"Good. Would you please untie Booths hands?"
Her gaze shifted to him.
"If I have to die, I wan't to die in the arms of the man that I love."
That last sentence kept ringing in his ears.
She loves me?
She LOVES me!
I can't believe it.
He could feel his hands gaining freedom to move.
He had the urge to lash out at Luke.
But he didn't.
The moment that he could move his arms, he wrapped them around his partner.
Around Dr. Brennan, famous Forensic Anthropologist and writer.
Around Temperance, his partner.
Around his Bones. His.
"Enjoy it while it lasts."
With those words Luke Tyler left the room.
Booth started to cry.
He pulled her closer to him.
She was crying too.
For a while they just sat there.
Crying, searching comfort in each others embrace.
After a while Booth pulled his head back a little so he could look into her eyes.
He once again pulled her closer and whispered to her:
"Did you mean what you said? Do you love me?"
She could hear in his voice that he would break if she didn't mean it.
She looked at him, took a deep breath and whispered back:
"Yes, I meant it. I love you Seeley Booth."
Her eyes filled with tears.
Those tears worried Booth.
Why would she be crying if she meant what she said?
"I love you too."
The amount off tears rolling down her cheeks almost doubled after he'd said it.
"Temperance, why are you crying? I love you."
The last sentence was a whisper.
She took several calming breaths and after the sixth time, she finally felt calm enough to tell him.
"Because it doesn't matter any more how we feel, Seeley. I'm dying. There is no future for us."
His already shattered heart broke at this.
"Do you know what separates the people whose suicide attempts fail from all the others who die?"
She shook her head, still crying.
"The ones who survive are the ones who weren't ready to give up yet."
He paused.
"Don't give up, okay?"
She slowly nodded her head.
"They are coming for us. Promise me you won't give up."
"Pro... Promi... Promise."
When he heard her struggle to say something as simple as 1 word, he knew that the drugs were taking effect.
He'd read Susie Tylers autopsie report.
That amount of pills would simply shut her nerve system down, causing a respiratory arrest, followed by a cardiac arrest.
There was nothing he could do to stop that from happening.
Her breathing started to slow down.
"Temperance, no. Look at me."
He took her face into his hands and said:
"Focus on your breathing. Breath with me."
She nodded.
If he wouldn't have been holding her face, he would have never noticed it.
"Inhale."
They both did.
"Exhale."
They both did.
"Good girl"
"Inhale."
They both did.
"Exhale."
They both did.
"See, it's not so hard."
"Inhale."
They both did.
"Exhale."
They both did.
"Booth?"
"Inhale."
They both did.
"Exhale."
They both did.
"Shh. Try to save your breaths."
"Inhale."
They both did.
"Exhale."
They both did.
"Kiss me."
He was shocked.
He leaned towards her and kissed her.
He felt her kiss him back.
Before he had a chance to deepen the kiss, she fell limp in his arms.