Sometimes even FBI Agents cry
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SEFBIAC)

By Miss P

Summary: After a tragedy Brennan has to help Booth pick up the pieces of his broken heart.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones.

Authors Note: Just thought I'd warn you. This story involves the death of a child,
and a lot of heartache… but also plenty of BB love and comfort.

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Chapter One – Bad News

Brennan had asked Angela to reconstruct the little boys face hours ago, now she decided to see what was taking the artist so long. When she stepped into the office, she found her friend still sitting with the sketch pad in her lap.

"Ange?" Brennan suddenly felt worried. Something wasn't right. Angela wasn't moving. "Angela?"

Angela turned to face her, that's when Brennan saw the horrified look on her friends face. Her eyes were all watery from unshed tears.

"Does this look like someone you know?" With trembling hands, Angela held up the drawing for Brennan to see.

Brennan gasped out loud at the sight of the boy. She shook her head in denial. "No, no it can't be right. You did it wrong, it's… it's not him…"

There was a long, painful silence.

"Sweetie, I did no mistake," the tears she had tried to hold back rolled down her cheeks.

Brennan wanted to cry too, but forced herself to be strong. Her voice trembled as she spoke. "How am I gonna tell Booth?"

Earlier that day

"Bones, this is just..." Booth had to look away. Brennan lifted the remains out of the burnt car, carefully placing them into a black bag. She turned to her partner. "I know you don't like it when it's a kid. You don't have to be here. I can handle it."

"Uh it's okay," Booth's eyes wandered over the car. Or what was left of it. "How can anyone do something like this? That little boy... imagine how scared he must have been in there?"

Brennan watched Booth as he was watching the car. "Are you sure you don't want to go? You look kind of pale."

Booth chuckled despite the horror in front of them. "Geez Bones, I'm okay."

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Several hours later, the bones were cleaned and laid out on the table at the Jeffersonian lab. Angela was already doing her thing, giving the little boy his face back.

When Brennan stepped into Angela's office later that day she found her friend still sitting with the sketch pad in her lap. She sat there motionless just staring at the drawing.

"Ange?" Brennan suddenly felt worried. There was something about the way she sat that felt wrong. Angela must have heard her calling her name, but she still didn't move. Brennan hesitated before walking further into the room. She watched her friend carefully. "Angela?"

Angela slowly spun the chair around turning to face her, and Brennan saw the sad look on her friends face. Her eyes were watery from unshed tears. Brennan started to feel scared. She had no idea what Angela was about to tell her, but she was sure she didn't want to hear it. Seeing the expression on her friends face was enough for her to know something horrible had happened.

Finally Angela spoke. "Does this look like someone you know?" with trembling hands, she held up the drawing for Brennan to see.

It took several minutes for Brennan to understand what it meant. Then she gasped out loud at the sight of the little blonde boy. She shook her head in denial. "No," she whispered. It couldn't be true. It would be too awful. "No it can't be right. You did it wrong, it's… it's not him…" Brennan couldn't breathe, she felt lightheaded as she kept on staring at the drawing. Surely, this had to be a mistake?

There was a long, painful silence.

"Sweetie, I did no mistake," the tears she had tried to hold back rolled down her cheeks.

Brennan wanted to cry too, but forced herself to be strong.

Her voice trembled as she spoke. "How am I gonna tell Booth?"

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TBC

A/N: So you probably already know who the boy is? I know, it's horrible; I kind of hate myself for writing it.

But I hope you continue reading anyway!