Cullen turned around with tears misting his eyes and punched the closet wall. He busted some of the outer layer off and made a mental note to pay for it to be repaired seeing as it was his fault. He had just lost his best Agent and probably the best relationship the FBI had ever had with the Jeffersonian. He had also lost the best crime fighting duo in the nation.
He yelled for his secretary and told her to call the 'Booth's Squint Squad' from the Jeffersonian and tell them to come there all together as soon as they could. He also told her to dig up Booth's son and parents addresses from the data bank. Cullen decided that he would personally tell those people and give them their letters.
When he finally made it home that evening after taking care of the requests from Booth, it really began to sink it. Booth had become more than just a co-worker to Cullen. The younger man had become some what like a son and friend to him. After what Booth and his team had done for him concerning Amy, he wouldn't deny them any last request that he could grant.
The words in that letter had struck a cord with the old FBI Director. He knew that he had trained Booth in some ways, but he didn't know just how much he seemed to have taught the man. Booth was no longer the boy that had been so silly when he first entered the Rangers. He was also not the same boy that had come to him hoping to get the FBI job he had out in for. Cullen had felt that this one would go far, so he trained him himself, other than the standard training that was taught in specified locations. The field work, however, was left to be taught by someone where the FBI Agent would be working.
Memories flashed through his head as he mentally went through Booth's file. He had had it memorized when Dr. Brennan became the liaison between the two fine establishments. Dr. Brennan had been disrespectful and had even shot an unarmed man during their first cases. However, Booth had always stood up for her. Cullen had secretly hoped that those two would get personally involved with one another. Now, it seemed it would never happen.
Throughout his dinner that night, he had a dazed look upon his face. His wife had questioned him about what was bothering him, but it was as if he couldn't hear or see anything except those memories.
That night, as he crawled into bed, he was still thinking of Special Agent Seeley Booth. He wrapped his arms around his wife and cuddled up to her. He figured he was one of the lucky ones. He dreamt of times when he should have told the man that was like a son to him how proud he was of his accomplishments…