(Season 11)
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He stared at his wedding ring and debated for several minutes whether to leave it behind or not. Booth had worn the ring since he'd married Brennan and rarely took it off. It symbolized everything that he'd ever wanted in life and to just leave it behind made him feel a little anxious. He was going into a dangerous situation and he wasn't sure he'd make it back to his wife and children, but his brother's life and the lives of so many undercover FBI Agents were on the line and he had try to save them. If he didn't make it back, if he disappeared never to be seen again, he wanted to leave behind the symbol of his love for Brennan. He needed her to have something that connected him to her.
He longed to tell Brennan what was going on, why he had to do what he had to do, but he was afraid that she would insist on coming with him and that was not going to happen. Booth was going to be dealing with a very dangerous narcotics trafficker and several men that were friends of Jared that were in a hurry to claim millions of dollars over the dead bodies of FBI Agents. His children needed their mother more than he needed her help. He would do it by himself and ask for her forgiveness afterward if there was an afterward.
After he removed his weapons from his gun case, he slipped his ring off of his finger, kissed it and placed in the gun case. I'm sorry, Bones. I love you so much, but I have to do this without you.
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When Brennan had found Booth staggering out of the apartment basement, he had been on the verge of death. He had severe internal injuries and he had lost a lot of blood. Before the surgery, the surgeon had been quite clear about Booth's chances. They had been dismal at best. He had given Booth a fifty percent chance of making it through the surgery and Brennan wasn't so sure that wasn't being too optimistic.
As she sat next to his bed, staring at his pale face, his chest rising and falling in a shallow rhythm, she wondered if she would ever see his beautiful brown eyes again. He meant the world to her and she knew that if he failed to thrive, if Booth died, she would be bereft. She would go on as she must, being the mother of two young children, but her happiness would be gone and she knew it.
Tears escaping her wet lashes, Brennan removed Booth's wedding ring from her pants pocket and held it in her hand. She knew that he loved the ring so much and to part with it must have been so hard for him to do. "I have your ring, Booth. I found it in the gun case." She wiped the tears from her cheeks and continued to stare at the band in her hand. "I don't really know why you left it behind, but it doesn't belong in the gun case."
Standing, she picked up her husband's left hand and slipped the ring back on his ring finger. Raising his hand to her lips, she kissed the ring and placed his hand back down gently on the mattress. "It's very nice ring." She choked on the last word and sat back down.
Determined to be positive about Booth's condition, she wiped the tears from her face with a tissue and smiled. "I have told you more than once that you cannot die and I absolutely meant it. You are not allowed to leave me and the children behind. It is your responsibility to recover from this surgery and to come back home . . . Of course, I do plan to have a long talk with you about going on undercover missions without my knowledge. I expect that you and I will have a very raucous conversation about it, but I plan to win that argument. If you go undercover in the future, it must be with me or Agent Aubrey or you must decline. Under no circumstances will you ever go undercover by yourself again . . . yes, I'm sure you will remind me that you were with Jared, but we both see how that turned out."
Jared was a large sore spot for Brennan. The man had used Booth for years in a rather shameless manner. Her husband had once jeopardized his career with the FBI to get Jared out of a jam with the Virginia State Police and Jared had felt no remorse about it at all.
The fact that Booth's younger brother had saved Booth's life later was but payback as far as Brennan was concerned. He had owed his brother some loyalty and saving his life was the least he could do. Afterward when Jared had lost his commission and was given a dishonorable discharge, Booth had tried to help him, but Jared had floundered around. He had been unable to find something that he could believe in and in the end, he had attached himself to men who thought it was alright to sell the names of undercover FBI Agents to a very dangerous man. Jared had had enough decency left in him to realize what he had done and he had approached his brother one more time to help him out of a mess. He had not survived and Booth had barely survived and that was Jared and Booth in a nutshell.
"I'm sorry that Jared died, Booth." Brennan moved her chair closer and placed her hand over his hand. "He was always a failure and he was unable to change. He lacked your spirit, your drive to make something better of himself. He was an alcoholic and he didn't have the strength to stop unlike you. You know you have a gambling problem and besides the one slip last year, you have managed to not gamble for over eleven years. You have worked hard at your job and you have created a family that loves you very much. Jared couldn't do what you did and now he's dead."
She ached for her man. He tried too hard to do the right thing and sometimes he failed. He was human as they all were, but he always took his failures to heart and learned from them. Jared was dead and Brennan was certain that Booth would blame himself and he shouldn't. His brother had made mistake after mistake and his last one had been the end of him. "A life wasted. He could have done so much if he had just given up drinking alcohol and tried to live without it. It would have been a hard thing to do, but he didn't even want to try."
Brennan knew she would never forgive her brother-in-law for what he had done to Booth. Yes, saving Booth's life and been a good deed, but in the end, he had imperiled Booth's life and that was unforgiveable.
A moan drew her attention towards her husband. As she carefully watched him, he moved his hand over his stomach and groaned once more. His eyes flickered open and he stared at the ceiling. Booth's throat dry and rusty, he croaked out her name. "Bones?"
"I'm here Booth." Brennan stood up and smiled at her husband. "I'm right here."
His eyes were roving over her face and body, trying to accept the fact that he was out of the basement and that his wife was standing next to him. "Bones."
"Yes, Booth." Brennan gently moved his hand from over his stomach and placed it by his side. "Your surgery was a success and you're going to be fine." He had to be fine that was all there was too it. "I love you Booth."
His voice still rough, Booth smiled weakly and tried to grasp her hand. "I love you, Bones. I . . ." He cleared his throat and tried again. "I promised you I wouldn't die."
"And you keep your promises, Booth." Brennan held his hand and smiled. "You keep your promises to me."
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