Ok, so I watched the finale (a miracle, considering I'm in Australia), and although I know how Brennan is, I was completely unsatisfied with her lack of feeling in the beginning, so I decided to give her mind a shot, because Sweets is right. The more detached she is, the more pain she's feeling.

Disclaimer: Nup, don't own it. Sigh.

Calm. Cool. Rationalised.

Keep up the façade Brennan. Don’t let them see you weak. Don’t let them prove you wrong.

Breathe.

Dent in the skull indicates blunt force trauma. Quick. Easy. Merciful. An accident.

This is too easy. You need a murder.

You need Booth.

Breathe. Think. Compartmentalise. You’ve done it before. Do it again.

Do it better.

Fractures on the-

“Bren…honey.” Angela. No. Anyone but Angela. Zach. Couldn’t it be Zach?

“I’m fine Ange. I’m fine. Booth’s dead. I’ve accepted it.” You hear Angela wince. You crush the pain in your chest.

“Bren...” You pick up one of the fractured phalanges. “You’re not fine.”

You don’t answer. You focus. Concentrate on the bones Brennan. Just like you did before Booth.

Before Booth.

What were you before Booth?

You were an anthropologist. You were a rational person. You were Dr. Temperance Brennan.

But now you’re Bones.

His Bones.

The tear slips down your cheek before you realise it’s even there.

They can’t stop.

Just like you can’t stop thinking about him.

It can’t be real. But it is. Logic says it is.

You saw him. He died in your hands. The same ones that hold the bone in front of your face.

And just like them, you’re broken Bones.

It’s much harder to focus now, isn’t it Temperance?

A/N: I love reviews. Especially since this is my first attempt actually inside Brennan's head. Hope you enjoyed!