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15 Years Later

When Gemma Arrington's mother called Booth and asked to speak with him, he was at a loss to why. The New York Coroner's Office was due to release her daughters remains for burial, which to many families would allow them to have a funeral and gain some closure.

But when your daughter was murdered, not knowing what happened to her in the lead-up to her tragic death, and the person who took away her life is still unfound, surely circumstances change.

Booth knew the chances, that by looking again at Gemma's file and happening upon something that leads him straight to her killer, were almost next to nothing. It would be pointless. He knew the case inside and out, without even needing to open a single file. He knew the dates, the times, the location. He knew without a doubt that there wasn't any way he could come up with anything new.

But he had to at least try. How can you tell a grieving mother, pleading with you to help bring her daughter justice, 'no, I can't help you'? You couldn't. So he would try, at least try, to find something he may have missed.

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"Camille," Booth greeted. It had been quite a while since Seeley Booth and Camille Saroyan had crossed paths.

"Seeley," she nodded.

Camille Saroyan was the New York coroner who was going to release Gemma Arrington's remains. If anything was going to work, this would be it.

"I can get you Gemma's file," she began, before saying, "but you know the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different outcome.

He'd heard this from her before; back in the day it had kind of been her catch phrase.

When she suggested that Booth partner up, he couldn't help but scoff; didn't she know him at all?

Not only partner up, but with a 'forensic anthropologist'. Yeah, the credential sounded good, but what did some science nerd know about murderers and their ways. Nothing.

Just as Camille was about to head back into the elevator, Booth changed his mind.

He'd promised Mrs Arrington that he's do everything in his power to find something. Cam knew her stuff, and if she thought this forensic anthropologist would be able to help, maybe he should at least suss them out.

"Hey," Booth said quickly, blocking the elevator door with his hand. "What did you say that scientists name was?"

Smiling, Cam answered, "Temperance Brennan."

"Pardon?" Booth said, swearing he'd misheard her.

"Dr Temperance Brennan."

Once, you could pretend you'd just heard incorrectly, but twice? That couldn't be coincidence. How many Temperance Brennan's could there be in the US? He'd always thought the name Temperance was one of a kind, but maybe that wasn't so.

Either way, there was no way he could just pass this by.

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Entering a university lecture on 'de-fleshing techniques' – a term which gave him chills – Booth froze as he took one step inside the door.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

It was her.

He would recognise her out of a crowd of hundreds. The shape of her face, the slight smile at the corner of her lips, the exact blue of her eyes. Everything.

Just as he'd remembered.

"Any questions?" she spoke out loud.

Her voice – just as soft and perfect as he'd remembered – was music to his ears. No amount of remembering could do her justice.

"Thankyou. See you next week." With that, the university students stood up and began to leave, as she started to pack up her things.

"Temperance Brennan," Booth stated, both in awe and shock.

"I'm sorry but this lecture is finished. You'll have to come along next week," she replied, not looking up.

"I'm not here for the lecture," Booth said, silently praying she remembered who he was, and that he hadn't wasted the last fifteen years pining over someone who didn't even remember him.

"Then why are you here?" she asked, taking down the projector screen, her back to him.

"Well, let me explain." Booth paused. "My name is Seeley Booth..."

Her entire body froze and she dropped the folder she'd been holding just a moment ago. She quickly picked it up and slowly turned to face him, her beautiful eyes meeting with his in the first time for over sixteen years.

"Booth?" she asked, her hands shaking slightly.

"The one and only," Booth smiled, and it was with that smile that Tempe knew this wasn't a prank or someone's lame idea of a joke, Seeley Booth was actually standing in front of her.

"You're here."

"I am," he said as she collided with him, her arms encircling his neck and her head burrowing into his shoulder.

Without hesitation, Tempe pulled his head down to hers and kissed him, not caring that there was a likely chance that he was married or seeing someone.

"I missed you," she cried, tears forming in her eyes. "When you stopped writing and I called Pops and he said you'd gone off to war, I thought – I thought I'd never see you again."

"Never. Like I said before you left, I'd make it my life mission to find you again. And I did, just like I promised."

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THE END!

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