I'm such a wimp, I just can't stand for anyone to be in suspense! lol! So here you go, but this will be the last chapter for today! The last, I tell you! No more!
Brennan was in a panic, throwing things around on her desk. Keys, where are my keys?! She couldn't focus, couldn't think. She had to go. She had to find Booth. He would straighten this mess out. Never mind that they found the body at his apartment. It wasn't him. It just couldn't be. She would go there, and he would be there, and he would hold her and tell her everything would be okay. She wouldn't even mind this time that he held her, and that she needed him, his comfort, his strength.
Angela paused outside the doorway, watching her friend. She didn't know what to say. "Brennan, God, I'm so sorry!" She tried to comfort her.
"Angela, it's not him, it's not Booth! It's all a big mistake!"
"Sweetie..."
"No, Angela! He wouldn't leave me! He promised that he would always be there, that I would never be alone!" She was getting hysterical. She had to calm down, had to think. She grabbed her keys, and ran out the door.
Angela tried to go after her. She shouldn't be alone, she shouldn't be driving. By the time she got outside, she was just in time to see Brennan drive off.
Hodgins came and stood by her. He took her hand. "Oh, God, Jack! She's in denial! She's not acting rationally. We have to go after her!"
"Where's she going?"
"She's going there, to his apartment, to the scene. She's going to look for Booth."
BBB
So many things were going through Brennan's mind as she drove. The first time she met him. Their first case together. The last. Kenton. Epps. Things were running together in her mind. The Grave Digger. God, she had to think! She had faith in him then, that he would find her, that he wouldn't give up. Hodgins had been right about that. And he had faith in her. She had to keep that faith alive.
'Please, please, please...' The word kept repeating in her mind. She refused to let the tears fall. If she did, she wouldn't find him, he wouldn't be okay. It would mean that she didn't believe that he was okay. She knew that wasn't rational, she knew it, but she couldn't help it.
She looked out the window at his apartment building. She didn't know how long she had been sitting here. She didn't even remember getting here.
She got out and walked up the stairs slowly. Now that she was here, she was afraid. She walked to the door of the apartment, and stopped. There were still people working the scene. The room still smelled of smoke, and... No, she wasn't going to think about that. "Booth?"
One of the agents looked up and saw her. He knew her from all the times she had come to the office with Agent Booth. "Dr. Brennan? You shouldn't be here."
"Booth?" He had to be here. He had to be. She shook off the hand that tried to hold her back, and walked farther into the apartment. Everything was black and covered in soot. She walked to the bedroom. This room seemed untouched by the flames, but still smelled of smoke. She saw a picture by the bed. Booth and Parker together. Another one of just Parker. Then she saw it. The picture of the three of them together. They had taken Parker to the zoo. Somehow Booth had talked her into it, but she ended up having a lot of fun. "Booth" she whispered.
Angela came into the room. "Sweetie, please. You need to get out of here."
Brennan kept staring at that picture. Please, please! That cannot be the last memory, she had to make more memories, she had to be with him, to tell him, those words she could never bring herself to say. She had to have one more chance. "Booth" she whispered one more time. Blackness overcame her, and she let herself go.
BBB
"Bones. Bones, wake up."
"Booth?" She wasn't sure where she was. She looked up and saw him, staring down at her.
"Bones, you need to have faith." What was he talking about? She didn't believe in God.
"I know you don't." Did she say that out loud? "But he believes in you, and I believe in you, and you need to wake up. Don't give up, Bones. Don't give up on me."
"Booth?" She opened her eyes.
Angela sat beside her, holding her hand. "Don't worry sweetie, everything is going to be okay."
"Angela, where's Booth?"
"Sweetie..."
"He was just here, he was right here with me."
"Brennan, you were unconcious. Jack caught you before you fell. I've been with you the whole time."
"But..." It must have been a dream. She had to go home. She stood up slowly.
"Why don't you come over to my place for a while?"
"No, Ang, I have to go home. I just want to be alone right now."
"You shouldn't be alone. I... I don't know what to say."
"Angela, it's not Booth. I told you. I know you don't believe me, you think I'm denying it, but I'm not. I know he's not dead. I would feel it. He would never leave me. He promised."
"But..."
"I'll be okay. I just have to go home, I just have to be alone for awhile."
"Okay. I'll come by later. We should..." She paused. "We should have the dental records soon."
"No. I won't trust them. I need you to do a facial reconstruction. Then we'll know..."
Angela looked at her. "Okay. I'll call you later." She hugged her, and watched her walk out the door.
BBB
Brennan didn't remember the drive home, or climbing up the stairs to her apartment. Her cell phone kept ringing. It was Angela. She didn't want to talk to her right now. She didn't want to know what she had found out. She was afraid. As long as didn't hear the words, she could have faith. Booth needed her to have faith.
She unlocked the door, and walked inside. The envelope was lying in the middle of the floor, her name neatly printed on the outside. She picked it up, and walked to the couch. She opened it with trembling fingers. She pulled out a picture. A picture of Booth, beaten, bound. There was a note with it. 'Let's see if you are as good as you think you are, Dr. Brennan. You have 48 hours.'
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Booth tried to open his eyes. His mind was fuzzy, and his body ached all over. Where was he? He tried to move. His hands and feet were bound. He couldn't remember anything. "Bones!" His eyes moved slowly around the room. He was alone. Where was she? He hoped nothing had happened to her. He struggled to remember what had happened. He hadn't seen her that night, had he? He was so worried, he didn't hear the footsteps. "Bones!" he said again.
"Don't worry, Agent Booth. If your partner is as good as she thinks she is, you should be out of here soon." Booth couldn't turn his head, but he felt the needle stick in his arm. "Who are you? What have you done with Dr. Brennan?!"
"I told you, Agent Booth. She's fine. You just better hope she can find you in time."
Booth felt the drugs start to claim him. "Temeperance" he whispered, before the blackness took him.
See, everything's okay, Booth's not dead, he's fine, just fine, peachy, in fact...okay, well he might be a wee bit hurt, but I didn't kill him!