This letter is the special wish from Vmf447, hope you like it.

April 19, 2009

Dear Bones,

I'm kinda furious because tonight I learned something awful about your past. You know, I've always imagined that you didn't have an easy time living with those foster families, but I was thinking more along the lines of not getting enough attention, or maybe not having the best room in the house, just a few new clothes or something like that. I didn't really want to think farther than that, even if you'd hinted sometimes about how badly the foster families had treated you.

And I remember when you told that little kid that they thought you were garbage and that you had to carry your belongings in a garbage bag.

But to finally find out that they'd abused you is just too much for me to handle. Nobody had the right to do that to you or to anybody at all, for that matter! Those rotten bastards...I hope they burn in hell!

I asked you for names, because I want to go after them, even if the case is obviously past the statute of limitations. I think they've done this kind of shit to other foster kids, too...hell, I guess it's possible that maybe they're still doing it, you know? I need to check it out!

Bones, you told me you didn't remember their names, but I don't believe you...not one bit. I know you don't want to relive that time of your life, right? You don't want to be confronted with these scumbags ever again.

I get that, okay, but you deserve closure...you deserve justice. You were held hostage and easily could've died in the trunk of that car! I don't even want to think of the terror you felt. You were just a kid, and they pulled that shit on you? Jesus...

Those people were monsters. They should be put behind bars and never allowed to go free again.

Thinking of that makes me want to punch something really, really hard.

I hope that someday you'll be open enough with me to tell me their names. Bones, I'm a cop now, okay? I can do something about it, and I will! There's no doubt about that...you can count on it.

Anyway, for the whole evening I couldn't get the picture of you being locked in that car trunk out of my head. I even couldn't really follow the conversation, okay? And you were giving me that knowing glance. You knew exactly what I was thinking about, right?

Later that night, after dinner, I took you guys home...first Sweets, then you.

I walked you to your door, because I needed to be there for you. I wanted to make it right...to take away your pain...to make you forget.

So I had to take you in my arms and hold you. There was no way the day would end without me comforting you. I wanted to do that from the minute you'd told Sweets about what happened, but I couldn't do anything as long as the kid was hanging around. He's writing a book about us, after all, and we don't need to feed him any more material.

I was grateful that you let me hold you close for such a long time. You know, I could've stayed there forever in front of your door, just holding you, letting my hands move up and down your back as I felt your head resting on my shoulder, your breath tickling my skin.

Hope you don't mind the kiss I pressed into your hair. I just couldn't help it.

I love you.

Booth

AN: So in the end we learned something that they didn't air on the show, right.

Next letter will be about a childish word game in a shrink's office. The topic will be sperm.

Have a great weekend, stay safe and healthy, wear your mask and keep your distance and wash your hands. Doge