Notes; New chapter! Finally lol. This is kinda my ''whenever-i-have-inspiration-and-feel-like-updating-story'' lol. Sorry it took me so long, but I was busy with other stories and things. Hope you're happy with this chapter!

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Disclaimer; I do not own Bones.

04.

Booth’s hands trembled uncontrollably as he stood by the grave, watching the tiny ivory casket being lowered into the dirt. The wind picked up pace and blew across the cemetary causing some flowers to blow off the casket and into the grass. He placed one foot in front of himself and wanted to run towards them to pick them up and place them back, but a small yet firm hand on his arm stopped him and he put his foot back next to his other. He cursed under his breath, wishing the wind to stop blowing. When he glanced up briefly he noticed the dark threatening clouds coming closer at high speed. The first drops of rain were already starting to fall and several mourners were putting up their black umbrellas. He hadn’t brought one, he didn’t care if he’d get wet. Whether it was going to rain or not he would wait until his son’s funeral was fully over. Parker deserved that and it was the last thing that he could do for him.

His partner was standing next to him, her tears glinstening on her face. Booth thought she’d never looked more beautiful and when he looked at her she gave him the tiniest reassuring smile, gripping his hand tightly. He squeezed it before letting go and stepping forward. On the ground next to the grave stood a basket of red rose petals. He knelt down and took a hand full of them before standing up and looking down at the casket in the grave.

He caught a glimpse of the white ribbon with the words Parker Booth, Forever Young and he chewed on his bottom lip, fighting back his tears. He opened his hand and let the rose petals fall to the casket without saying a word. He didn’t want them to hear. Only he knew what his last words to Parker were, even if they were in mind.

He turned away and walked back to his spot between his Bones and Rebecca. She was clutching onto her boyfriend as they made their way towards the grave, sobbing quietly. Booth let out a defeated sigh. He wished that they would hurry up, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer.

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She was sitting on the couch in her apartment, a bottle of beer in the hand that was resting on her knees. Her shoulders were slumped and she was looking blankly out of the window. It was raining outside and the raindrops were ticking hard against the glass, lightning lit up the room for a few seconds every now and then followed by a low rumble of thunder. The fingers that were wrapped around the cold bottle of beer were starting to feel numb, but she barely even noticed it. Her mind was too busy dealing with other things right now.

She was thinking about the people she’d lost herself over the past years and how her partner must be feeling right now.

He seemed to look slightly better after the funeral, but he had still refused to come to her place for the night. He’d said he needed to be alone and she understood. Obviously he didn’t want any people around him now, not even Parker’s mum, Rebecca. It had been 5 hours since the funeral and Brennan had tried calling Booth, but he hadn’t asnwered his cellphone and she was starting to get worried. A sudden knock on her door brought her out of her reveries and she leaned forwards, placing the half-empty beer bottle onto the low table in front of the couch. She got to her feet slowly and made her way over to the door. Another knock sounded on the wood and she rolled her eyes.

‘’Just a second.’’

She reached the door and peered through the peephole as Booth had told her many times to do before she opened the door. On the other side of the door stood Booth, completely soaked and looking as if he could fall asleep right there and then. Quickly unlocking the door she stepped back as she opened it and looked at him, worried.

‘’Booth..’’ He barely looked up and walked into her apartment, leaving a trail of raindrops behind. She didn’t care and closed the door, stopping the cold air that was drifting inside.

‘’Are you..-?’’

‘’I’m fine, Bones.’’ He told her with a raspy voice.

‘’I can’t remember where I left the keys of my apartment.’’ She knew that it was a lie, that he didn’t want to let her know that he needed some comfort. But she kept her mouth shut wisely not wanting to embarrass him. Booth walked over to the couch and stopped in front of it, looking down at his nine-hundred dollar soaked suit and the couch and then at his partner. A hint of a smile played across her lips seeing how much he actually resembled his son.

‘’It’s only a couch Booth. Just sit down.’’ He gave her a small nod of the head in reply and took place on the comfortable sofa after taking his jacket off. He let out an audible groan as his tense back and shoulders relaxed against the cushions and he closed his eyes.

‘’Hot chocolate?’’

Booth lifted his hand into the air, letting her know that he would indeed love a warm drink. She walked towards her kitchen and starting working on preparing the warm drink for both of them. Every now and then she’d glance in Booth’s direction and see that he’d picked up a picture frame of them and the squint-squad on some party. She smiled to herself and opened the refridgerator, grabbing a can of whipped cream and shutting it with her foot. She shoved the can under her arm and picked up two mugs of steaming hot chocolate careful not to burn her fingers.

Booth gladly accepted the drink and he reached up and took the can of whipped cream from her.

Any other time he would’ve made some cheesy comment about the cream, innuendo implied, but this time he didn’t and that was exactly what worried her.

To Be Contiued..