So here it is, the last chapter! In the chapter i mention the Howard Epps thing, and i know i said that this is after Judas on a Pole , making it prior to Man in a Cell, but we're going to pretend that the Howard Epps thing still happened. So anyway, I'm dreaming that i might be able to get 100 reviews (yeah, i know, dreaming). Hey, this is my first ever completed story!!

Soooo here is the end. I hope you like it.

Chapter 15

Plummeting into the Great Unknown

The cool morning air blew hard against his face as Booth jogged towards the bridge. He couldn't stop thinking about how wrong things had gone. He needed to clear his mind, get perspective...pull a Bones. That definitely isn't helping.

He made his way across the high bridge, ignoring the passing cars to his right. He loved her, but now he had probably lost her. Good job genius! Booth paused as he saved himself from nearly tripping over a suitcase.

That's random, why is there a suitcase in the middle of the bridge? Booth looked around to see if maybe someone had dropped it. There was no one in front of him, so he turned and glanced behind him. And that's when he saw it. He had been too oblivious before to have noticed when he passed, but no he saw him. The man standing on the railing of the bridge, preparing himself to jump.

Booth took slow steps forward towards the man, trying not to startle him. That could end badly.

"Sir, why don't you come down from there?" Booth tested the waters. But what he got in return surprised him.

The man turned his head to face Booth. Mr. Madhoil stared at Booth with tears streaming down his eyes. The look of panic increased tenfold when Booth took a step closer. He knew that this had been the guy that had kidnapped Bones, but Mr. Madhoil didn't know who Booth was, so he decided to keep it that way.

"Sir, maybe if you came down from there we could talk?"

"Don't come any closer or I'll jump." Booth held up his hands and took a deep breath.

"I just want to help you."

All of the sudden, the other people on the bridge and in their cars came to the realization of what was going on. Booth figured someone must have called the police as he heard sirens in the background approaching the bridge.

"I don't deserve to live, I've done something terrible, I don't deserve to live," He was in his own world as he turned back to face the water that was far, far below him. "I don't deserve to live."

Booth recognized that he was about to jump and sprang to his side, just in time to catch his arm. But Mr. Madhoil didn't like this so he began to try to wiggle free from Booth's grasp.

"Let me go." He looked up with pleading eyes. "If you knew what I've done, you would rather me die too."

"Mr. Madhoil you must stop moving and let me pull you up."

His visage quickly turned from pleading to shock. "How do you know my name?"

Shit! "I know who you are, and I still am not going to let you do this to yourself."

Booth was now on the edge of the bridge himself, trying to pull the man up, but he was quickly losing his grip on the railing.

Brennan retreated from her kitchen with a warm cup of tea. She silently sat down on the couch and thought about what had happened that morning. She was pissed that she had broken down. She had never done that before, if it hadn't been Booth...

She lowered her head at the thought of Booth. She hadn't even noticed when he had left; she had been too busy crying into Boyd's arms. I've screwed everything up. Brennan mentally beat herself up again as she remembered the look on his face as she ran from him in the apartment.

She placed the mug down on the coffee table as she reached for her cell phone and contemplated calling him. Her list of pros and cons about calling Booth was interrupted after a few minutes, when the cell rang.

"Brennan." She closed her eyes and dreaded the idea of who could be on the other end.

"Tempe, it's me. I think you need to come down to the Memorial Bridge right away." Boyd's voice sounded through the phone.

"Why? What's wrong?" She didn't really feel like getting up. She much preferred the idea of sitting on her couch in self-loathing misery all day.

"It's Booth." She jumped off the couch and grabbed her keys.

"I'm on my way." She replied as she ran out the door of the apartment building and ran for her car.

Ten minutes later she was as close to the bridge as she could get. There were cars everywhere, fire trucks, police cars, and there was even a helicopter hovering above the bridge. Brennan's blood ran cold as she approached the road blocks. An ambulance had just been let through.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but you aren't permitted past this point." A police man flashed her a smile.

Too worried to be pissed at him, Brennan gazed past him and tried to she what had happened. "What exactly, is going on?"

"Well, it seems that a man tried to jump and some—"

She didn't hear the rest of what the officer said as Boyd approached from behind and called out to her.

"Tempe, come on," he turned to the officer. "She's related to one of the people involved."

