"Do you love me?"
I bolted up, What time is it? It was barely 2 am; I had fallen asleep on the couch. After Booth left I thought about what could have happened if I hadn't controlled myself, but how could I not lose control if he the hottest and most soft lips I had ever kissed. I returned to my bed got dressed and fell into a deep sleep.
Booth and I were on our way to our victim's house; we rode in complete silence. Booth got out of the van and opened the door for me. This was our first case as a couple; everything seemed the same as before except that Booth would occasionally take my hand in his.
We rang the door bell a few times but no one answered. "I thought the husband was home?" I asked. Booth just shrugged. I started walking back to the car but Booth stopped me; he took my arm and signaled me to follow him towards the back. We got to a door, Booth tried to open it but it was locked. He turned to me and saw I had a confused look on my face. "I've got an idea," he said. "What is…?" I couldn't even finish my sentence when he had already kicked the door down. He pulled out two guns, one for me and one for him. We went in quietly; I was trying to get ahead when Booth stopped me. There was someone in the kitchen. We walked in; "FBI!" shouted Booth the man immediately dropped what he was doing and put his hands up. It was the victim's husband.
"Why didn't you open the door?" asked Booth.
"I didn't hear it. I'm sorry," he replied.
"We're here to ask you a few questions about your wife,"
"Sure. Sure. Come on in," he said extending his towards the living room; the furniture was damaged and you could feel the metal springs in the couch. Booth put away his gun and took my hand; I immediately let go. We hadn't told anyone about what was going on between us and plus we were on a case; it was totally inappropriate. The man took a seat in front of us and analyzed us as if he were the one interrogating us.
"When was the last time you saw your wife Mr. Hoppus?" started Booth.
"I can't remember" said the man in a rather loud and angry tone.
"Listen, we do need you to cooperate if we want to do our job correctly," said Booth in a serious tone.
"Are you accusing me of something? I didn't kill my wife. And I am not saying anything else without my lawyer. Now get out of my house!"
"Fine, but I need you to come to the FBI office first thing in the morning, and bring your lawyer," Booth helped me off the couch and we headed for the door.
"I didn't want to kill her," said the man pointing a gun in my direction. "I'm sorry sweetie." He pulled the trigger. I tried to move but found myself completely paralyzed. I felt blood run down my body but it wasn't mine. I looked down, "Booth!" I fell to my knees right beside him. BAM! a second gunshot. I slowly looked up not knowing if I was hit or not. The man was hit; Booth had shot him.
"Booth everything is going to be okay," I picked up my phone and watched as Booths skin grew whiter and whiter. "Don't close your eyes Booth stay with me."
"Bones make sure you call the FBI and have them pick this guy up."
The paramedics arrived. Booth had already lost a lot of blood. He squeezed my hand a couple of time as if to reassure me that he was still there.
"Do you love me?" he said looking up at me with the little strength he had left.
"Yes, I do," I whispered. I swiftly kissed his lips. Then it happened, that horrible noise that I will never be able to forget. It went on for what seemed like forever growing louder and louder. His heart had stopped.
TO BE CONTINUED…