“What are you saying?” asked Bette sitting up, looking at Jo, who looked deadly serious.

            “I’m saying…,” paused Jo.  Thinking for a minute about Emma’s vision, could they change fate?  Could they change their destiny?  Could Jo mold her future?  “Marry me.”

***** 

            Alice, Rosita, Lara and Carmen were sitting on the roof of the garage apartment, sharing a few bottles of very expensive wine.  They didn’t talk much, just processing what had happened. 

            Rosita had flown out to meet Jo and Emma, driving Jo to Bette’s, the woman had been stone cold silent the whole time.  Rosita understood that, Ro had seen combat, and that was what Jo had been through.  A fight for the life of a friend, and Jo had come up on the short end of the stick. 

            Alice rubbed Rosita’s hand, not sure what to say, or what to do.  When Dana had died, she’d been sick.  Sam hadn’t been sick, she’d been healthy, and only a few hours ago, she’d been alive, full of life.  Now, she was dead and Rosita had said it would take weeks to get all the bodies identified.  The funeral would be delayed for weeks, maybe even longer because if there was no body, there couldn’t be a death certificate.

            Rosita’s cell phone rang as Carmen was getting another bottle of wine from the cooler, “Turn that off,” ordered Carmen.

            “Can’t,” said Rosita softly as she stood, walking to the edge of the roof, her silky hair tossed around by the light wind.  “Agent Navarro,” said Rosita into the phone.

            “Agent Seely Booth, how are you Sergeant Navarro?” asked Seely he was adjusting his bright blue and yellow tie.  Seely Booth had met Rosita the first year she had enlisted and Booth had been leaving to attempt a career in the FBI.  Rosita had heard that Seely was working with a forensic anthropologist, Dr. Temperance Brennan.  This had given Rosita a thought.

            The bodies that they’d been removing from the wreckage were mangled and burned beyond recognition.  Rosita didn’t want Shane having to wait weeks, or even months to bury Sam, so Rosita wanted to call in a favor.  “Seely Booth, a very well decorated Agent, I might add,” said Rosita.  “It’s Agent now, by the way, Sergeant was left behind in the war” said Ro.