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Thank everyone for being do patient with me. I just came on fanfic to check on stuff and the reviews got me inspired.

Chapter 3

The morbid atmosphere was enough to send anyone bananas, which was certainly not helping Hodgins situation. He was panicking due to the disappearing act Brennan had performed, nobody knew where she was and they couldn't get hold of her. Now he had Angela's constant interrogation to withstand as well as heading to his friends funeral. After the 3rd unanswered phone call Angela grew agitated.

"Angie, will you calm down. I'm sure Dr.B's fine, just taking her time getting ready."

"She promised me she'd be there, she promised"

"It's still early yet, she could still turn up."

"Dr. Brennan is rarely late, she believes in proper time management. She once gave me a lecture for coming in 5 minutes late. Now I plan my day ahead of time to make sure I arrive promptly. Plus she always answers her phone in case there's some new information on the case." Zach said matter-of-factly from the back seat of Hodgins' car.

"Zach, that's not helping."

"He's right, I've never known Brennan to be late for anything and she always answers her phone" A lone tear rolled from her eye.

"If Dr.B's not at the funeral then we'll panic, but we're not even there yet!"

"So why isn't she answering her cell?" Angela asked.

"I don't know. Dr.B will have a reasonable, rational explanation. You can ask her when we arrive."

Arlington National Cemetery

Everyone was stood around the casket staring as people took turns to speak about Booth. Tears where present in everyone's eyes as the loss became all too real. The only thing missing in this scene was the solid composure of the anthropologist, the only one that would have been able to compartmentalize the current tragedy.

Angela felt her heart grow heavy as everyone said a little something, but she was truly angry at the whole situation. Booth was dead and Brennan didn't even bother to show up at his funeral. She had tried hard to stall the funeral at first but gave in after 10 minutes had passed in utter silence.

Caroline Julian was the last up; she started talking when she was facing the solemn group before her.

"I Knew Seeley Booth, he was a good man, who managed to earn my respect & affection, as I don't really like many people. Booth had a selfless commitment to his work, first in the military and then as an FBI agent. Two weeks ago he made the ultimate sacrifice, giving his life to save his partner. And in that brave act he showed us the greatness that we are all capable of. May God's mercy and love shine down on Seeley Booth, as he takes his place beside the Lord."

After the dedicatory speeches, the Honor Guard moved into place, a drum roll erupted as they began the piece to honor their fallen comrade. "Stand by!" as the command was verbalise the men automatically raise their rifles ready to fire.

Angela watched through her tears as an unknown man approached the coffin during the guard routine. He was out of place and didn't look sad like the rest of the people at the ceremony; there was a glint of relief in his eyes. Angela reset her composure, focusing on the man, she could sense that was something's off. As she begins to contemplate, an Honor Guard pushes his way through the crowd of people and approaching the unknown man at speed, pouncing on him with force. Everyone there seemed to just freeze. They were all caught of guard by the sudden attack. The guard knocked the man to the ground and they begin to fight, rolling around on the ground of the cemetery throwing punches. That is until they knocked the casket over, making a hung 'BANG' echo through the near silent cemetery. This sudden noise causes them to stop fighting for a split second, but the guard was re-focused in time to see the unknown man going for a gun that had fallen on the floor in the fight. The guard reacts by throwing his fist making contact with jaw of the man. The man fell with a sickening thud, unconscious on impact.

Throughout the fight, Angela just stood there staring, jaw open. How can anyone be so disrespectful to fight at a funeral, she thought outrage clear on her face. That is until she looks over at the coffin and sees a mannequin where Booths body is meant to be.

When the fighting stopped the group took a moment to take in the sight of the guard. When he faced them they saw a dishevelled Booth, alive.

"Booth" everyone seemed to say in unison. Grasps could be heard all around them due to the sudden resurrection of the dead.

"Hey guys, how you doing? Booth said.

While awaiting a response, he scanned the group, mentally cataloguing them, when a sudden realisation occurred to him.

"Hey where's Bones?"

(Well that's it for now, please review it gives me inspiration. Thanks to everyone reading)