*Author's Note*

A million thanks to one of my readers and someone who has been a tremendous help to me with this story, bookwormlady. I doubt I would have this chapter done today if it wasn't for her. So thanks again bookwormlady.

Also thanks to all of my readers and reviewers. Please don't be afraid to catch me on any mistakes, or give me some ideas for the story. Okay so anyways! This chapter will be...angst-y! But stay put, because the good part is coming soon:) Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

"Bye Bye, Agent Booth"

Chapter 9

Booth laid there, defenseless. Just moments ago Temperance Brennan had walked out the door and he let her. He let his Bones go without telling her. Telling her how he really felt.

He counted back to how long it had been since his last drink of water or bite of food, coming to a conclusion that it was around twenty hours. Now that Bones was gone he had no reason to stay strong. He cringed in pain when his leg would fall asleep, knowing he had to wake it up or it could stay that way. His leg wasn't getting any better. Sure Marx had wrapped it but like Bones had said, he needed real medical attention. Using all of his strength he lifted his head to get a good look at his wound. Blood and a mixture of dirt and sweat had seeped through the bandage. The skin around the gauze was an ugly green color. It was time to face it. I'm going to die. If it's not from my leg it'll be from starvation.

Booth knew he couldn't go with so many regrets. He couldn't leave the earth without Bones knowing how he felt. No matter how bad he made out his situation to be, he trusted Bones. If anyone could escape, it was her. The thought made the process of laying there defenseless easier. If he couldn't make it, than at least she could. At least the love of his life would see the light of day again. These were the thoughts that kept Booth alive.

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"Do you mind?" Brennan said as she shot a dirty look to Marx who was nearly dragging her up the steps of his house.

When Brennan had come up from the crawlspace, it took a while for her eyes to adjust to the brightness. That, among other things such as her weakness and weight loss, had made her completely disoriented and a little shaky. She had trouble by merely walking up the steps.

Instead of replying he let out a chuckle. One that disgusted Brennan.

Unlike the crawlspace, the house had a sweet smell to it. Not a good odor, it was just like nothing she had ever experienced before. Inside, dust covered about everything in sight. No furniture, no television, no tables.

Marx led Brennan down the hall and into a small room, only containing a computer, two small chairs, and a tool set. Brennan was confused when he led her there. What can I possibly do for him in this room? What could he possibly want?

Violently he threw her into the chair.

"From this moment on you will do as I say and exactly as I tell you to do it. You understand?"

She nodded as he retrieved his cell phone from his pocket. He set it on the computer desk in front of her but kept his hand over the buttons.

"You will call one of your little lab rats at the Jeffersonian. You tell them you need information about a girl named Jeanne Marx. Everything there is to know about her. If they ask why, you say it's important and you need it now." He lowered his tone of voice as he brought his face next to hers.

"Any funny business and you know what happens." He gestured downwards with his hand, which she took as Booth in the crawlspace.

Brennan took a deep breath and swallowed hard before lifting the handcuffs up, attempting to dial. She looked up at him when he still held his hand over the keypad.

"Who are you planning to call, Dr. Brennan?" He questioned.

"Angela Montenegro. She does facial reconstructions for special murder cases and has excellent computer skills. She will be able to access the information you need," she assured.

Satisfied with her answer, he slowly lifted his hand from the phone.

With a unsteady hand, Brennan began dialing Angela's number that she had memorized then leaned down to put her ear on the speaker.

"Angela Montenegro." The sound of her voice made Brennan's heart sink. Another person she would never see again.

"Hey, it's me, Brennan." She tried to keep her voice stern when Marx shot her a warning look.

"Oh my gosh, sweetie! I'm so glad you are alright! Where are-"

"Ang, I'm fine. I need you to do something for me."

"Tell me how you are, Bren. We haven't heard from you guys in forever. How's Booth?"

Brennan had to stop her. She had to get the information Marx wanted. She had to protect Booth.

"I need you to find enter this name in the database." She paused to steady her breathing. "Jeanne Marx."

"What's going on, swe-"

"Angela!" Her tone was serious. It hurt to be like this to her friend. She had done nothing wrong.

"I don't know if I'm the right person to be asking."

"Ang, please just listen to me. It's important."

Marx shot her a threatening look before moving his chair over to where the toolbox was laying.

"Jeanne Marx. Jeanne Marx..." She listened as Angela talked self consciously to herself.

"No matches for a Jeanne Marx. Sorry Bren."

"I..I've got to go, Angela. Goodbye." She hung her head as she came to reality. She didn't get what he wanted. She was going to die. She silently said her goodbyes. If she was Christian she would have been praying to god. Instead she prayed to the universe, running over the thought in her head.

Booth, I love you. I always have. She knew it was irrational to think that he could hear her, but she continued anyway. My only regrets are that I haven't told you sooner. I'm glad I have spent the last week of my life with you. She woke up from the reverie when Marx cleared his throat.

"Dr. Brennan?" He said, awaiting the answers he was looking for.

"I..I.." For once she was at a loss for words.

"You what?" He smirked with a angry tone of voice.

"Angela wasn't able to-" She was cut off by the loud noise of a hacksaw. Marx yelled to be heard over the noise.

"You see, this is what happens when you don't close a deal, Temperance."

With the most confused look on her face, she watched as he took out what she recognized to be the key he unlocked her restraints with. He slowly brought it up to the saw as in one movement he shaved off the end of the key.

A wave of anger filled her body. Without the key Booth could not be saved. He could not be unchained. He wouldn't see his son ever again.

"Bye bye, agent Booth," he hissed.

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Meanwhile Booth laid still on the cold ground. He whispered with the strength he had left.

"God, please give Temperance the strength to escape. Tell her I love her because I missed my chance. I missed it again and again. She deserves to live. God, I love her so damn much. I have so many regrets. I would do anything too go back and do it all over again...Even if it meant going through all the pain, I would do it again. I would do anything for that woman. Why couldn't I make her see that? I've tried to be the best man I could be." He let out a weak cough before continuing. " Nothing else matters now. Forget everything I've complained about in the past. Everything I've ever asked for can be erased. Just please...Help her. Help my Bones."

Brennan was the last thing on Booth's mind that day. Seeley Booth had long since lost any hope in surviving. He fell silent as he drifted in and out of consciousness.

*Author's Note*

Hey I hope you enjoyed this chapter, although it is rather short. I just wanted to get in these super great ideas given to me by a great author on Fanfiction. I can assure you, if you don't like angst, that things will turn around shortly just hang in there.

Also if anyone is willing to help, I am looking for a Beta currently just to revise any mistakes I might make in the future. As always I'd love to hear any questions you may have or thoughts or corrections. I love reviews!:D Thanks to all of my readers once again for reading and reviewing. Hope you liked this chapter. Oh and how about Angela? Did she stay in character?