People silently walked through the meadow, Birds chirped and the sun shone down on the beautiful August afternoon.
And Seeley Booth knelt beside a gravestone and wept.
"Hey Bones," he choked. The man ran his fingers over the letters etched into the cool granite. The sunny and cloudless day betrayed his emotions as he cried for his lost partner. "I got assigned a new partner today. Christopher Ferguson. He's pretty good, I guess. I can't really tell anymore 'cause compared to you, everyone's just mediocre." He chuckled. "It's been really different around here, since…" he could not bring himself to say it. "It's been three months, you know?" Three months since Jacob Epps sought revenge on Agent Booth with a gun in his hand. Three months since he missed Agent Booth and shot Dr. Brennan, clean through the heart. "God, it was all my fault," he sobbed, bowing his head low. A hand on his shoulder interrupted him and made him turn around.
"No, Booth, it wasn't." Angela's voice soothed the broken man. She knelt beside him and took his hand. "She would want nothing more than for you to know that." Heavy sobs racked Booth's body as Angela rubbed circles on his back. "She loved you," she whispered almost inaudibly. Booth looked up into her dark eyes. "I could see it in the way her eyes lit up when she looked at you, when she talked to you, when she talked about you. When you had petty arguments about nothing at all. And I saw the kiss. The mistletoe thing? God, Booth, she'd been waiting for that for three years." He smiled as best he could sitting in front of her grave and looked up at the sky. "I just thought she would like you to know." Angela slowly rose to her feet and walked away.
"I love you, too," he uttered.