Meanwhile at the Lab . . .
Angela put the phone down with a shaking hand. Tempe . . .Tempe was dead? And did Booth say what she thought he had said? He had loved her best friend? It was too cruel. She had always teased her friend about the cute FBI Agent, dropping hints that they should hook up and date, but Tempe would always come up with some explanation of why that could never happened, and now . . .Booth really loved her, but she was . . .dead. She had been drowned and killed!
Angela could just picture her best friend's head being held down in the water as she frantically kicked and struggled in vain to get air, and then suddenly . . . go limp, her eyes closing for the last time. Angela let out a sob and put a shaking hand to her mouth as tears fell down her face. She heard footsteps approach and turned around to see Zack walking in, a grin on his boyish face. His light brown hair curled around his ears, showing how young he really was.
As soon as he saw her, the grin disappeared and was replaced with a look of concern.
"What's wrong Ang?" He asked, his voice full of concern, quickly walking over to her side.
"It's Tempe. She's . . .she's . . ." She trailed off, her voice shaking. She couldn't bring herself to say it.
"Dr. Brennan's what?" Zack asked quizzically, his eyes wide and his full attention on her.
"She's dead." Angela choked out, closing her eyes briefly. Zack felt as if someone had just punched him in the gut.
"W-what? You-you're joking, right?" Angela shook her head sideways.
"I wish." She whispered, opening her eyes and looking up at Zack.
"How did she . . . who told you?" Zack stammered out, his face turning pale.
"Booth confirmed it, and she . . . she was drowned." She said softly. Zack blinked his eyes rapidly in shock and sat down in a daze.
"Wh-what are we going to do without her?" He said hoarsely, tears in his eyes.
"I don't know. I really don't know." Angela said softly.
A few minutes earlier at the docks . . .
Temperance struggled in vain to keep her head above the water, but the duct tape was making it impossible. She took a deep breath as the weight dragged her under into the cold, muddy water. She kept her eyes open but it was so muddy that she couldn't see anything. And the water was so cold . . .She struggled to get out of the duct tape on her hands, already beginning to run out of air. The duct tape suddenly gave away on her arms and she frantically tried to unbuckle the weight, but her fingers were numb and she couldn't grasp the belt.
After fighting the weight for a few seconds, her arms grew exhausted and she stopped trying and let the weight drag her down once more. Black dots danced in front of her vision as she struggled to get a breath. Her lungs felt like they were going to explode and she just let herself float downwards. A sense of calm washed over her. So this was it. After all she'd been through; she was going to drown to death. She had always pictured her death as more violent. A gun shot to the head or something, but Booth had managed to prevent that. She smiled as she thought about Booth. She had said she loved him, but did she? He could be so aggravating sometimes that she just wanted to turn around and hit him.
She blinked slowly, her eyes only half open. She was guessing that she was about thirty feet down. Thirty more feet and she'd be dead anyway. She let out a sigh and looked downwards, and then it hit her. She loved Seely Booth, his endless teasing and all. Too bad she wouldn't be able to tell Angela. She'd probably flip and tease her and . . .Tempe's eye lids fluttered one last time as she looked down again.The last thing she saw was the surprised expression of Jack Hodgins before she mercifully passed out from lack of oxygen.