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“ Everybody out! Now! The bombs are here!”
Booth’s voice tore through the lab as he hit the alarm button.
“Okay everyone leave everything behind and move right to the exit” Cam said, trying to stay calm while hiding panic in her voice.
But as the others cleared the threshold, the security doors slammed shut, trapping Angela, Hodgins, Brennan, and Booth inside.
Booth, driven by his intense desire to get everyone out safely, reached for his gun to shoot out the glass.
“Booth, don't the doors are bullet proof” Cam shouted through the doors. She then said "try the other side”
But unfortunately those doors were closed too. Then Booth, realizing where Kovac might have placed the bombs went to the forensic platform and saw one of the bombs and with seconds to spare managed to disarm it. But then he realized that the bombs were on an electronic repeater indicating more than one.
Brennan, driven by the instinct that had defined her life, rushed toward the bone room to save the remains. She never made it. The remaining bombs that Kovac had snuck into the lab had detonated, turning the greatest forensic crime lab in the country into a graveyard of concrete and glass.
As Booth clawed his way out of the debris, he didn't check his own wounds. He only searched for the woman who was his world. “Bones!” he screamed, using the nickname he’d given her the very first day they met. “Bones, where are you?”
Beside him, the others emerged like ghosts from the dust. Angela was shaking, her hands instinctively clutching her pregnant stomach as she scanned the ruins. “Brennan!” she shrieked, her voice cracking with a terror that made the air feel even thinner. She was looking for her sister not by blood, but by a decade of shared secrets and unconditional love.
“Dr. B! Where are you!” Hodgins shouted. He was struggling to maneuver his wheelchair through the thick carpet of drywall and shattered glass, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was looking for not just his friend but the only person who truly understood the science the way he did. They were more than friends, they were family and even though he couldn't walk Hodgins would do everything in his power to find the person he thought of as his sister of science.
When Booth finally found her, the sight was a physical blow. He pulled her from the wreckage, cradling her against his chest, but the brilliant, rapid-fire logic he relied on was gone. He pressed his fingers to her neck, praying for the familiar thrum of a pulse, but there was only the terrifying, hollow silence of a heart that had stopped.
“No,” Angela whispered, collapsing as much as her pregnancy would allow in the rubble, her hands over her mouth as the reality shattered her. “No, not her. Booth, do something!”
Hodgins sat frozen in his chair, his face pale under the layer of soot. He looked at the wreckage of the lab and then at Brennan’s still form, his eyes filling with a helpless, scientific rage. The woman who spoke for the dead was now one of them, and for the first time in his life, the "King of the Lab" had no answer for the tragedy in front of him.
Booth looked at her pale face and a sob caught in his throat not just for the woman he held, but for the two small hearts of his children waiting back in his office at the FBI, Christine and Hank. Who were now without a mother. The thought of having to look them in the eyes and tell them he’d failed to bring her home was a pain greater than anything he's ever felt before.
He was their father, their protector, but without her, he felt like a man trying to navigate a minefield in the dark. He wasn't just grieving; he was drowning in the weight of a life he didn't know how to live alone.
I’m sorry, he thought, pulling her closer as the building groaned again. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save her for you.
The roar of the saws finally cut through the silence of the lab. A team of firefighters in heavy yellow gear breached the wall near the forensic platform, their flashlights cutting through the thick, grey fog of pulverized marble.
“We’ve got movement! Four souls!” one of the rescuers shouted.
Booth didn't look up. He was sitting on a pile of rubble that used to be the main computer hub, Brennan’s head resting in his lap. He had used his own jacket to cover her, tucking it around her shoulders as if she were just sleeping.
“Sir, we need you to move back,” a firefighter said, reaching for Booth’s arm.
“No,” Booth said, his voice flat. He pointed toward Angela and Hodgins. “Take them. They’re alive. She... she needs more time.”
Angela was being lifted onto a backboard, her face a mask of shock, while Arastoo having slipped past the police line dived into the wreckage to help guide Hodgins’ wheelchair over the jagged concrete.
“Booth,” Arastoo whispered, his voice cracking as he looked at Brennan. He reached out to check for a pulse he already knew wasn't there. He looked back at Cam, who was standing at the edge of the breach.
Cam didn't move. She didn't scream. She just leaned against the jagged edge of the broken wall, her hands over her mouth, watching as the rescue team finally convinced Booth to stand up.
The image that would haunt the team for years wasn't the explosion itself, it was the sight of Booth, covered in the dust of the Jeffersonian, standing aside as two paramedics placed a white sheet over the most brilliant woman any of them had ever known.
As they carried her out through the breach, the crowd of lab techs and FBI agents outside fell into a deathly, rhythmic silence. There was no medical tent for her. There was only the long, slow walk to the coroner's van.
The final showdown with Kovac was less a triumph and more a hollow execution. With the help of the squints, they had tracked him to his hideout. Booth and Aubrey lead two teams to raid the compound and bring Kovac to justice.
Just as Kovac was going to run him over, Booth used his sniper training to put a bullet into his brain. Dead weight slumped over the steering wheel, causing the Jeep to veer sharply off the path. The driverless vehicle careened wildly into the ditch, flipping onto its side before exploding against the barrels of flammable liquid.
Without Brennan standing beside him, what should have ended in a sense of closure just left Booth feeling hollow and empty. He had neutralized the threat, and finally killed the man that caused his family so much pain but he had no one to share his victory with.
But despite the immense pain he felt within his heart Booth knew that he must carry on for the sake of his children who are the last pieces of Brennan he has left.
Three days after the funeral, Booth returned to the ruins of the Jeffersonian. Aubrey was back at the diner with Christine and Hank; Booth knew he should be there with them, but he couldn’t face the quiet of their home just yet. He had come to collect her things while the site was being cleared, but mostly, he just needed to be near her one last time.
Fighting back a flood of emotion, he sifted through the debris. He found the mini-pig statue, Jasper, that he’d given her so long ago. He found a signed drawing Christine had made and a framed photo of Bones with her father, Max, on their wedding day.
Finally, he saw a book with Sweets’s face on the back cover of the study Sweets had written about the two of them. God, he missed Sweets; the kid would have known what to say. He missed Max. But most of all, he missed his wife.
Still holding the book, Booth sat down on the scorched remains of the leather couch in the middle of the wreckage. He was surrounded by the charred remnants of the life he had lost. He closed his eyes, still holding Sweets’s book, surrounded by Brennan's things he tried to summon the strength to carry on. Though he knew Brennan didn’t believe in miracles, Booth did and he could use a miracle right now.
Part of him wished that this was all a dream that he’d open his eyes and find her beside him, with their children playing on the floor in front of them.
Booth stayed in the silence of the ruined lab and surrendered to the impossible, offering up a final, silent prayer for the one thing science could never provide. Although Booth didn't expect an answer.
It appears however that perhaps the universe had heard his prayer and decided that a life spent giving a voice to the voiceless was never meant to end in a fiery explosion of concrete and ash. And decided to provide Booth a second chance to save the women he loves.
For as it turns out the love between them is more than just a mere emotional feeling or chemistry in the brain; it is a bond forged in late night take and catching serial killers and everything in between.
It is a powerful force strong enough to bend the laws of physics and turn back the hands of time. It could achieve the impossible and send Booth's mind back through time and into the body of his younger self.
And now we shall see if the old saying is really true: if I knew then what I know now…