A/N: This one's short, which is why I haven't posted yet. I wanted it longer, but what can you do. I hope you like.
The first time we met was eight years ago during a murder investigation in which a death sentence was given out. The first time I met her was while she was assisting on a case. Now, we're separated by a balcony rail, my grip on his hand steadily weakening. She is unable to grab hold and stands by helplessly. We exchange words, and families are threatened. And that's when it happened. Our grip is lost. As the distance between us increases, only one thought burns in my mind. I'll see you in hell Agent Booth.