A/N: Oh, I am SO honored to have all of you guys as readers, you are incredibly awesome… I feel the need to give you this, and hope that you don't want to kill me when you finish it. I will eventually give you a happy ending. I promise. =D

"Sir," a voice called him from the darkness in his mind, bringing him back to the reality of Bones' absence in Maluku. He didn't want to leave here. As he realized this was the last place she was, he treasured it, like fine china, like a diamond ring, like her photo…

"Sir…" the voice called again.

Booth snapped his head around to find a man standing behind him, a frown lingering on his lips. He couldn't bring himself to say a word. What did it matter if he ever spoke again, it wouldn't be to Bones.

"Sir, can I help you?"

Booth blinked.

He felt numb. He couldn't bring himself to speak.

"Are you looking for someone?" the man asked.

"Bones…" he whispered.

"Well, Sir, this is the place to find them."

"Bones… She… Bones…." he wasn't making any sense, he couldn't even understand himself what he wanted to say.

"Agent Booth!" a familiar voice called out.

Booth snapped his head around to find Daisy's mouth gapped open with genuine surprise.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded. "I told you Dr. Brennan was back in D.C!"

Booth frowned. D.C. They had already taken her body back home, in such a short time, how was that even possible? He shook his head. "Why would they take her body…?"

"Agent Booth," she approached him. "Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

His partner was dead. Did Daisy expect to see his cheeks flushed with happiness? All Booth could manage was a shake of the head.

"Agent Booth, do you want me to call someone to get you," Daisy asked. "Maybe they can take you to D.C to see Dr. Brennan, I'm sure she would want to see you," she said.

The wrinkles in Booth's forehead deepened. "How is… Daisy, I-…" he cleared his throat. "Where is Bones?"

"I told you on the phone, she was taken to D.C hospital… she's in ICU."

Intensive care Unit… she's not dead. "Is she… she's alive?"

"Yes, I think so," Daisy nodded. "She was airlifted to D.C. Dr. Brennan was much for comfortable there, and with money being no issue, they accepted her request. I assumed you would return to D.C, not here."

The relief that Booth felt hit an ultimate high, and his feet gave out underneath him, as he crumbled to the dirt. "She's not dead," he mumbled.

Daisy kneeled down beside the FBI agent. "Booth-"

"The line was shoty," he stated. "The static… I couldn't hear you. I thought you said she was dead."

Daisy seemed to laugh. "Wow… no, she's not dead. At least not-"

Booth didn't want to hear that. She was alive for now, and he would make sure she stayed that way. He scrambled to his feet and organized a ride back to the nearest airport. He was going home… to his Bones.

… … … … …

He ran through the double doors of the hospital, following the signs to the ICU. His heart heavy, like something was weighing him down. He needed to see her. He needed proof that she was alive. Whatever happened after that… well, he would cross that bridge when he came to it.

He came to the entrance door.

"May I help you, Sir?" a nurse in green scrubs asked.

"Bon… Dr. Brennan- Temperance… I'm looking for Temperance Brennan!" he babbled.

The nurse frowned as she tried to recall the name. "Ah, yes, she was brought in yesterday… she isn't allowed visitors," she explained. "She's still in critical condition."

"What happened to her?" he asked realizing that he had been so scared he had forgotten to ask how she was hurt.

"No one told you," she frowned.

Booth shook his head.

"She was found in a pothole, her ankle had been caught and her head hit the ground quite forcefully."

"And how is s-… I mean, is she gonna be okay?" he held his breath in anticipation.

The nurse hesitated. "We honestly don't know. The next couple of days are crucial. I won't lie to you…if she wakes up, there's a possibility that she may have brain damage, and if doesn't wake up in the 72 hours, she may never. But, Sir, that's not to say that she won't recover at all, and she may ever wake up and be the same woman you knew her as, or she won't. Some have come out of coma long after we think they will."

"Is that common?"

"No," she answered flatly.

Booth felt the air leave his lungs, as he steadied himself against the wall.

Yes… I am OH SO EVIL! =) I have to admit I love every minute of it, do you think I could play a crazy serial killer on Criminal Minds…*ponders this* maybe.

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