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"Booth." She heard him answer.

The voice inside of Joy's head screamed at her to hang up.

She obliged. The phone snapped shut as she flipped it back down to it's original position. She tossed the phone across the room and walked into the bathroom to her medicine cabinet.

"Where are they...?" She muttered to herself as she began tossing bottles of aspirin and allergy medication behind her shoulder. "Aha." She exclaimed as she found the little blue bottle she was looking for. She opened up the container and spilled eleven tiny blue sleeping pills into her hand. She fumbled around for a glass of water and popped all eleven pills into her mouth. She swallowed them easily with one large gulp of water.

If she didn't have the guts to talk to him in real life, maybe she could do it in her dreams.


"Booth." He answered dully. There was no reply. He listened for a second, and still heard nothing. Before he opened his mouth again, the line went dead.

Booth stared at the phone for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and setting it back down on his desk. A moment later, it began ringing again.

"Booth!" He exclaimed. He could hear a small gasp come from the other end of the line.

"Uh, yes, hi. Special Agent Seeley Booth?" A female voice spoke softly.

"Yes, what can I help you with today?" He asked.

"Well, um, you've been recently making phone calls about Dr. Temperance Brennan?" She asked.

Booth felt his heartbeat begin to quicken; his adrenal glands were starting to kick in.

"Yes? Do you know something?" He asked hopefully.

"You see, I'm not really supposed to say anyth-" She was cut off.

"Please. If you or any of your people have been in contact with her, please tell me." He begged.

"Look, I can't tell you where she's at. But I think you should know that she's doing okay." The woman told Booth.

"Why can't you tell me where she's at?" He asked.

"Agent Booth, she is in a lot of emotional pain right now. But she has a decent job, and she lives in a good neighborhood. For the most part, she's doing pretty good. But whenever we speak, I can tell that she hurts. I can see the look in her eyes and I know that something is missing from her life. And I know that something is you. But I made a promise to her to not say anything to anybody. She just needs some time, Agent Booth. She'll come around eventually." The woman explained.

The line was quiet for a few seconds before Booth replied. "Who is this?"

Then the line was once again dead.


"Joy!" Sam yelled as she knocked loudly on her neighbor's door. It was two in the afternoon, and she wanted to go see a movie with her.

No one arrived at the door after a few minutes.

"Joy? Sweetie, can I come in?" Sam asked as she tried the door knob. It was unsurprisingly locked. Sam reached beside of Joy's door for the fake rock resting on her window. "I swear, these things couldn't fool a raccoon..." Sam muttered as she popped the key out from underneath the cheap piece of plastic.

Sam inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. She stepped into Joy's apartment and closed the door.

"Joy? Sweetie, it's Sam." She called out as she walked into the kitchen. An empty wine bottle was laying in the middle of the kitchen floor. Dishes were strewn out across the counters, and the faucet was on. As Sam continued into the living room, Joy's cell phone was laying in the middle of the floor. "Joy?" She called out, this time a worried tone evident in her voice. Pillows were thrown everywhere, and tissues riddled the ground in front of her.

Sam saw a light coming from Joy's bathroom. She felt a sense of relief as she started to walk towards it. "I swear sweetie, you take some of the longest shower-- Oh god." Sam whispered as she stood in the frame of the bathroom door.

Joy was lying in the middle of the bathroom floor, with a half empty bottle of sleeping pills still resting in her left hand. Her skin was unnaturally pale, and her blonde curls were matted to her head in a bath of sweat. Sam rushed to her crumpled form and immediately pressed two fingers to her wrist.

Thump.................

.............Thump....

"Joy, honey, can you hear me? Joy!" Sam called out as she gently smoothed Joy's hair out of her face. She barely had a pulse. She needed to get to a hospital. Now.

Sam ran into the living room and grabbed Joy's cell phone. She frantically dialed 911 and ran back to the bathroom.

"Hello? I need an ambulance at 425 Sandover Road. I walked in and found my friend lying unconscious on her bathroom floor." Sam hesitated. "I think she tried to commit suicide."