One week. That was all it had taken. One week. For his world to come crashing down around him. For his heart to break. For his life to be destroyed. Booth had memorized a quote from one of her books. 'There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of everwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.' So Booth showed his love. He sank to the floor and cried. He wasn't even angry anymore. All he could do was cry and try to show how much he loved her. If he had wanted to die before, he was on a path to suicide now.

Wearily, Seeley got off the floor and went to take a shower. Trying to feel something, Booth turned the water to scalding hot before getting in and feeling his skin burn. But then he remembered her; her hand accidentally brushing hers, the way her hair felt when she accidentally fell asleep on his lap, when they would hook arms and walk to the diner, meaningless and pointless arguments, her laugh, her smile...the way he loved her. Why was that taken away? Booth couldn't take it anymore and slumped to the ground. There was no reason to stand tall anymore. His legs wouldn't work anyways. How did this happen? Booth thought. Everything had been fine a week ago. She had been fine a week ago. It was just a look. Just a look that that man had given her. It had hardly seemed like a look, more of a glance at his surroundings and she had been in his surroundings. So why was she hurt? She made the world a better place. They were the golden team. Highest percent of closed cases in the bureu. And he had to drag her away from solving more murders and cases. WHY?! his brain screamed with his heart. Shakily, Booth got off the shower floor. Perhaps if he drank something the pain would go away. But drinking reminded him of her too. Tears again began to form in his eyes. Screaming in anger Seeley punched the wall. Well that hurt he thought. Mentally and physically drained Seeley climbed into bed. As his exhausted mind began to shut down, her face once again came into mind. Booth couldn't help but bring a watery smile to his face as he thought about her waiting for him. A shaky laugh escaped from his lips. "I promised," Booth whispered as he fell asleep.


Last Friday

Agent Seeley Booth was awakened by his phone ringing. Exhausted even by his standards he flicked open his phone.

"Hello?" he asked groggily.

"Booth?" a mans voice asked.

"Director Cullen. And how may I be of assistance at..." Booth looked at his digital clock. "5:07 in the morning?"

"We have a body down by the docks. I'll send you the address. And be prepared for this one Agent Booth. Even I know it's going to be a tough case."

Sighing, Booth rung Bones.

"Wake up Sunshine," he said cheerfully.

"Booth I'm already awake. I was just on my way to work. I'm about to leave. And I am a human being, not the sun so therefore I could not be radiating the thing we call sunshine which is actually-" Booth cut her off.

"Cullen called you?" he asked.

"The director of the FBI? No I was heading in to work in Bone Storage. Why?" Bones asked.

"We have a case. I'm coming to pick you up so don't leave."

"Alright I'll be outisde"

"So Bones what do you have?" Booth asked. "Female, aged late 30s to early 40s, Caucasian. Her radius had been snapped and her hyoid is broken. All phalanges are broken and seventh and third ribs are broken. " Booth understood what the director had meant by it's not going to be easy. "Cause of death?" Booth asked. "I can't determine cause of death yet as there are mutilple lacerations and contortions all over her body" Bones responded.

"Was she murdered?' Booth asked. Carefully Brennan lifted up a few bones.

"I feel safe to answer that this woman was murdered" Brennan stated.

"Alright pack everything up here. Let's go, move it!" Booth barked out orders. Brennan snapped off her gloves and was escorted away by Booth. He rested his hand on the small of her back and led her to the car.

"So..." he began. Smiling Bones guessed what he was thinking.

"The diner it is Booth," she said.

"Ahh Bones you know me so well," Booth commented.

"I would hope so Booth. We are partners after all," Brennan stated.

"Yeah...partners," Booth whispered. If she had the power to read to minds she would have stumbled across something he knew that she wasn't prepared for.

After breakfast Booth left for the FBI and Bones headed off to investigate dead people.

"Mr. Bray welcome back," Temperance said. Wendell looked up. He had just finished arranging the bones.

