A/N: I didn't forget the story! School has been ruining my life and Fanfiction wouldn't let me upload documents. Enjoy!
Brennan glided silently into her office chair, a hot, steaming cup of coffee posed in her frail hands. She had discovered the secret to a goodnight's sleep: cry your broken heart out. Cry until there's nothing left to grieve but pure, dismal emptiness.
The pale white envelope rested on her desk, glaring at her in a convicting manner—mocking her weak, powerless position. She hated it. Tearing open the FBI seal, Brennan unfolded the crisp sheet of paper and read the short line that had been typed with great menace, a stamp of approval hiding innocently in the corner. All my questions will be answered.
Special Agent Booth sent on mission. Location and length of absence unknown.
President of the United States
White House
Thomas Howell
Brennan crumpled the offending letter and chucked it into her trashcan. "Are you serious! This is what the FBI, the Government . . . the President believes are answers!" Rolling back in her chair, Brennan stomped over to her couch and parked herself on the soft cushions. Fury with the world danced like wildfire in her red, puffy eyes as she picked up her latest book, Bones in the Dust. Anything to get my mind away from the pain of knowing he's gone. Opening to her favorite chapter—one she would never admit to in real life—Brennan found herself staring at a picture of Booth with his unruly hair and charm smile gleaming comically at her. She gently touched the picture and flipped it over, cheeks burning with embarrassment at Booth's scribbled note:
Ha, caught you fair and square Bones! You could have just told me you wanted to get it on in the back of my car! Haha!
His distant laughter filled the room around her and she joined in his mirth. "All right Booth, you caught me." Setting the picture in front of her, Brennan picked up the letter that had been hiding behind it and opened it affectionately.
Bones,
You know, in the beginning, that nickname was just my way of getting on your nerves, showing you whose boss. (I learned who that was pretty quickly I might add). Never in a million years did I expect to get so emotionally or physically attached to the damn thing. It's the one word that's with me constantly, parading around in my head like it owns the place. Believe me, it does and it's there to stay.
Writing this down is a lot harder than I had anticipated. I imagined I'd be able to put pen to paper and everything I wanted to tell you would magically flow together, but, I'm not as . . . colorful . . . as you Bones. I decided that if I didn't get to tell you in person than I'm going to tell you in words because I can't leave without letting you know what's brewing inside of me.
I've fallen in love with you Bones. I'm really not sure when or how it happened, but it's there and now I'm sitting here, wishing to God that I had built-up the courage to tell you. That you might've have been feeling something too. That we might have had a chance at something more, but life is one screwed up clock and has a way of ruining the future. I don't know why I was thrown this dead-end fate, but whatever the reason; I guess I should thank it for opening my eyes and letting me discover what really matters.
Doctor Temperance Brennan, My Forensic Anthropologist; the first woman who understood me completely. I swear, you have to have some kind of magical powers Bones because you called me on my bullshit, comforted me when I needed the extra touch, and encouraged me to leave my past in the past. Change was never one of my strong suits, but having you at my side, that enthralling smile, the way your laugh made my heart quicken; the constant bickering that drove me over the edge, but could never seem to get enough of. Every. Single. Thing. About. You. Made me feel like the luckiest man in the world; to wake up every morning and have this enchanting woman in my life forever. I've never had the chance to experience real love— profound, intimate, your-my-soul mate kind of love— but if this is what it feels like than my prayers have been answered twofold with the most intoxicating feeling alive.
I was dead before—cold and alone. A second chance at igniting the spark was given to me and a trivial 'thank you' will never be enough for putting me back on the right path. My sacrifice will save millions of lives—more than enough to even that cosmic balance sheet of mine, but I do have one last favor to ask you. Live life to its fullest Bones—for the both of us. Make every moment count; every ounce of happiness that's thrown your way. Find someone who will show you every exciting, fulfilling adventure that life has to offer because you deserve it all.
We both know goodbye doesn't have to mean forever Bones, so if you ever decide to change your mind about heaven, I'll be saving you a seat when the time comes.
Love, Booth
Floating delicately, as if caught on the intertwined whispers of two souls lost in the throws of chaotic severance, the letter drifted out of her fingers and settled lightly over the blissful photo. Eyes closed against the onslaught of emotions, Brennan leaned back against the couch and prepared herself for another perfect night of sleep.