Time seemed to slow down, to the point that it almost stopped.
Everything was moving in slow motion.
You saw him lift the revolver and fire in what felt like hours, but was a matter of seconds. You saw the slug when as ripped through her skin and before you knew it she was lying on her back in a puddle of blood, but you couldn't move. You tried screaming her name but it came out as a strangled whisper, nothing more. You finally came to your senses and ran to her, yelling her name as if it could somehow save her.
"BONES!"
Even though she was a couple of yards away from you, it felt like forever before you finally reached her. But, once you did, all sense of time was lost.
There she was…
The vibrant blue eyes that you had come to love, now lifeless.
The lovely porcelain skin that you had longed to touch no longer beautiful, but deathly pale.
Then she was gone, leaving you completely alone.
You realize you're standing in a room, completely bare with its white walls. Looking down you see that you're covered in her blood. The blood of the woman you love, correction...
…LOVED…
Booth awoke wrapped in his sheets, covered in sweat. It had all seemed so real. One minute she was standing there and the next she was laying on her back and he was staring into lifeless eyes.
He dreamt of her often. Some dreams more pleasant than others. Sometimes they were together, making love on a beach or simply lying in each others arms. Then there were the nightmares. They had never been as realistic as this last one. He had almost been able to smell her blood, to feel it soaking his hands.
That's when he decided. He had to protect her; he had to show her that he loved her.
He hopped into the shower, his resolution firmly in place.
After quickly getting dressed he picked up some coffee and drove to her apartment, knowing she'd be home since it was 8 a.m. on a Sunday.
He arrived at her building and realized that he had no idea what to say to her. He decided he'd "wing it" just follow his instincts.
He took the elevator and walked down the hall until he stood in front of her door, 2B.
"Here goes nothing" he thought out loud, before knocking firmly on her door. After a couple of seconds she opened the door looking cuter than ever. She had obviously just woken up, because she was wearing some shot shorts and an FBI t shirt he had left at her house, her hair was down in messy curls framing her face. It took him a couple of seconds to realize that he was staring at her with his mouth wide open.
"Can I come in?" he stuttered. She opened the door wider allowing him to enter her tidy apartment. After a couple of seconds that felt like hours to him she finally spoke
"Did you need something?" she asked, concerned by his uncharacteristic silence. He knew he had to say something before he embarrassed himself completely but the words just wouldn't come out. Finally he decided to give up on trying to speak and simply pushed her hard against the back of the now closed front door and attacked her lips with his own.
The kiss was breathtaking. He couldn't believe that he was kissing her, and was it his imagination or was she really kissing him back? Finally he pulled away suddenly feeling embarrassed that he had just barged in and began kissing her. But he instantly changed his mind when she looked into her dazzling blue eyes. They were a mixture of confusion and excitement.
"I need you." He said simply "I can't deny what we have anymore. I'm tired of watching other men popping in and out of your life, they don't treat you right. You deserve so much better…" after a short pause he said, "Please, say something."
"Thank you." She said softly before bringing her lips up to his once again slowly he backed her into the couch and laid her down gently only breaking their searing kiss to say one thing.
"Be my beloved."