- Gone -
Seeley Booth was pissed.
Actually he was … well, he wasn't quite sure there was a word that could accurately describe what he was feeling. He had laid his life on the line to protect his country and his government. What did he get in return?
His career? Gone.
His home? Gone – though he did love what Brennan had done with the new place.
His trust? WAY gone.
His best friend? Fucking. Gone.
Lance Sweets was dead – killed for getting to close to the FBI Conspiracy. As Booth eyed his friend laying on the autopsy table, he was torn between two actions: run into the Hoover building and beat everybody into a bloody pulp until he got answers, or put his fist through the wall. Of course neither choice would be particularly helpful, so he opted for standing guard as Brennan and Cam prepared the autopsy tools. Beside him was Angela, looking at anything but her friend on the cold metal table.
"Ange," Booth started softly. "You don't have to stay if you can't handle it."
At that point, tears began to streak down her cheeks.
"Neither do you," she whispered.
He couldn't argue with that.
Booth wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder.
"I will make these bastards pay," he said. "I promise."
Angela simply nodded, and wiped a tear from her cheek. A moment later, Hodgins entered the room carrying a tray of his tools. Cam and Brennan met him beside Sweets' body and after a collective deep breath, they began their work.