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From kissed-by-the-muse: Ok, so not to confuse you all, I am writing this and the next chapter, not the-tangoing-mango-addict (aka kali). So I'm terribly sorry if you do not like my style. It is just for plot development, but still review! 'Cause I like reviews!
Chapter 4
Cullen walked into his best agents door and walked into his office. He saw him sitting at his desk, writing furiously, his face obscured from sight behind piles upon piles of paperwork.
"Special Agent Seely Booth," he said to get Booth's attention. Booth looked up and saw his Deputy Director leaning on his desk, carrying an expression of great grief. He shifted and looked at the ground," I am afraid, I uh, have some bad news. I am sad to say that your partner, Dr Temperance Brennan passed away early this morning," Cullen said turning to leave but stopped once more," I am sorry for your loss and a great one it was," he said thinking of his daughter's death and he walked out of the room, his head still hung low.
Booth's expression was one of disbelief, hatred and overwhelming grief. His Bones, the strong-necked woman he had known and loved was dead. It hit him like a speeding train, a jolt of electricity; she was gone, forever. It was insanity and took every last drop of his own free will not to stop everything around him and brake down crying right then and there. Nothing mattered anymore. The birds high in the friendly blue sky could fall dead from it, and he wouldn't care. Nothing mattered anymore to him, it really didn't.
Except one thing; catching the bastard who caused her this pain and inevitably her murder. But the first thing he needed to do was whisper one final goodbye…
At the lab:
There was a murmur of confusion buzzing around the room as Angela, Jack and Zack were all called to an "urgent meeting" in Dr. Goodman's office. Though the good man himself wasn't present at the moment the rest of the team wondered what was so important, that they had to stop the more necessary work on the latest case.
When Dr. Goodman walked in the room, a sensation of grieving followed him, raising goose bump hairs on every one's skin. It was then they all knew it was more then urgent, it must have been something bad to get their boss down like this.
"I don't exactly know how say this, but Dr. Brennan's injury turned fatal early past morning. I am sorry," he said in his deep south African voice, pure sincerity of his mourning state clearly stated.
Angela gasped into her hands and burst into tears, turning to Hodgins and sobbing hysterically into his shoulder. He stood there in disbelief rubbing Angela's back soothingly, holding her in his arms gently, whispering kind words into her ear, blowing away a few strands of ebony hair.
"Shh, it will be ok. Don't worry," he whispered a single tear rolling down his cheek, glistening in the light.
Zack just stood there, tears freely flowing now, unashamedly. The three squints stood there, feeling the loss in their hearts; she had been a true friend, reliable, kind, helpful and knowledgeable.
Each scientist dealt with their loss in their own unique way. Zack, he dedicated all his work to follow Brennan's example. Though it was what he loved to do, he would always work with a frown, seeing as the memory of his mentor and friend pained him.
Hodgins usually the first to crack a joke, was quiet and laidback. He often just stayed in the background.
But Angela whom the loss was worst for, did only what she knew best; artistically expressing herself. She painted an eloborant painting using only black and with. When she finished she hung it in her office and the caption read:
'Watching the stars fade from the sky, the leaves falling down…the robin's last cry, the hardest part when watching loved ones die, whispering softly final goodbye…'
TBC…
Author's note: I swear there is still tons more to come so until the next chapter, ciao!
kathi
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