"Why would you think I had anything to do with Heather or Brennan? I'm still a minor and I haven't even graduated high school yet. Do you treat all minors like this?" Melanie shouted at Booth who was looking through her desk drawers with extreme impatience.

Booth took a few seconds to look at the suspect. "Like I said Ms. Park. I have to do this to all the employees. It was Dr. Brennan's orders that I interrogate each one of you. If you'd rather just tell me who might have hurt her than I'll stop."

"I told you I don't know anything."

Booth scoffed and continued to look for anything in Melanie's desk. "You know Melanie, if you were innocent you'd be willing to have me search through your possessions."

"I am innocent. I just don't like it when people think I did something that I didn't. Plus, I've always hated cops. They think they can do whatever they want just because they have a badge." She replied seething.

Booth chuckled, "You know that doesn't really justify anything." Booth opened the next drawer and gaped in awe.

There upon a few scattered files of recent murder victims laid a pint full of gold. Booth picked it up with his thumb resting on the bottom and his middle finger supporting the top. "What's this?"

"Gold sir. It was a gift from my grandfather before he died. He told me never to sell it because it came from our family line. So I never did. Is that wrong?"

Booth's face contorted into pure hatred, "Did you know that if you insert gold into a human body that it is fatal and could very well kill them?"

"Are you saying that I poisoned her? I didn't do anything to Dr. Brennan!"

Booth seethed, "Prove it!"

"I can and I will. Don't you have Derek Hawkins in for questioning? Why don't you ask him what's going on? Cause' I have nothing to do with any of this! I don't kill people for pleasure sir. I'm just a teenager who lost her best friend. Cut me a little slack."

Booth pointed threateningly at the minor, filled with rage "You listen to me kid. If the doctors find that it was gold that is poisoning my partner…you're going to go to a place a lot worse than Juvi."

"Is that supposed to scare me?" She said fearlessly. Her brow lifted up and her arms crossed as if she was standing her ground.

Booth nodded, "You're damn right it is." Booth glared at the teenager before thundering his way out of the office and right into Zach.

"Booth, what's wrong? You look upset…is Brennan okay?"

Booth shook his head. "No. I think she has gold poisoning. It might be anyway. I need you to figure out the exact way Heather was murdered while I go check with the doctors to see if they think it was gold that is hurting Bones."

"Um…sure. We think that she was killed with a weapon but I guess we could check to see if it was poisoning." Zach said with mild confidence.

Booth nodded. "Thanks." He smiled at Zach and then took off towards the Jeffersonian doors.

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"As far as I know it could be any poison but we'd have to run some tests to see if it is gold. It might take more than 2 days and if it is gold poisoning, she might not have that long."

Booth angrily paced, "Well you have to do something! She's my partner for God's sake! You have to do something! Okay? Maybe there's another way of finding out for sure."

The doctor shook his head. "I don't know of any. I haven't dealt with this kind of thing before."

"Well haven't you read about it?"

"Yes but…"

Booth snagged the doc's collar and forcefully brought him to his height, "Now you listen to me. You will do everything in your power to help my partner cause' if she dies…I'm gonna sue your ass!"

The doctor gulped and nodded shakily. "Of course sir. I'll get right on it."

Booth let go of his grip and stared down his victim, "Yeah, that's what I thought."

The door opened with forced strength and a blonde nurse rushed into the room. "Doctor you have to come quick. Her lungs are collapsing."

Booth rushed after the doctor into Dr. Brennan's room where it looked like her lungs were trying to escape from her body. Her back was arched in a forced way and her mouth gaped open barely letting anything escape it whatsoever. Booth let a tear pass by his cheek as the doctors rushed to save her. All he could do was watch her slowly die without any interference.

"I need the sharp pairing knife now!" The doctor shouted.

"Here it is doctor." The nurse replied.

Booth watched in agony as they stuck his partner with the knife. He watched the blood trickle down and immediately began to weep. He could hardly watch the whole scene but he struggled to stand on his own two feet.

"Alcohol?"

"Here doctor."

Booth could feel his heart racing as they continued to work on the struggling Brennan. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose her.

Then, as if it was a miracle from God, her breathing cleared up and the whole scene began to pacify. "Put her on more morphine for the pain. I think I know what's killing her." The doctor ordered the nurse before exiting the room.

Booth sighed with relief as he approached his partner who was relishing in the ability to breath again. "Oh my god Bones, I was so worried. I didn't know if I could handle it just watching it happen to you and then like a miracle they saved you."

With slow, satisfying breaths, Brennan eyed Booth in a way that she hadn't ever before. "Booth, if I die…and you're not able to save me in time, I want you to know something."

"You're not going to die. We already have a lead as to what's happening to you."

Brennan nodded, "I'm sure you do Booth but, I'm getting weaker and unable to hold on. If I can't, then I just want you to know…how I really feel." Brennan struggled to pick up her finger and motion Booth to come closer. Booth obeyed. Brennan lifted up her body and softly caressed her lips with his, then lay back down weakly on her hospital bed. "I love you Booth." She said while a tear passed her cheek. "I didn't think I'd be able to feel like that ever…even with Sully. I just wanted you to know that before I die."

Booth couldn't stop the waterworks as he shook his head in denial. "No we are going to save you. You don't need to think that way."

"I never stopped having faith in you Booth. Even if it's not what I believe in…I know that what you're doing…you're doing for me and if it doesn't work, I know it won't be your fault. It'll be the bastard that did this to me."

Booth shook his head, "You're not going to die. Not like this. I already know who did this to you. Melanie poisoned you with gold, or at least that's what the signs are pointing to. I will find a way to make her pay, and then the doctors will make you better."

"How can you know for sure Booth?" She took a hoarse breath before continuing, "I am so weak right now and even if they do get the gold out of my body, I don't know if it'll be easy for me to get better."

"It will. Okay? You have to have at least a little faith in the doctors. They'll figure it out." Booth nodded.

Brennan sighed, "Maybe, but there's every chance that it might not work. I didn't want to die without letting you know how I feel about you."

Booth nodded and took her hand in his. He felt the shakiness that was coursing throughout her veins and he began to worry. Would they be able to fix her in time or would he be doomed to watch the one person in the entire world he cares most about lose her life? He couldn't let that happen. Not while he was around. He would make the doctors fix her up soon, even if it meant getting himself in trouble. "As long as you are here you're safe. I'll fix this, I promise. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will stop me from curing you. I love you with all my heart." They shared a bitter sweet moment, both exchanging tears of hope as Booth desperately wished for a miracle.