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A man in white robes ran across the room, seemingly in a hurry. The woman whom he was running to glanced up worriedly.

"Erik, is everything alright?"

Erik shook his head and handed her a letter. "Give this to him, okay?"

"What's going on?"

He sighed, "It's huge Bethany. Wormwood has done it again."

"Oh no!" she gasped. "Who is it this time?"

"It's Temperance."

"Oh my. I haven't seen her in over 30 years and he wants to kill her? I hope he burns in hell."

"Or hope that He comes up with a good idea to stop him from becoming safe."

"He'll come up with a good idea. He always does."

"Glad you think so," a voice boomed throughout the room. Another man had appeared from the door behind Bethany. "I'm aware of the events on Earth. I need you two to help finish up with the preparations. It seems Judgment day will have to come sooner than expected."

Bethany and Erik nodded, knowing exactly what they had to do.

The phone rang and Booth, hoping it was Brennan, answered. However, he was wrong.

"Sir, Wormwood has your friend. There's a dirt road that connects to Indian route 23 that you can find by looking for two dead maple trees on either side of the road. You must save her before he kills her if we are not able to stop him ourselves."

The line went dead before Booth could even ask who the guy was. After a moment of shock, he rushed to his car and looked for the trees the stranger had mentioned with only one thought in mind. He had to save his partner.

Wormwood had finished with the hole and was wiping his brow after the hard work. Temperance was still unconscious in the car, though he knew that she would wake up soon if he didn't bury her now. He tossed his shovel aside and went to the car and started dragging her to the hole. He set her down next to it and looked around as he had gotten the feeling he was being watched. He saw nothing and bent down to grab Brennan's hands again, however when he got back up, there was two people in front of him that he immediately recognized as Erik and Bethany, two powerful angels from Heaven. However a third appeared in front of the two of them that struck fear into Wormwood's mind. The archangel, Michael.

Booth then arrived and he saw the three people standing in front of Wormwood, who was still gripping Brennan's hands. He watched in shock as he realized that the three people were angels. Erik and Bethany grabbed the other's hands and threw their free hands in the air. Out of the 22 graves and Temperance's body, rose the 23 angels. Wormwood watched in horror as the angels circled around him. Temperance walked towards Bethany and Erik to stand beside them. Together, all 25 angels gripped hands, light flowing freely from them.

"You have a chance to repent for your sins, Wormwood. It's your choice," Michael said calmly as the angel's light surrounded them.

Wormwood, on the other hand, shook fearfully, but his eyes turned fiery red and he growled, "Lucifer will live forever! I have sworn to stay by his side, and I will continue to do so."

Michael bowed his head, "So be it."

The light grew hot, hotter than the weather in the middle of southern Arizona, but yet, it did not burn Booth. However, Wormwood certainly felt the heat. His robes burned and underneath the flames the numbers 666 and 23 were written all over his body, marking him with the Mark of the Beast. He screamed in agony as he burst into flames and then there was no more. Some of his ashes flew off with the wind, and the rest of them became one with the earth.

All but one of the angels took off to then find the rest of the fallen angels and the people wearing the Mark of the Beast. Temperance stayed behind and entered back into her body. Booth, who finally was able to move again, rushed over next to her and was relieved to see she was breathing. Slowly her eyes opened and both of smiled, and Booth pulled her into a tight hug.

"Booth, right now, I'm fine, but I won't be if you keep hugging me like that."

He pulled back and gave her a small smile, "I'm just glad you're okay. I though I was going to lose you."

She kissed him softly on the cheek much to his shock. "I'm still here. Don't you worry."

He thought for a minute and asked, "How does someone who doesn't believe in religion turn out to be an angel?"

Brennan burst into laughs and Booth soon followed.

"To tell the truth," she said in between laughs, "I have absolutely no clue. All I do know is that I have been one for hundreds of years."

"Wow," Booth sat back in the dirt. "Are you sure this isn't a dream?"

"Of course it isn't. What makes you think it is?"

"The fact that my best friend and partner is an angel, I found out that religion really is real and not something that a bunch of people just believe in without really knowing."

"It's a lot to deal with in just an hour, huh?"

"You have no idea."

They moved to lean on each other in exhaustion. Then Brennan reminded Booth, "Remember, this is only the beginning."

He growled and then leaned his head back against his partner's shoulder. This was going to be one extremely long day.