Who: Booth and Eliot What: Sneaky not so sneaky meeting When: Tonight! Where: The fake map location Booth texted eliot with. Warnings: tba! ooc: hope this is okay=D
Booth remembered vividly the day Eliot was killed. He died trying to save people, and it was a heroes death. He remembered hearing the news and being the second one on the scene. It fell under his jurisdiction at the time. Everything about that day was engraved in his mind as one of the worst times of his life. It was the day he'd lost his best friend and a lot of his hope. Eliot had been there since day one with him, and then some. He'd been through the best and worst of times, and then to lose him had simply broken something inside of Booth he wasn't even aware was there at the time.
Things had already gone south before Eliot's death, but he had been continuing to hang on. He had his friends still, he had his hope. And then it all came crashing down when he arrived at the scene and witnessed the lifeless body for himself. That had been the last straw for Seeley. That was the day he realized how pointless working with the FBI actually was. He couldn't save his friends. More then half the time he couldn't save the victims. It all just took it's tole on him and finally he'd had enough. He remembered going home and receiving a phone call from the director of the FBI expressing his condolences. And he remembered hanging up on the director in the middle of his grade A generic speech.
Booth never went back after that day. Ever since then his hope and faith suffered drastic blows. He became more withdrawn and angry. Every day was like the hole inside him just kept getting bigger and never shrunk. Even now he felt that despair all over again, seeing Eliot post on the network. Ruby tried to talk him out of going, Kitty understood, and Buffy knew better then to attempt talking him down from his crazy idea. When the commotion died down Booth started loading up on weapons from his personal supply and waited until Kitty was doing what he'd asked her to do. He made sure eyes were off him in all directions before pulling his leather coat over his shoulders and sneaking away from the camp.
The map he'd given Eliot was almost a mile away and in the opposite direction. It was risky and dangerous, but he had to know. He had to check and see if it was infact Eliot. And he had to do it fast before Hardison and Parker tried to storm from the camp. he was trying to spare them pain if it wasn't him. The way things were going for them lately, none of Booth's thoughts were very positive. He waited slightly out of eye shot in an alley. The clue for Eliot was a pile of rubble head high right beside it. Only slightly out of place from the rest of the rubble.