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Dear Bones,
It's been three months since you've been gone. I know you meant well, but you're only hurting me worse by staying out of my life. I've been thinking a lot about what you said to me the night you left. You said that you can't love me fifty years from now, because you don't know how. Bones, I could teach you. I could teach you how. As long as you want to love me, then I could show you how to open up your heart. Please Bones, just come back to me. I'm a wreck without you here.
Booth
Booth folded up the sheet of notebook paper and stuck it in a drawer, along with a hundred other letters that he had written her. All of them begged her to come home, and to try and work things out. He prayed that one day she would return, and he would be able to give her all of his letters, to show her that things could work out.
He had performed the same routine for the last two and a half months. He would wake up in the morning, shower, and then head over to her apartment. While he was there, he would wipe down all the surfaces, and make sure everything was in perfect condition. Then he would head to work, and sit behind his desk all day long with paperwork. After he was finished, he would swing by their favorite Thai restaurant and go back to her apartment and eat dinner. When dinner was through, he would just lay on her bed and stare at the ceiling and talk as if she were lying right next to him.
"Do you remember the time that we went undercover in Las Vegas as Tony and Roxy? You looked amazing in your dress. You look amazing in everything. Or that time we were undercover in the circus? You trusted me with those knives. You completely trusted me then. What happened? Why can't you trust me now?" Booth began to go on a rant of questions, each one remaining unanswered.
When he was done with this- and that was usually around midnight, sometimes later- he would clean up any mess that he had created, and drive back to his own apartment.
Sleeping wasn't much of an option for him anymore. All throughout the night he was plagued with nightmares of losing her. Sometimes there was just a dark hole that she fell through, and before he could reach out and save her, she would be gone. Other times he would be so close to kissing her, and then he would open his eyes and there would be nothing there but air. But the worst ones of all were of the night that they shared. He would kiss her fully on the lips, and tell her to give this a shot. And then she would reject him and kiss him on the cheek and leave. Everytime he saw her leave, his mind screamed at him to go after her, to pull her into his arms and convince her it would be okay. But everytime, he would stay stone still and watch as she walked out of his life.
He couldn't take it anymore. He didn't care if she told him not to look for her. His life wasn't going anywhere without her. Four months was too long without the person you loved. They could make it work, and he wasn't going to let her waste another second.
It started with a few phone calls, to see if she had worked any cases in the D.C. area lately. That came up negative. He tried a few cities out, some in Virginia and West Virginia. Again, the results were negative. Where was she? He didn't think it would be so easy for a world-renowned Forensic Anthropologist to disappear.
"Hi, this is Special Agent Seeley Booth with the FBI, I was calling to see if your department has been in touch with Dr. Temperance Brennan within the past four months." Booth spoke into the receiver. He was currently contacting the Raleigh-Durham Police Department in North Carolina. "Yes. Yes. No? Okay, well thank you for your time. If you happen to hear anything regarding her, please give me a call. Bye." He hung up the phone and shook his head in defeat. Raleigh. D.C. Richmond. Philadelphia. Nothing turned up. It was like she fell off the face of the planet.