To the writers I follow, sorry I have not been reading as much. I don't want any influences over this piece as I know there are probably several out there that are dealing with the season finale, that was wonderful and heartbreaking at the same time.

So here is my idea of what will be happening after Booth changed his mind about them getting married.


The tension in the air changed almost immediately. "I don't think we should do it" his words cutting through her. "I didn't think this through" It felt like the air in the room suddenly got heavy causing it hard to breath.

"But this is what you want."

"But you didn't."

"But I do now." She gave him a small worried smile that quickly left her face when he diverted his eyes from hers and when he did look at her it was from under a hooded brow. She shook her head lightly and her shoulders sagged in defeat as her mind raced questioning why he didn't want to marry her.

Finally she held herself with pride "I'm impressed that you're finally seeing things from my perspective." She swallowed hard fighting the knot rising up from her core threatening to strangle her, she refused to cry.

"Right" he choked out. The moment of silence following this word was the loudest either could remember between them. "You wanna order in?" he asked, his voice husky and nervous.

"I'm not hungry, I-I think I will just go up and read for a bit." She closed the bridal magazine and held it to her side as she left the room. Just prior to her turning the corner he called out to her and she turned to face him, he saw her mask firmly in place.

"We're okay, right?" he asked

Every part of her wanted to scream at him but instead she found herself agreeing "Of course" she turned and rounded the corner, leaning against the wall, her knees felt weak as all the promises and declarations of love flashed before her ripping her heart into pieces. With her remaining energy she slowly climbed the stairs of their home alone.

She was a certified genius, if she would have been able to think past the pain, she would have noticed the small telltale signs Booth was giving her that this was not what he wanted. She would realize that his mood had shifted after the phone call, the phone call that could not have been from his mother. If she could have seen past the pain, she would have remember how he told her marriage looked good on her, she would have remember how his face lit up when the they were in the jewelry store and engagement were teased about. But the pain she felt refused to allow her mind to process the evidence right in front of her.

She quietly closed the door to their room and leaned against it as she allowed her emotions their freedom and a cascade of tears streamed down her face. She glanced down at her hand still holding onto the bridal magazine. Blinking she slowly walked into their bathroom and let the magazine slide from her hand into the trash receptacle. As the magazine was released she felt like she was 15 years old again, scared, alone, and heart broken.


He sat and watched what the words coming out of his mouth were doing to her, he watched the walls go up to protect her, he saw her start to shut him out. How could this happen, they were so happy earlier, everything he had ever wanted was right in front of him now he had to turn it away.

Once she left the room he sat down and his whole body deflated. He was lost; he didn't know what to do. He couldn't go to her, there was nothing he could say to comfort her, hell he couldn't even comfort himself. He worried this would end them, destroying everything he had worked so hard to prove to her existed.

Wiping the moisture from his face he pulls out his cell and hits the speed dial for Angela. Angela answered her phone cheerful "Hey handsome"

"Ange, Ummm What I am about to say is going to make you angry, I can't answer any questions or tell you why, so please don't ask."

She heard his voice crack "Booth, what's going on?"

"We … no I… decided we shouldn't get married. She is going to need you. She will probably never forgive me, please take care of her."

"Booth, what the hell …"

"Ange, I can't say anymore, I'm sorry" with that Booth disconnected the call.

Angela stood staring at her phone as the overwhelming sadness for her friend crept into her soul. She tried repeatedly to call her friend finally resorting to leaving a message that she was there any time she was needed.

Booth slowly climbed the staircase in their house. His legs had never felt so heavy and his lungs felt like they were being constricted as he remembered Cam's warning and prayed that once this was over she would understand he did what he had to, to protect her, Christine, and innocent people.

He tried the door to their room to find it locked; he was not welcome in their bed this night, maybe not ever again. He rested his forehead against the door for a moment before moving down the hall to Parker's room; tomorrow he would try to start repairing the damage he caused. Baby steps Seeley, Baby steps.


He sat in Parker's bed looking at the shadows playing across the wall, he was not going to sleep this night, so he had nothing to do but to sit and think about how he was going to find Pelant and end this once and for all.

He doesn't know how long he had been sitting there when he heard her moving. He heard their bedroom door open and heard the floor creak as she made her way to their daughters room, just on the other side of the wall where he now was.

He heard Christine sound somewhat cranky from being disturbed and could hear Bones whispers soothing her. He quietly made his way to the hallway and caught the last glimpse of her as she headed down the stairs with a bundle that was their daughter in her arms.

He quickly and quietly moved to the top of the stairs "Bones" He watched her body freeze and stiffen at the sound of his voice "Please" was all he could muster.

"I was just going to work at the lab and thought it might be easier to just get her ready there for daycare rather than having to come all the way home." She had not turned around to face him.

"I could get her ready in the morning." He said as he made his way down the stairs.

"I already have her; I might as well take her with me."

"Bones" he walked around to face her and watched as she diverted her eyes from him. "I love you"

She tightened her mouth and nodded slightly casting a quick glance in his direction before she bowed her head and made her way pass him out to the garage. He didn't follow; there was nothing he could do to help her.

As she pulled out of the driveway with his whole life in her car he let the tears flow freely but this would be the last time, because now was time to work on finding Pelant and she needed time, she needed space and while it went against everything he felt he was going to give her that. It was the least he could do.

Christine was sleeping peacefully in her portable crib, oblivious to the turmoil that boiled around her. Brennan sat in an almost catatonic state on her couch working on internalizing Booth and getting some control of her emotions before the daily hum of activity began.

Booth sat on their sofa staring into the darkness. She had driven away with his whole life and he honestly didn't know if she was coming back. He shook his head clearing his thoughts of them and started to focus on Pelant. He had to put the sadness in a box and go forward on the hatred he had for Pelant. Anger is a strong emotion, strong enough to keep the pain he felt in his heart at bay while he hunted his prey.