She was lying in the bathtub, her eyes closed.

Next to the bathtub was a bloody knife and a letter with bloody fingerprints.

Booths world crashed all around him.

No, no, no!!!

She can't be...

The realization that she could be dead hit him hard and ruthless. It made him take action.

He quickly made his way over to the bathtub and put pressure on the ugly wounds on her wrists.

"Temperance?"

His voice was unusually high and his voice sounded soft and breakable.

When she didn't reacted he looked at Angela and said:

"Call..."

"911. I'm on it." Angela replied while reaching for the phone.

While Angela was making the phone call, he continued to put pressure on the wounds to stop them from bleeding and he started feeling for a pulse.

He sighed when he finally found it.

It was week, but it was definitely there.


Something or someone was disturbing her.

Isn't dying supposed to be the end of it?

But then why do I keep hearing voices???

And I swear I just felt someone touch my arm!

"Temperance?!?"

There it was again.

If I didn't know any better, I would have sworn that I just heared Booths voice.

But that can't be.

He died.

He left me.

He went to heaven.

Unless...

She really didn't have any more time to think about it, because his voice was growing louder and louder everytime he called her name.

Why does he sound so scared?

He doesn't have any reason to be scared, he is already dead.

He should be glad that I followed him.

At least, now he isn't alone any more.


Booth's worry and fear grew every second.

Her heartbeat was dropping quickly.

If the paramedics don't get here soon,...

He kept calling her name trying desperately to get her to wake up.

"Temperance!!!"

"Please, Tempe, wake up!!! I don't know what I'd do without you."

His voice was pleading and barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for her to hear.

"Apparently, neither did she."


While Seeley had been moving heaven and earth to save her, Angela had picked up the letter with the bloody fingerprints.

She'd read it and the tears were running down her cheeks.

"What did you say?"


Booth turned his head to react, the moment the paramedics entered the bathroom.

They immediately started to work on Brennan.


Angela stretched her arm out and whispered:

"Read."

He took the letter and started reading it.

Dear Angela, I'm sorry.

I know that I hurt you, by taking my own life.

But I can't stand to be apart from Booth.

If he can't come back, I'll leave.

I'm truely sorry, Ange.

But I can't lose him to.

I need him with me.

Bones.

A horrifying sound filled the small bathroom.

Temperance Brennan flatlined.

And Seeley Booth realized that that's exactly what had become of them.

They were to pieces of the puzzle.

Apart.


Okay! That was it people. If you enjoy a happy end better than I suggest you go read: Hell hath no fury...