Again I don't on the characters. I hope you enjoy the second chapter.
Duty and no Fear.
The now 65-year-old Booth began to run towards the sound. It seems to be the house, or was it the backyard. Moving as fast as he could. He arrived at the closed front door. Why was it closed? He opens the door tentatively to see fear and defiance etched in the eyes of those in front of him. They're still a man, a man he remembered; this man had once killed innocent children, had killed whole families but had pretended to be a family man. "Bones and I put them away!" he whispered. "How is he here? Booth continued to murmur.
Slowly, he began to speak to the man with the gun,
"Now, let's talk."
"You really don't want to do anything."
"You just got out of prison; this would ruin everything."
The man in front of him replied, "You ruined everything; I have no family. They have changed their names. I have no children, no wife, no home!"
"It is all your fault, Booth!
Bang bang!
Within a second, the shots, Brennan held the statue which Booth had always hated, smash the intruder's head.
But no! Booth was shot, defending his family, his home. The family had their phones out in immediate panic.
"Special Agent Christine Booth, Agent Selley Booth has been shot in his home. Come quickly, Like immediately! Like Now! "
And Hank, "911? shooting, FBI agent has been shot! He is my father!"
Brennan, "Director Smith, Booths been shot. Send help, NOW!"
Within moments, the quiet road with ablaze with lights. The local Leos, FBI and an older man with a limp from the CIA, Danny, Booth's friend from his time in the Rangers. The shooter was arrested pulled to his feet; as he did so, he spits in the direction of the sprawled Sealy Joseph Booth, who laid in a puddle of his own blood. Everything was a haze and confused except for the unexpected primal cry, a yell so pained, so passionate, so uncontrolled. It came from one Dr. Temperance Brennan. Before she collapsed in the arms of her family.
The next couple of hours went in a blur; the children were on their phones. Questions were being asked, no answers were coming. "Who was the perp?" "Why did he hate their family so much and most especially Dad?"
Christine looked like a female Sealy Booth in the hospital waiting room, and unexpected LEO walked up to her blindsided to give her a hug; he ended up on his back with her service revolver in his face.
After this run-in, she kept repeating, – – "People are going to pay!" – –
Dr. Temperance Brennan -- mother, partner and Doctor sat in the corner inconsolable.
She didn't know what to think.
He was most likely dead.
He saved them again.
How was she going to live? Were they not partners? Didn't he promise never to abandon me? Their children needed their parents! "These children need their father!"
Their mother needed to keep their lives on track, but how about her life? Her life was over! What would she do? She would resign everything, stop writing, no more lab work…
Doctor Morton came out and confirmed her worst nightmares. Booth was dead!
The following days were an ongoing nightmare, wake multiple times a night, significantly when their lives had changed forever.
4 AM: the moment she realized that she did not want to die with regrets, she would express her greatness fears, greatest fear and embrace love.
4:47 AM the moment she needed to finally accept she wasn't always right, Vincent was dead, time stopped moving, they were ready to expose the last element of her truly fragile soul to be possibly rejected. And she wasn't dismissed.
She lay on her bed, wondering if she would ever overcome this crisis. Every crisis so far, she had her knight in standard-issue shining armour with the FBI's blazoned logo on it who would help her make those difficult decisions, telling her to believe. "Use your heart! Trust in people, forgive offences, have faith." She bounded out of her bed to check on her family – – something which Booth had taught her, The value and worth of having a family, she was worthy of such a thing. She opened the first door, she looked at Christine, whose gun was lying beside her on her bedside table.
She was Surly ready to kill the next crazy who would try to hurt her family – – she was her little Booth; she wanted to keep her in the Lab. Brennan mumbled, "I didn't want her in harm's way." But she was so much like him, so much like a tiger or was it like a little flea? She closes the door and moves further down the hall to check on Parker, the writer, the little Sweets if she could have Lance Sweets back now!
Now there was Hank. "What did Booth call him? "My squint, my little nerd" looking at the books piled beside his bed, she could see he hadn't been sleeping much this week. Booth would call him "Mini Bones." Brennan whispered to him, "Mini Bones." He rolled over to see his mom and asked, "Can't sleep? Eh?" His good-natured face that shone at her a beautiful smile, and then he jumped out of bed and said, "I'll make breakfast for everyone; today is important; people need to eat." He washed his face and got to work. Hank was ruminating about his father, cooking his signature pancakes, sausages and fruit as his mother continuously reminded them. He looked to his mother, whose hard, haggard face showed she hadn't slept much since their father's death.
"Mom, Dad made me promise if anything happened to him. I was in charge of making sure you eat." He said, "Dad would say, 'you will make sure she eats and laughs. 'I will leave Christine to be my gun, to protect you all." As her boy announced that, Bones started to cry, "Oh Booth! You always thought of me; you always understood me better than anyone else! Help me now!" she stalked out of the room in the direction of her husband's study and left her son grilling over the stove.
She reached Booth's office, sat in his dark oaken desk and opened the bottom drawer; there lay an envelope marked 'In case of death of Sealy Joseph Booth." Bones open the envelope, out slide couple of handwritten pages and two DVDs, the DVDs, for sure, were copies of the message Booth made for Christine when she was a toddler; most likely, he made a second video when Hank was born. On the paper, what was now in her hands was written, "The last will and Testament of Sealy Joseph Booth. I leave everything to my partner and wife, Dr. Temperance Breenan. She is the most logical and intelligent person God could have put in my way, and she is beside the most loyal and trustworthy person I know. She will make sure; in ways, I would forget because I become distracted. Bones will do right by them. The only things that I insist on are being buried in the sacred ground beside her and that I have a Catholic funeral and burial service." After reading this, a big tear fills the space beside his signature: no over-the-top requests, no secrets, no crazy or silly items. Just very Boothy, faithful and loyal to the end. As was once said by a friend, "A paladin."
Now it is her turn. The mourning widow transformed to Dr. Temperance Breenan -- the stable and intelligent partner of the best FBI agent ever. Her grey hair only highlighted her crystal blue eyes. But what everyone could see was pure determination. She was going to show the rest of the world what she knew of her husband.