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Lauren Eames said something on her tape that made Dr. Temperance Brennan think. Her thinking led to an idea. That idea is what caused everything to click into place.
She knew. She knew how she died and why. She was trying to save a child.
And that is why Brennan dialed Special Agent Seeley Booth on her cell. Voicemail. 'Great' Bren thought 'I don't have time for this!'. She left him a vague voicemail. Telling him she figured it out, she was getting ready to write a simple sentence on a scrape of paper.
I want no regrets Booth. No regrets.
Folding the paper and putting it in her pocket she ran out if the Jeffersonian Institute and into the rain. Hailing a cab she gave the driver the address of the family of the brain dead child that could save another child.
Stepping out of the cab something shiny caught her eye. It was one of those reflectors on the street. Bending down she ran her fingers over the surface.
She was hit by a car, falling and hitting her head on this.
Bright lights filled her vision. A car. She knew she had time to get up. But she didn't. She heard the screeching of car tires. Then a violent jolt sent the sickening snaps of breaking bones into the air. Her broken body was flung to the side of the road. The driver didn't stop.
Brennan was partly hidden behind a garbage can. If she could she laugh She would. In the garbage, everyone in the system is right. I am garbage. Worthless and hated.
Her hands rested on her stomach. When she looked at them they were red. Red with blood. Like at that bar, except this time it was hers, not Booth's.
Booth.
Where is he?
He is supposed to save me.
He is probably to busy to bother.
Why did he ever bother in the first place?
Why did he promise he would always be here for me when obviously he isn't?
Hannah.
He is busy with Hannah.
At least I can die knowing he is happy...
Her body numbed and she lay there waiting. Waiting for the cool darkness of death to overtake her body. Her eyes slowly slipped closed, a ghost of a smile gracing her face.
Booth is happy.
She slipped into a dreamless unconscious state. Blissfully she allowed herself to except her inevitable death knowing that Booth had found happiness.
As Brennan's broken body lay in the garbage, slowly dying, Booth sat across town at Sid's eating his dinner with his blonde girlfriend.
Hannah Burley was that blonde girlfriend and a journalist.
They sat oblivious to the fact Brennan needed Booth. A comfortable silence fell. Booth was thinking about Brennan.
Why did Bones call me?
Booth hadn't answered her call. He had thought it could wait. After all it was late and he didn't think she was still working. But he didn't know she ahead fallen into her old anti-social habits. But now Booth was curious.
"I'm going to step outside for a minute. Okay?" He asked his girlfriend.
"Hmm," Hannah nodded.
Stepping out of the booth, Booth walked out. He took his phone out of his pocket dialing his voicemail. Listening Booth grunted at Bren'a obviously annoyed tone.
But when he called her back she didn't answer.
"Hey Bones. Good to know you figured it out. Why were you working so late? But sicnr you didn't answer I guess you're asleep. Bye," Booth left on her voicemail.
Walking back inside Booth smiled at Hannah.
Brennan vaguely felt her cell vibrating in her pocket. She Didn't care. She didn't really care about much ever since Booth came back with that Blonde journalist.
She loved him.
He didn't love her anymore.
He loved Hannah.
An she wasn't Hannah.
So it hurt seeing him with her. But the doctor knew exactly how to not show emotions. So she didn't. Booth would normally notice. But he didn't. And if he did he didn't care. So if he didn't care Bren assumed she didn't have to either.
And it is that reason that while she lay in the street, dying, she didn't shed a tear, or try to get help. She lay there thinking about Booth.
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