When she realized she couldn't climb that last ten feet alone, Brennan considered what might happen if no one found her.
She could just close her eyes and sleep. As her body became weaker from lack of food and water, she would sleep more and more. Eventually, she wouldn't wake up. Considering it carefully, Brennan didn't think it sounded like a bad way to go.
But the emotional side of her brain, that part she couldn't shut off anymore, didn't want to die. And quite frankly, the logical side didn't either. But neither side could come up with a good way to climb that last ten feet of mountain.
Brennan stared at the cliff face, eating part of a protein bar. There was only one left, but she didn't worry about that now. Right now, the main problem she had was that last ten feet.
There were few handholds that she could discern at this distance. No sure spots to hook her hands while she moved her one good leg. If she lost her grip and fell, she probably wouldn't stop falling until she was at the bottom of this stupid mountain.
But Booth wouldn't give up on her. Hadn't given up on her when she was suffocating in that car with Hodgins. She hadn't given up on him when he was trapped on that exploding ship. Their partnership had never allowed them to give up on each other.
So she thoughtfully chewed the last of the protein bar and thought about what she faced. Closing her eyes, she pictured what she had to do and tried to come up with a way to do it.
