5Here it is, my first chapter of my first fanfiction. I just used the title because it was the first idea which got through my head. The fiction is about BB and a little about the squints cause this story takes place during a case. I hope you like it and enjoy reading :).
It was almost midnight; Friday would come in just a few moments.
Temperance was still working on the body underneath her. A 16 year old girl killed and then found by a river near DC. Everyone was already gone, even Zach. She gradually got hungry but she didn't care because she wanted to get the case closed.
It was Monday. Temperance was in her office doing the paperwork from the last case of last week. It was still morning when he came. Normally it's almost lunchtime when he arrives to take her to the diner, but today must have been something special because he came so early.
Temperance acted as if she didn't see him as he entered her office. There was this all too familiar shudder she felt since that damn Pam had shot him.
That week was the worst one she'd ever had. Thinking of him dead was too much for her. She hadn't told anyone about her feelings of course. She was strong. She wouldn't show any emotions. Not her. But she felt that there was something, missing. With him she felt guarded. And when she realized he was gone forever she despaired. He made her feel safe. He comforted her even if she didn't asked for it. Was it affection she felt for him? She sometimes really hated him. No, she thought, not hated, actually she really liked him, despite his constant Alpha-male thing. She had to smile suddenly as she remembered how he always opened the car-door and all those gentlemanly things he did everyday. Now, he's gone and she felt the lack of all those things. She missed him. She truly missed him.
First, she didn't wanted to go to his funeral but Angela did, like always, she persuaded her. The drive to the Cemetery was cruel. As they arrived she was numb. Overwhelmed by the truth that crashed down on her. She tried not to cry but she couldn't. Too long time she had held off her feelings and now everything burst out her.
Then it happened. She still couldn't tell what. Just darkness. Next what she felt was anger, and despair.
He was alive.
And no one had even bothered to tell her the truth.
"Good morning, Bones"
Temperance looked up. She was already used to the Nickname he gave her so she didn't get unnerved anymore. Actually she liked it. But of course she didn't tell him that.
"What are you doing here Booth? It's 8 o'clock."
He flashed her one of his disarming smiles and made his way to her couch where he sat down and looked at her. Without any response. He looked dreamy and absent.
"Booth?" she said and looked almost worried.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you here?"
"Pack your things we gotta go outside." Was his sudden answer.
"Booth, I've got work to do and I won't just leave it because you fancy a jaunt."
"Bones, I'd like to 'jaunt' with you but there's a body." She looked embarrassed but didn't say anything. "A hiker found her yesterday."
The ticking of her wristwatch brought her back of her musings. Midnight. Fatigue overwhelmed her. But she wanted to get that case ended, too long had the squints and her worked on it. Almost a week. She yawned and stretched her limbs. Then suddenly there was a sound. Fatigue was flashed away. Now she was watchful. Then lights switched on, on the floor. She heard footsteps and they came closer.
"Bones?"
Her muscles relaxed. She knew that voice. That lovely voice.
"Booth, what are you doing here? It's already midnight."
Then she saw him, first just his shadow. He then stepped to the platform and stopped before the examination table. He looked tired.
"I could ask you the same thing" He said finally. "You weren't at your apartment so I thought you'd have to be here." He said and smiled.
"You checked my apartment? Why?" She asked as she continued her work.
"Yes I did. You didn't respond to my knocking. Is that Samantha Becker?" Changing the theme.
"Yeah, but I haven't found anything new." Her voice sounded dejected.
"Ahh come on Bones, it's midnight! This can wait 'till tomorrow. You need some sleep."
She first wanted to tell Booth that she wasn't ready to go home, but as she looked up to his face, she couldn't resist. Sometimes it seemed like her heart could melt just because of that shimmer in his eyes. "Okay, I'll come. I just get my jacket." She walked passed him and as she did, she smelled his cologne. Don't Temperance, her inner voice warned her. Stay cool, Tempe we're just partners. From somewhere the voice of her best friend purred something what sounded horribly like 'Partners with benefits'. God, Ange!
"Bones? Are you ok?" He said and brought her back to reality. Now she noticed that she still was standing next to him.
"Hmm? Oh, I'm fine, I will…I…I'll get my jacket now." And she walked away to her office
He stood there, wondering what just happened, because Temperance Brennan was always or at least most of the time attentive and not daydreaming. But maybe, he thought, it was just because she was tired.
"Can we go?" Came the voice from somewhere by the entrance. He turned around seeing her standing in the entrance surrounded by the light she looked like an angel.
"Yes of course, I am coming."
They walked in silence to the car. As they arrived by his SUV, Booth pulled the passengers' door open and Brennan got in. He closed the door and walked around the car and got in too. There were these gentle things again she thought.
They arrived at the lake where they got out the car as Zach came to them. He gave Brennan some gloves and walked with her and Booth to the border.
"The hikers' dog found the body." Zach said. "The body was wrapped in a cover but the water has peeled it away." The securing of evidence was already gone as they walked under the barrier tape and came to the place where, on an effused black plastic, something laid.
"Female, Teenager may be 15." Brennan said after she knelt down to the body.
"Cause of death?"
"Fractures on the ribs and on the shoulder, indicatives of some bullets.
"Anything Else?" Booth asked hopefully.
"No, not at the moment that's all I can say. We need to get it to the Jeffersonian."
"Wanna get something to drink?" He asked finally and broke the silence between them.
"It's after midnight Booth. And weren't you the one who told me I should go home?" She gazed out of the window and smiled. He looked at her and smiled too.
"Yup that was me." He said, now looking at the road. Silence hung over them again.
After some minutes in awkward silent and some hasty gaze exchanging they got to her apartment. Brennan grabbed her backpack and pulled the car door open. Booth followed her until they were at the house door. She wasn't looking at him, but he was looking at her and she knew that. She felt his gaze while she fumbled around her bunch of keys. Finally she looked up and suddenly noticed that her heart was pounding rapidly.
"I think I should go inside, I am kind of tired." She tried to put her key in the door but it fell out of her hand. "Oh shit." He bent down and snatched the keys not avert her gaze. "Thank you." She muttered. Something had to be wrong with his Bones, he thought. Nervousness wasn't her bag. As he gave her the keys he grabbed her hand and she shivered at his touch.
"I really should go Booth" She said quietly, melting at his look.
"Yeah you should. I just wanna be sure you'll make it inside safely." He said, still holding her hand. After a moment that seemed like an eternity she turned and opened the door where warmth came out.
"At seven?"
"Yes, like always, Booth."
So i hope you liked it and i'd like to read what you think about it!