Booth couldn't handle it.

He stood there, gazing at the black coffin, the priest's words floating by him unheard. He was numb.

He stood there for a long time even after the ceremony had ceased.

Silent tears soaked his face as the sky turned from a fiery orange to a deep purple till finally the night seat over him.

He had watched the workers as they had lowered her coffin into the earth, covering it. They finally placed the headstone into the freshly dug earth.

Temperance Brennan

February 3, 1976-November 15, 2006

In loving remembrance

He had not seen the point of burying an empty coffin, but Russ had thought it a touching goodbye to his sister.

The weight of guilt was weighing heavily on Booth at that moment. He could not handle this. With all of his training and with all of the deaths he has caused, he could not handle going through the days without her.


He felt a warm hand enclose on his cold one. Angela stood beside him starring down at the grave, holding his hand for support whether it was she or he that needed it didn't matter. They were there for the other as Brennan used to be for both of them.

He let out a shallow sigh. "It's hard without her."

He could feel Angela's head nod as she leaned against him for support.

"Don't think this is your fault Booth," she said plainly her voice wavering for but a second. "It's not. We did everything we could to find them both."

He felt her squeeze his hand tighter as though trying to convince him of this physically.

"I know, but I still feel it," he told her still starring at the granite stone. "How are you holding up? You've lost more than any of us."

She averted his eyes when he tried to look at her.

"Don't say that."

"Why?" He was now turned fully to look at her.

She looked away, but he could see the tears in her eyes.

"Because…," she chocked out, the tears freely flowing, "Because I can't handle this. I…..just…can't!"

She was sobbing now as he took her into his arms. They stood there for along time just holding each other.

A storm seemed to be culminating in the distance. Booth watched the lighting and felt the bitter cold wind that was blowing it ever closer.

"We should go," he said releasing her. Her face was flushed from crying. He wiped the stray tears off her face with his thumb. "Come on or we'll get stuck in the storm."

Angela nodded, and they headed toward the parking lot.

With one final look at Bones's grave, he said a silent prayer to God that she had finally found peace along side her mother.


"Ms. Saroyan, my name is Agent Rodgers with the FBI special task force assigned to investigate the Gravedigger," the man who stood before her in a black Armani suit said.

"We appreciate that you're here," Cam said to the agent gesturing for him sit down on the other side of her desk.

"Well, ma'am, you may not be once I tell you that I've been sent here to investigate your team including Agent Booth," he said his sunglasses blocked out his eyes making him seem cold and distant.

"My team?" Cam said anger building inside her, "My team has been through quit enough without having to be investigated! We lost two members for crying out loud!" She was standing up now in fury.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm just…," he began but she cut him off.

"Don't say your just doing your job!" she was yelling now. "I don't want to hear it! Now get out!"

The agent looked stunned.

"Out!" she screamed at him.

He reluctantly got up from his seat leaving her office in a huff.

Cam collapsed back into her chair.

God, why did this happen?

She wasn't close to neither Hodgins nor Brennan, but they were her colleges and she had the up most respect for them. She hadn't wished them dead.

She was just so very frustrated.

Seeley had become cold and distant. He wouldn't look at her anymore. His mind only seemed to be on one thing: Revenge.

Cam sighed. Nothing will ever be the same.