonable! Reasonable being the predominant word," Brennan took another swig of her drink. "She did not do that!"

Booth wished he could offer her something; a sort of solace she could find comfort in. Something about this being the way the justice system works and how great it is that they live in a country where everyone is entitled to a fair trial. But the fact of the matter was, the justice system had failed and they had both bared witness to it. A serial killer was out there on the loose now, and the system that he served had allowed it to happen.

Noticing Booth's silence, Brennan calmed down from her rant, "I'm sorry, Booth".

His eyes looked up curiously, "What are you talking about, Bones. You've got nothing to be sorry about."

"If I hadn't pushed to have our cases thrown out... we might have won."

"Hey, last time I checked I had my case thrown out on my own free will," His hand reached out to hold her's. "You did your best Bones, we all did. We proved she was guilty. Just the all the lines and strings got in the way..."

She closed her eyes and pulled in a deep breath, "I hate this."

"Me too," He was doing his best to stay grounded for her, but the stress was eating away at him too.

"I wish my dad had done it, Booth. I can't help it."

"No you don't. Then your dad would be in jail tonight and this time he wouldn't be getting out," but truth be told, Booth was thinking the same thing. Actually Booth was slightly tempted to take Taffet out himself... but he silenced those thoughts. No matter what had happened in that courtroom, he couldn't do that.

"Sweets seems to think she'll act again..."

"I know."

"She said something to me, Booth. Right as we were leaving, she told me that this wasn't over..." She tried to keep her voice under control but she knew he could hear it tremble.

"You're going to be fine, Bones. I'll keep you safe," he'd do anything to keep her safe.

"You can't know that!" She just argued. "And it's not just me, Booth." her eyes began to fill with tears and she was worried he'd be able to see right through her.

He wasn't sure what made him say it, but the moment it came out of his mouth, he knew he wanted it, "Let's go away together."

"What?"

"Let's go way. You and me. We'll get out of DC, we'll go some place warm and sunny. We'll go relax on an island and spend all day drinking maitais-"

"Booth..."

"Bones, just think about it. You said you were tired of all this, right? That you were tired of dealing with death and murder. Well let's go. I'll put in my letter of resignation tomorrow and buy our plane tickets tonight," It seemed perfect to Booth. Maybe she was right, maybe he couldn't insure her protection here, so he'd take her away to where she'd never have to worry about it. "Just think about it, Bones. Please."

She was shocked by his offer and more than tempted to accept, but "Booth, we can't do that."

"Why not, Bones?"

"That won't change anything..." She could tell he knew she was speaking about more than what had happened earlier that day. She was talking about them. "Heather Taffet will still be out there. And what about Hodgins and Angela? Cam, Sweets and Caroline? Parker..."

"Believe me, I'm paying for a brand new security system for Rebecca tomorrow and getting Parker his own cell phone," And he was thinking about trying to put them in witness protection if he could manage it. "Just for a little while, Bones. Let's go clear our heads..."

She smiled a little. It wasn't that hard for her to imagine laying in the sand with him, drinking icy cocktails, and letting him hold her at night. But a murderer had gone free that day. A cold blooded killer was walking free while the victims were left without justice. How could she take off to a beach knowing that? It would be wrong. "I'm sorry, Booth."

"Yeah. Okay," Booth scolded himself. She had only told him quite definitively a couple months ago that she wasn't interested in being with him, but here he was asking again. "Come on. You look tired. Let me get you a cab."

They walked out of the Founding Fathers silently and Booth hailed her a cab. Part of her was wondering if it was to late to take him up on his offer. Maybe an island together was a little bit much, but being somewhere alone with him was undeniably alluring.

Booth tossed a couple big bills at the cab driver, "You watch and make sure she gets in her building door okay, got it? You don't just drive off."

The cab driver glanced Brennan's way, "Trust me, I won't mind watching her."

"Okay, FBI right here. Don't get creepy. You make sure she gets to her door- respectfully," Booth threatened before returning his attention back to Brennan. "You send me a text message when you get home, okay? And make sure your doors and windows are locked."

"You're going to start doing this all the time, aren't you?"

"Just humor me a little, Bones," He opened the cab door for her and let her crawl in.

"My building is perfectly safe, Booth."

"Yeah, like that exploding fridge you had there..."

"I'll be fine, Booth," But her glare soften. "Please be safe as well."

"Always."

He shut the car door behind her and watched the cab pull away. Two blue eyes turned to meet his from the back window.


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