Booth looked at Dane, a murderous rage in his eyes and he rushed him. He tackled Dane around the waist, sending the gun flying out of his hands and the two tumbled to the ground. The two men fought each other hard, Booth landing in a few solid blows until Dane got on top of him and finally spoke up.
"Too . . .bad . . .about. . .your doctor . . . .friend." He panted and he swung at Booth and missed.
"She . . . was . . . pretty . . . hot." He finished, taunting Booth. He chose the wrong words to say. Angrily, Booth pushed Dane off of him, grabbed his head and slammed his head into the metal floor. No body talked about Tempe like that. Nobody. Dane went limp immediately and Booth stood up, his chest heaving. He looked down at Dane and kicked him hard in the face, causing blood to gush out Dane's nose, making sure that he stayed unconscious.
He turned towards the diving hole and walked up to the edge. He looked down at the water and fell to his knees, exhausted and upset. He started down at the place where he had seen Tempe . . . he had seen Tempe . . .He ran a trembling hand through his hair in disbelief as the tears began to roll down his face.
He had failed Tempe. He had let her die. All the other times he had managed to save her, but this time . . . he was too late. He slammed his fist down angrily on the metal platform and cursed loudly. He then stood up and turned around, looking at all the electronic stuff that had been left on a table.
He walked over to it and flipped the table over in his rage, kicking and smashing all the equipment until all that was left was a shattered mess. Exhausted and barely able to stay on his feet, Booth collapsed in the chair, sitting down and trembling from rage and sorrow.
He knew he had to tell the others. It wasn't right to not tell them. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number for the Jeffersonian. Angela picked up on the second ring.
"Hello?" She answered and Booth could just picture the pretty dark haired dark skinned woman sitting in her office working on a reconstruction of a skull and wearing a typical blue lab coat.
"Hello?" Angela asked again, a tinge of impatience in her voice. How was he supposed to tell her that her best friend was dead?
"Hey Ang, it's . . . it's Booth." He said, letting out a tired sigh.
"Oh, hey sweetie, what's up?" Angela said, sounding cheerful. Booth smiled a little. Angela always called him and Tempe sweetie all the time and he didn't really mind it all that much, but that was beside the point.
"Ang, I have something to tell you." Booth said softly.
"Did ya get him? Where's Tempe? Put her on." Angela said and Booth was at a loss for what to say.
"Booth? You there?" Angela asked, sounding puzzled.
"Yeah, yeah. Listen Ang. I have something to tell you about Bre-Tempe." Booth said quietly, not wanting to say the truth.
"What is it? You're hiding something." Angela said suspiciously.
"Ang. Tempe's . . . she's dead." He managed to choke out before the tears started to roll down his face again. There was nothing but silence on the other end of the line.
"Ang?" Booth asked, fearing that she may have hung up.
"You're sure? B-but . . . how?" Angela said her voice cracking, and he knew that she too was in tears."Dane. He-he drowned her, and Ang, I could have . . . I should have . . . " He choked out, his voice full of anguish.
"Seely . . ."Angela said softly.
"NO!" He shouted into the phone.
"No, you don't get it Angela. I-I love . . . I loved . . ." And with that he broke down completely.
"I understand Booth. I really do sweetie." Angela said softly.
"I-I gotta go Ang. I just can't take this anymore. I-I'll see you later back at the lab." Booth said and he abruptly ended the call. He looked at his cell phone in his hand and with a sudden rage; he hurled it as far as he could.
It flew a good twenty feet away and smashed into the ground. He turned back to the diving hole and to his surprise, he saw bubbles rising and then there was a huge splash. He quickly ran over to see what was happening.