The team had to force you to go. You had no interest in draping yourself in black and attending the dropping of a body in a hole.

But this was Booth. And you’d been his partner for years now. The pair of you were impossibly close, he had always called you Bones.

So when he got shot for you, took a bullet from his own stalker to protect you, you’d been heart broken. Maybe a little angry.

You stood next to Angela at the funeral, your arms crossed, head down. Not a tear in your eye, you was pissed. He’d gone and died and left you behind and yeah, okay maybe you’d been in love with him. But he was the one who went and died.

As the uniformed officers went to fire the shots, a man started walking towards the coffin. When he gets close, one of the officers runs forward and tackles him. They knock over the coffin, sending the fake body flying.

Fake?

You looked at the uniformed officer fighting with the man on the ground.

Seeley Booth.

You step forward, breaking off the manikins arm and smacking the assailant over the head. Booth jumps to his feet, letting out a laugh.

“Nice shot, Bones!” He said, grinning.

His grin started to fall when you stalk towards him. Looking absolutely pissed. The second you got close enough, you punched him in the face. Hard.

Then immediately stormed off.

The entire Jeffersonian team followed you back, including Booth.

He kept trying to explain himself to you, following right behind you like a lost dog.

When you got to your office, Booth shut the door.

“I’m sorry, Bones! You were meant to know! I gave the FBI a list of who I wanted told. You were number one.” He said, wrapping an arm around you so you’d listen. Even though he knew he was at risk of being punched again.