This chapter is out of sequence a bit, forgive me please. For my heart is broken.
Thank you if you read, review if you wish.
Hopefully, by the next chapter I will have recovered from the terrible ending of the
Hart Hanson & Kathy Reiches Bones series ender...yes for me it was the end.
All that is left now is fanfiction.
She could hardly hear the words Dr. Sayroyan was calmly tossing in her direction, over the pounding of her own heart and loud protestations that they were wrong. Words about a fire, bodies, inclusion, exclusion, mitochondrial and nuclear DNA , a jumble of scientific jargon that meant her one and only Lancelot was most probably deceased. She hadn't even been made aware anything that had happened as of late. They should have called...Lance should have called me...I should have called him.. She had come into the lab today on a lark, she had been busy with doctoral studies and other pursuits, and been out of the intern rotation for a few weeks. She just wanted to stop by ..visit ... maybe gloat a bit about how well she was progressing. Maybe run into her favorite FBI shrink. She hadn't spoken to or seen him since the day they had coffee at the diner, when she was worrying over her oral examinations and disappointing Dr. Brennen. It had been a sweet, tense, awkward and wonderful few moments. Now she was hearing that that might be how their story ends... like hell.. Daisy insisted Cam let her help. She would identify the body, and they'd see it is not Lance. ..it just can't be... But, Dr. Sayroyan was shaking her head no.
No?...No?!.. other than Dr. Brennen herself I am most likely to find the missing piece... I need to do this...my Lance needs me!.. She felt a stabbing pain in her chest and began feeling woosy.
"Daisy...Daisy you need to calm down. Breathe! As I was saying... the genetic testing process has yet to be completed.. However at this point... the evidence points to ...Lance. I'm sorry...", Camille was losing the battle to remain stoic. " I would have called you... I was.. but I wanted to be sure first. I've been so tied up ... so busy." Cams mahogany eyes searched the office fighting away tears threatening to fall. She took Daisys hand and held it as she willed herself to remain calm. Taking a slow breath she, wrapped her arm around the distraught intern and held her, not caring about mascara staining her Marc Jacobs dress. She let Daisy sob and cry enough for the both of them. Then Cam explained gently how they already had enough people working on the id and how given her present emotional state Daisy should allow them to finish their task. Reluctantly, Daisy agreed then found her way home.
Just inside the solitude of her apartment, Daisy fell apart as she fell against the door, sliding down until she was on the floor holding herself... catching the tears that refused to stop in her petite hands. She wailed out in denial. ...It just can't be... he can't be dead..Why? This..its..so wrong! ... She would eventually exhaust...sniffing... gasping halted breaths, staring blankly into the dim room, only to have some moment.. some memory of him, his warm sweet smile, his voice, the way he laughed, would overtake her mind as clear as if he was there beside her. Once more the sound of pain would fill the air, not words, but a heart rending wail of anguished loss, closely followed by a mix of incoherent babble and more crying. The floor beneath her was cold and hard, but she couldn't feel anything but an emptiness growing inside her. She could not muster the energy, nor the care, to move beyond this point. So she lay down, on that cold unforgiving tile, and wept ...silently now. Though her soft brown eyes were looking into the dark recesses of her apartment...all she saw was him...them together. Each blink caused crystalline streaks to race down her cheek onto the tile.
When the phone rang Cam was wrist deep in a newly acquired case. ..work doesn't stop... She checked the caller ID before peeling off the blue latex gloves. She felt her heart jump at the sight of Quanticos genetics lab...she wasn't expecting them to call so soon. They had said two weeks minimum it had only been six days since she sent the, tooth found with the older man and the pelvic bone of the younger man. The gloves came off with a hurried snap.
"Hello Dr. Sayroyan of the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal Lab. Hello... yes. Oh..um I see.", she closed her eyes and bowed her head, placing her hand on the edge of the table to steady herself. "Yes..yes I understand. Thank..thank you." The phone fell to her side, she continued staring at the top of her patent leather high-heels.
"Cam? Is something wrong? " Aristoo stepped into the autopsy room and put his arms around his love. Cam looked into his worried eyes.
"That was Quanticos Genetics lab... there was a match. The.. uh older man...it was Jason Andrews.", Cam
"And the other set of remains?" , Aristoo felt her draw in a deep breath.
"Inconclusive... severely degraded, yielded no usable material...Oh Aristoo! This means..." , she buried her head into his shoulder.
He held her, as he had every night since that day. He held her shaking form wishing he could ease her heart and mind. ..I could say that that was a good thing...it meant there is still a chance...but the other body is this Andrews then ... Instead he just held the woman he loved. Her tears breaking his heart.
Caroline tried unsuccessfully to relax in her first-class seat, nursing her gin and tonic, angry at herself for not being in town for the last week and a half. She glanced over at the documentary film producer she now considered a close personal friend, he was snoozing away. ..This is his fault. Dragging me away on a vacation...I haven't been away from my office this long ...ever. Now I do and all hell breaks loose.. She turned back to the window the pitch black of the night sky matched her mood. She and "Scorsese" here had been holed up on some primitive island getaway, getting away from all the modern day intrusions... like phones! ..What in the hell was I thinking... It wasn't until yesterday, on a trip to the nearest village she was able to make a call to her office. When her secretary told her about the cases, the fire...about Dr. Sweets. ...missing presumed dead... was the official FBI line according to some Agent Mettes. Who the hell is Mettes... where's Seely Booth?... They hopped the first flight back to DC. And so now she was staring into the nothing... feeling everything. Confusion, anger, sadness, loss... She didn't like getting all emotional, but she had a soft spot for her boy shrink. And the thought that he was really gone... caused cracks to form in that tough ol' heart of hers... that forced tears to fall. She felt a hand patting hers, quickly she wiped her cheek, then faced him with a stern mask..
"You don't fool me ya know...", he wore a concerned smile and gave her hand a gentle squeeze..then returned to his rest, yet still holding on. Allowing her the privacy she needed, without being alone. It would have warmed heart... if it wasn't so busy breaking.