A/N: I am LOVING this FF, I hope that means that you are too! =)
Booth thanked garret when he pulled into the airport, and he ran with his suitcase, as fast as the adrenaline would carry him, to the information desk to get a flight to the Maluku islands. The woman behind the desk was busy, and Booth was impatient.
"Excuse me…" he said.
"In a minute," the woman didn't even look up from the computer.
"Ma'am," he was holding back to the urge to scream at her.
"I said, in a minute," still her eyes remained focused on the computer screen.
His fist slammed down hard on the bench, making the woman jump in fright, her eyes widened as she looked up to meet his temper-filled face. He was a man of strength and muscle and to one who didn't know him well, she was frightened, never realizing that he would never physically hurt a woman, under any circumstances, but he might send Bones on them.
"Sir, I-"
Booth's face softened as he saw the fear in her eyes. He hadn't meant to scare her. He was going crazy, and he just needed to get to Bones. "I'M sorry," he said taking a step-back. "My friend is dying or… I don't know, but I can't wait. Please just tell me the quickest flight to the Maluku islands, and I'll never bother you again, I swear…" he pleaded.
The woman seemed to understand the dilemma and tapped the keyboard a few times before looking back at him. "We have a flight that leaves…" she looked at the clock behind Booth. "In four minutes."
"I need a ticket!" he stated matter-of-factly. His chest tightened. He was going to miss it. He was sure of it.
The woman saw the desperation on his face, and felt sorry for him, because she scribbled a note on a piece of paper and handed it back to him. "Give that to the woman at the gate," she explained.
He sighed with relief and had to urge to kiss her, but he was afraid that he would frighten her further. "Oh my… thank you… just… thank you," he sighed.
The woman nodded. "Go!"
Booth took off like a bat out of hell, running as fast as he could, the name of his partner lingering in his mind. She had to be okay. He managed to sort out the ticket in just enough time to be the last passenger to board the plane, and he got an aisle seat, not that it mattered at all.
The plane leveled into the air, and Booth felt himself tremble. It wouldn't take long now, to get to her. God, be okay, Bones… hold on, I'm coming, he silently whispered hoping wherever she was, she would hear him.
Booth tried to envision what she looked like as he sat looking out the window, peering over the two people next to him. But the only image he could conjure up was a bloody face, and a crooked smile that didn't resemble Bones at all. He pulled out his carry-on from under the seat, and shuffled through it before pulling out a torn photograph, the one that he had carried around with him when he was alone in his tent at night, when the ache of missing her was too much to bear. His eyes met those of the woman staring back at him from the shiny gloss paper.
His fingers grazed the photograph, touching her face as if that would somehow make the picture come to life. He was surprised and hurt when it didn't.
Her warm green eyes smiled at him as though she held a secret that only she possessed. She held herself with such grace and strength, that it made him ache for her more. He longed to hold her, to touch her face. She stared at him through the photograph in the same way she always looked at him when they shared those intimate moments of truth, when it was just the two of them in the world, alone at a bar, or at the diner, even in the company of one's apartment when their eyes met and the world changed.
He loved her, with every fiber of his being. Bones made him believe in himself, she trusted him, of that there was no doubt. But she made him feel like the world was his own whenever she was within proximity, when she made him feel that his past was nothing but a nightmare belonging to someone else, and his mistakes were already forgiven. She made him laugh, when she frowned in naivety as he spat out a pop culture reference and then tried explaining it to her. He loved the feel of her in his arms body to body. He loved her innocent, her purity in ways that many others had lost.
He was irreversibly, undeniably, whole-soul in love with her.
It was no secret that his future would be better with her as his wife, but he was willing to settle for just having her somewhere in the world, even if he never saw her, even if they weren't partners anymore, all that mattered was that she lived in the world.
The plane touched down, but it was another two hours before he managed to make it to the Dig where she was situated, and when he got there, he sensed a deep mourning, as people crowded together speaking in soft monotones.
His eyes scanned the area looking for her… that beautiful, mesmerizing face, those warm soft eyes, those cherry lips that crowded his dreams. His heart sank as he scanned each face, coming up empty.
All he could think was that she was dead.
Ohhhh, I am a nasty pie! =) But how can you not fill my inbox with sweet reviews if I don't leave you with little cliffy's and you have to admit they are SO much fun; at least they are for me! =D