"Thank you Dr. Brennan," he said. Instantly he began to list injuries. "Her hyoid is broken, all phalanges are broken and two ribs are broken while the rest are cracked. Her radius is broken as if her hand was snapped back. Maybe a defensive position? The ribs puntured part of the lung but it wasn't fatal. It just chipped part of it. There was some particulates on her hyoid and Dr. Hodgins is examining them now."

"Good job Mr. Bray," Brennan said. Wendell looked extremely pleased with himself. Compliments by Dr. Brennan were extremely hard to come by. Dr. Brennan started to examine the bones.

"I noticed that there is a punture mark on her arm. Take it to Dr. Hodgins and have him swab for particulates." she said. Her findings and that of her intern were the same therefore making it conclusive in her mind. But Brennan had a nagging feeling that she was missing something. She decided to look over all the x-rays again. Suddenly Hodgins burst in.

"Those particulates we found on the victims throat are from the insect Hydropsyche Abella or more commonly known as the Abellan Hydropsyche Caddisfly. It is a rare insect found only in Oregon. Our victim would have to be someone of great importance to the study of their habitat or she did something that ended up killing the bug and possibly her."

Brennan frowned. "We don't deal with conjecture Dr. Hodgins. But in this case Booth may be able to identify her so it is understandable."

Snapping off her gloves she walked out saying "I'll call Booth." But she reappeared again a moment after. "Oh sorry. Good work on finding out what the bug was Dr. Hodgins." Bones left again. Hodgins stared at the door, his mouth wide open. "Woah. Did you see that?" he asked Wendell. Angela walked in. "Where's Brennan? And why are you trying to be a human fly catcher?" she asked her husband giggling.

"She complimented me. She said good work," he told his wife. "Ok are you going to tell me what happened or am i just going to have to guess?" Angela said smiling. Wendell cleared his throat.

"I believe he is referring to the fact that Dr. Brennan complimenetd him," he said. Angela looked at her husband.

"So what's the problem? Although it is rare for Brennan to say good job it's not like she hasn't said it before," the artist asked confused.

"No the weird part is that she came back to tell me good job. I told her what the particulates were and she left to call Booth. Then she reappeared and said 'Oh sorry. Good work on finding out what the bug was Dr. Hodgins.'

Now Angela had her mouth wide open. "What do you think happened?" she asked.

"I don't know but it must have been something good because she's never done this before. Ever," Hodgins declared.

"I'm going to talk to her," Angela said and with that she left. In her mind a ton of scenarios were running amok. Had it finally happpned? she asked herself. Had Agent Studly and Brennan finally hooked up? Had it been steamy and hot or more passionate and slow? Angelas mind was running frantic with ideas all more hot and steamy than the last. Finally she spotted Booth walking in through the pair of glass doors. If Brennan wasn't around then Agent Hotstuff would have to do she thought to herself.

"Booth! Can I ask you something real fast?" Angela said running up to him. Booth groaned. She had that look on her face again. Another question about him and Bones.

"Fine but make it quick," he said.

"Did you and Brennan hook up?" she calmly. Booth choked on the only thing left for him to choke on. His air. He had taken a breath to answer the question he felt was coming but it definitely wasn't that question.

"What makes you say that?"Booth asked after he could breath again. Noticing how he reacted Angela knew that her dreams had not come true yet. With a sad smile on her face she looked at Booth.

"She was just super nice and gave Hodgins a compliment so we thought that something had had to happen for her to act this way and I assumed it was you," she explained clearly.

"Well that's great that she gave one of her squints a compliment but why does it have to be me that you ask such ridiculous questions to? Why not ask the person who you're talking about?" Booth asked.

"Because I saw you first that's why," Angela said sounding resigned.

"She's probably in her office," Booth sighed. Angela was going to be the death of him one of these days. Walking into her office Booth knocked on her door.

"Bones? Bones you in here?" he asked. When no answer came Seeley plopped down on her couch resigned to waiting for her. Silently Angela left Booth alone muttering under her breath about boys and men. As Booth closed his eyes he felt a strange tingle in his foot. Getting up he heard a single gunshot and the windows in Bones' office shattered.