Disclaimer: The characters of Bones do not belong to me.

Oh this is my first fanfic so reviews/feedback would be great, being nice is always lovely and giving your opinion is fantastic. I don't mind if you don't like the story, tell me because I know there is someone out there who can write waayyy better than me.

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He didn't know what to do, how could someone do this to him? Not only him, how could someone do this to them?
Crossing, or more like scribbling out a sentence on the paper infront of him. Nothing he did could take his mind off of her.

Now he's moving, to her love ... her livelihood. As if in record time he arrives at the destination, fighting the urge to yell out the nickname that he loves just as much as she hates it. Well, now it's a case of loved and hated.

Now he's in her office, standing in the middle of the room. He sits awkardly on the sofa and stares at what's on the table infront of it. As if the folder is on fire and he's afraid of being burnt, he carefully opens the file. Their last case of that week. His last case of that week. Her last case. Supposedly forever.

He lets out a cry of anger and flings the file off the table. Clutching his head in his hands he wonders why the hell she wasn't sitting there with you...arguing, laughing or just simply staring at him through her big blue eyes he loved so much.

Images flood into his mind. Their first meeting. Their first argument. Their first case. Their first dinner together. Their first undercover mission. Their first kiss.

Now nothing can stop the tears from streaming down his face, for the first time since she disappeared two months ago. Everyone had given up. Not him. But now, after over two months of finding nothing to help locate her, he was giving up too.
'Forgive me.'

A voice interrupts his thinking, not one voice. Two voices. Screaming out his name. He can't bring himself to speak up. But they find him anyway. They knew where he'd be.
However they didn't expect to find him in this state. They pause, unable to continue.

"What?" he harshly says.
"We found her." Angela replies. He nods not wanting Angela to confirm thats she's dead, closing his eyes he waits for the words to come out of one of his friends' mouths.
The words don't come but new, unexpected ones do.

"She's alive Booth. She's alive."