This is the very first fan fiction I wrote. I hope you enjoy it.. It is short and not as detailed as my other I have posted. But I still like this one
Booth laid in the dark staring up at his ceiling. It has been 3 months since Hannah and he split, he wasn't feeling as bad as he thought, but then again he wasn't feeling as sure of himself has he had in the past.
He had been so angry that night after Hannah and he took all his anger and directed it at Bones. She didn't flinch; she just quietly took all his rage and took care of him. She told him she would not push, but when he was ready to talk she would be there to listen.
He hadn't seen Bones other than at work since that night. She had remained professional and did her job as always perfectly, a slight smile crossed his lips. They were going through the motions for the first month and then she stopped going out in the field as much, trusting him to do what needed to be done. 3 days ago had been the last time he was able to persuade her to go with him on an interview, the first time he had actually seen her in 2 months. It was to a children's home, he knew she didn't want to go, and that it would be hard, but he needed her there with him.
He needed to apologize to her for making her go to the children's home. He was going to apologize first thing in the morning and then try to get her to go to lunch with him.
Brennan couldn't shake this feeling. She had hated Booth for making her go to that interview, what she saw, and all the memories, why did he make me go. She lay staring at her ceiling; she could not get one small child out of her mind.
They had been waiting in a hall to talk to the Director of the facility when a door came crashing open and this little girl, maybe 3 or 4 came running out. She looked fragile, black hair cut short, big bright green eyes, ivory skin, she looked around frantically, obviously scared and she ran and hid behind a large over stuffed chair sitting in a corner.
Seconds after she hid a much larger boy about 13, sandy blonde hair and cruel blue eyes, came bursting through the door yelling, "Heather, you know I will find you. You know what I will do when I find you." The child seems oblivious that Booth and Brennan were watching. The older child started to head for the chair. Brennan could see the smaller child. Her eyes so fearful Brennan couldn't help herself.
"Who do you think you are?" she said pointedly at the boy as she got up and approached him.
"Stay out of this lady, none of your business." He snapped back
Before Brennan could react, Booth was there, "You don't talk to a lady that way partner. Why don't you show me to the office and some one in charge, Okay?" He said to the boy as he grabbed the collar of the boys' shirt and started down the hall.
While Booth headed off down the hallway, Brennan glanced around the overstuffed chair till her eyes meant the bright green ones. The child slinked back. Brennan didn't move, she just softly said, "He is gone, it is okay to come out when you are ready."
Brennan returned to her seat and fumbled through her purse for a piece of candy, watching the small girl out of the corner of her eye. The little girls eyes never left Brennan. Finally she slowly emerged from behind the chair and hesitantly took a step towards Brennan.
Brennan gave her a smile, "You know, I think you were very brave and very smart." Green eyes watched her and she took another step. Brennan noticed she had a scratch on her arm and was bleeding. "Honey, you have an owie." Brennan said as she was pointing to the little girl and then pointed to her own arm. The little girl looked at her arm "Owie", came out in almost a whisper.
Brennan pulled out a wipe and a band aid from her purse. "If you want I can put a band aid on it for you. The little girl slowly walked over to Brennan to allow put a band aid on her. "There you go all better" Brennan said as she kissed the tiny arm. Tiny arms grabbed onto her neck in a hug. Brennan picked the child up onto her lap and held her momentarily.
The doors the small girl had come through suddenly opened and there stood a woman, mid 50's portly build with short gray hair that looked like it had been plastered to her head.
"Heather, Hea-, Oh there you are, get off that lady, she doesn't need you getting all her finery grimy."
"She is fine right here." Brennan's voice was soft but firm, "There is nothing I have she can ruin."
"Well, she ran away from her ward and she needs to go back, isn't that right Heather?"
The little girl sadly nodded as she climbed off Brennan's lap. Brennan waved at the small girl and they held each others gaze until the door shut between them.