Temperance Brennan held the box in her hands. An old worn shoe box that carried a lot of memories in it. Inside this box were pamphlets of every funeral she had gone to since she started working at the Jeffersonian. All the victims that she had helped in a bring justice. Even her mother, however it was just a burial ceremony but she felt she owed her mother that much. It also held other things that some people had never seen before. The small scrap of paper from her book, that she written when she was buried alive. It was to her best friend, her confidant at times and her protector but most importantly her partner.

Also in this box was a simple picture of what her partner liked to call them squints and himself that Sid had taken for them. She kept moving some things out a drawing from a child, a dolphin belt buckle, her lucky pencil from first grade when she won the best story contest and got to go to Disneyland for a week with her family, a picture of her grandfather before he died. Finally she found what she was looking for a journal, a journal that Angela gave her on her last birthday. One that she had not touched for feeling that she would be very childish for writing down her feelings. But Angela had insisted that it would be good for her to have some sort of release for herself. Angela told her to write down anything she wanted. Now it stared back at her mocking her, daring her to open up the leather cover and break away from reality. But right now reality was weighing heavily on her mind. Her partner was missing, he had been for 18 hours and all the FBI could give her we'll let you know when we find out.

She took out her lucky pencil, it was a Lisa Frank pencil with yellow golden retrievers, when she was younger she always wanted a dog. She took up the familiar writing utensil, and opened the journal.

What to write? All that's on my mind right now is Booth. He is missing and Daddy is out looking for him or any leads. Her mind screamed at her. After some hesitation she finally pressed the pencil to the paper.

Dear Booth, I guess I could call you Seeley. This is the second letter I've written you this year when I felt that I needed to tell you how I feel about you. The first letter I wrote you was when I was buried under ground with Hodgins and we were running out of air. He told me to write something as a last goodbye. Now I'm telling you that I love you and that you're the reason that I did not go off into the sunrise or sunset with Sully. You Booth have been the most stable thing in my life since my grandfather came and rescued me from the foster care system. Grandpa moved shortly after I graduated from college and started at the Jeffersonian. He took up fishing and died shortly before I met you. I miss grandpa right now. I'm used to this kind of pain, however when I found out that you were missing the pain got worst. I found out you were missing and realized how empty my life would be without you.You bring laughter to my very depressing world, you see life for what it is and what it can be. You live in a world full of love and caring. I'm very proud that you are my partner and that you are trying to be a good father. You are sometimes annoying but I love you. Now I'm writing to myself, it's very illogical. However I don't care. I love you and I may not ever get to tell you but I want it at least down in writing that I love you. I love you Seeley Booth and I'm sure my father will find you. I hope he does and when that happens I'll tell you in person that I Love you.

Forever Yours

Temperance (Or Bones, shhh).