For the rest of that day and night she and Booth were secured into an F.B.I. safe house. They barely spoke. The silence was only broken when Brennan mentioned just how unnecessary she thought it all was, and after a while she didn't even mentioning that. Both knew that in a few days their lives were going to be completely altered; but both knew that they had to do this if they were to live.
The next morning Cullen rang and told them to put on the news. They did and were immediately greeted by a blonde newsreader.
"The two victims of yesterday's horrific car crash just outside Washington road have been identified as the world renowned forensic anthropologist and best selling author Dr Temperance Brennan and her partner Special Agent Seeley Booth of the F.B.I. The crash happened at around mid-day yesterday. It's thought that they were on their way to the J Edgar Hoover building when the accident occurred. Earlier that day Dr Brennan encountered an intruder in her home. But the two incidents are believed to be unrelated. Their relatives and close friends have all been informed." It cut to a picture of them both that Brennan recognised as one that Angela had taken at the Jeffersonian Christmas party just a few months ago. Then it showed some footage of the crash site. Booth gasped as he recognised his S.U.V. in the ditch. "The car they were travelling in skidded on a wet patch on the road. It is said that both died instantly. The Deputy Director of the F.B.I. has giving a statem…" Booth switched off the television.
"So that's it we're dead." She said not taking her eyes off the blank screen.
"We're dead." He repeated as he looked at her.