By the way for those of you who don't know. In It's A Wonderful Life, the main character, George, tries to kill himself by jumping off a bridge but instead sees a man in the water drowning. He saves the man who happens to be an angel, who is in fact there to save George. Together the two travel through town and discover that the world is different because it is now without him. And through this he discovers all the good things he's accomplished.

Anyway here's chapter two.

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"What is this place?" He asked the woman beside him.

She smiled sadly as she regarded what was before them. "A world without you sweetie."

Together they stood in the huge foyer of the Hoover Building. "What are we doing here?" He asked. "Can't we go see Bones?"

She tugged his hand as she began walking towards the elevator. "All in good time, dear. But first, we need to visit a few people here."

They rode the elevator quietly up to the floor that Booth knew so well. One of the doors opened Booth stepped forward but Christine stayed behind. "Aren't you coming?"

She shook her head. "I'll be waiting for you downstairs. You don't need me here, your questions will be answered." She smiled at him reassuringly. "Good luck." Christine winked at him fondly before the doors closed between them.

Booth sighed deeply as he walked through the busy halls. Busier than I've ever seen them. He thought to himself. Booth stopped in his tracks as he saw her, signing off on a document and handing it to another woman. With quick steps he made his way to her. "Rebecca?" He asked.

She snorted at him, with a smile. "I didn't spend the past ten years working this hard not to be called Deputy Director."

"Deputy Director?" He asked confused.

She turned to face him fully, placing her hands on the hips of her high-waisted pencil skirt. "Please don't tell me you're one of those chauvinist pigs who had no idea a woman had been running the FBI for the last seven months?"

"No, I-uh. What happened to Deputy Director Cullen?" Booth finally managed to ask, trying not to fixate on the fact that the woman before him was definitely not the woman he knew and once loved.

She sighed sadly. "Unfortunately, after the terrible death of his daughter Amy, the Deputy Director wasn't capable of fulfilling his duties. I guess it must be hard to lose a child to an unknown disease." She shrugged. "But hey, I suppose that's another good reason I've chosen not to have any."

That meant no Parker. Booth thought suddenly. Well, I suppose if there's no me than there's no him. Booth frowned at the thought. "So you don't have any kids? Or a husband?" He asked, curiously.

Rebecca laughed lightly. "Are you kidding? You honestly think I have the time for any of that?" She paused for a second before eyeing him suspiciously. "I'm sorry… who are you again?"

Booth stumbled for a moment. "Uh, just an old friend of Deputy Director Cullen's ma'am."

"Oh, very well." She turned away from him slightly to pick up a few files. "I'm sorry, I've got to go. We're trying to bring in this Epps guy and so far we've had little luck but he's managed to turn this whole building upside down."

Booth just stood and nodded in shock as he processed the words of the women he no longer knew or recognized. He walked back down the halls, passed the once familiar office, and onto the elevator which took him down to where she waited.

"So, what did you think?" Christine asked as she stood before him.

"What's happened to her?" He asked, worry written in his features.

"Well," Christine started. "Without you in her life, she never knew the joy of motherhood or of young love and set herself into work mode. Her only goal was to make a name for herself in this world."

"And will she succeed at that?" He asked, hoping that Rebecca's life held more than this shell seemed to have.

"You tell me... Her life will be shorter and much less fulfilled and because of her untimely end she will never figure out what she missed out on in life."

"How will she die?" He swallowed, trying not to show the pain he felt for his dear friend.

Christine smiled weakly. "Ironically her demise will be made by a foe which you've been acquainted with in your true life."

"Epps." He stated.

"I cannot say." She responded. "We are here as observers Seeley, we have limits. We must not interfere otherwise this vision will meet a forced end, do you understand?"

"Yes." He replied as they began to walk out of the building.

As they walked out side together, through the large city that is Washington, he heard the woman beside him giggle.

"What is it?" He asked, not bothering to hide his smile at her sudden reaction.

She bit back her laughs. "My Temperance has spoken of you to me. Not only when she visits, but when she's alone sometimes she speaks of how she misses me and she speaks mostly of you."

Booth laughed. "Is that so? I can't imagine that Bones would have anything great to say about me." He stated sarcastically.

"On the contrary." Christine protested. "Temperance talks of everything you do for her and how much it means to her. I'd like to thank you, Seeley. For taking care of my daughter in my absence. I couldn't ask for anyone better to play that key role in my daughter's life. She cares for you more then she lets on you know."

Booth smiled shyly as a blush crept up his cheeks. "For what its worth, you did a hell of a job raising her while you could."

Christine shook her head. "No, she's what she is in spite of what her father and I put her through."

"Max has done well for himself." Booth assured.

"Yes, I know." She smiled kind-heartedly. "My Max is a good man, and a wonderful father to both of our children. I'm proud of all he's done."

Booth nodded in response as they continued down the familiar streets. "We're headed to Jeffersonian, aren't we?" He asked, he voice flat with uncertainty.

"Yes, but first you have another person to see." She stopped in her path and pointed forward toward the park. "Go ahead."

Booth followed the direction of her finger. Washington was as it was before for the most part, however Booth was certain that, like Rebecca, the people he once knew would not be the same.

As he walked down the cobblestone walkway he came to a bend. Before him sat a woman, leaning over a sketchpad with her dark hair over her picture.

"Angela?"

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