He heart stopped. He couldn't have. Booth wouldn't. She ran behind Boyd and slowed down as they neared what seemed to be the 'crime scene'. She pushed her way past people, ignoring their shouts of anger, she didn't care, she just needed to prove it wrong. It can't be Booth.

She made her way to the front of the crowd. Relief flowed over her when she saw Booth hanging onto the bridge with one hand and another person with his other. She couldn't see who the other man was because he was too far down, but she couldn't have cared less. Booth was fine!

But the fear quickly came back when she realized that he was on the other side of the railing and had the possibility of falling himself.

"Tempe, there's something you should know." Boyd came up behind her and grabbed her hand. "The man that Booth is trying to save…well, it's Mr. Madhoil."

Brennan didn't know how to react. She was scared for Booth's life, and pissed at him for trying to save the guy that had kidnapped her and she was at the same time happy because it meant that they had their guy. She was confused, but the most important thing at the moment was gripping onto the railing for dear life.

She turned back and looked at Booth and tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to come. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as Booth lost his grasp on the railing and began to fall. Brennan tried to run foreword, but was held back by Boyd. Then the tears began to fall.

Booth blinked his eyes trying to keep the sweat that was dripping down from his forehead from stinging his eyes. He held on to Mr. Madhoil tighter when he realized that he had stopped fighting him. He turned his head and looked behind him towards the bridge. He knew there was nothing that they could do to help at the moment so he went back to thinking about a way out of this.

He readjusted his grip on the bridge railing and tested to see if he could pull himself up. He had managed to pull them up about an inch when is arm gave out and they jutted back down to where they had been only moments before.

His arms were tiring from holding on for so long. He figured he must have been hanging there for at least 40 minutes. He sighed, realizing that he didn't have many options.

His thoughts flashed back to Howard Epps and how he had died. This was too similar. If he lost this guy he wasn't sure if he would be able to live with himself. And now he wouldn't even have Bones there to help him through it.

He was brought back to reality as his hand began to slip and the feeling of the cool metal railing vanished underneath his fingers. As he began to fall, his sniper training began to kick in and he thought about the man his was still holding onto.

Booth grabbed the man, holding him up against his stomach; he quickly turned in the air so that his back was to the quickly approaching water.

His last thoughts before impact were of a smiling Bones.

On the bridge, Temperance managed to push herself form Boyd's grasp and ran for the railing. She gasped. Her tears increased and s smile spread across her face.

There, down on the water, was a rescue boat with net. And there inside the net was Booth. She saw the rescue team swarm around the two as the boat made it's way towards land.

Brennan turned and ran for the dock. She pushed her way through the crowd and made it to her destination only to be stopped be some more officers.

"You have to let me by, that's my partner." She pleaded with them. Luckily one of the officers recognized her from when he had let her onto the bridge minutes before. She thanked him as she ran by to the advancing boat.

Booth ignored the EMTs on the boat and looked back at the bridge. He could have sworn that he had seen Bones. He turned around when he heard the boat make contact with the dock. He brushed off the people trying to help him onto the dock and turned back to face the bridge. He heard the noise of the news reporters and saw the flashes of the cameras but he didn't notice.

He turned when he heard her call his name. She was crying as she ran towards him and threw herself at him.

"Don't you ever do that again." She mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her and held on with all the strength he had left. "God you scared me." She pulled away slightly so she could see his face.

He looked into her eyes and lightly brushed away a remaining tear. "Sorry Bones. I didn't mean to."

Two days later, Brennan walked into her office smiling. When she noticed the person sitting in her seat she crossed her arms. "You do know that this is my office right?"

Booth dropped his feet from her desk and got up from her chair. "Geez Bones, why can't you ever start off with a nice hello?"

She just glared at him, even though on the inside she was still beaming at the fact that he was still alive.

"Not even for a hero?" Booth smiled at her.

She rolled her eyes. "Just because the papers are calling you a hero and Wake Up D.C. wants to have you on the show along with every other daytime show, doesn't make you a hero."

His smiled only widened. He was glad that things seemed to have gone back to normal. True he would have been happier passionately kissing her right now, but he could wait.

She cracked and broke out into a huge smile and laughed, she was so happy that he was alive and here in her office.

Yeah, he could wait.

What did you think? Hmmm, sequal anyone?