AN: I originally posted this story a couple months ago, after the 100th episode. But time got away from me when school finished and I didn't have the time to listen to my muse. So, here is Dreams, edited (sorta), reposted, and complete.
~BB~
The day starts as any other day does.
The squint squad is in the lab, working on identifying the remains of a WWI victim.
There hasn't been a case in weeks.
Just the remains of long dead men, killed a war most elementary students will never learn the details of.
Suddenly there is a ring and everyone around the platform looks up.
"Bones, we have a case."
~BB~
The smell is less rancid than normal, but she can tell Booth is still nauseated.
The body isn't done putrefying yet, but there is little tissue remaining.
But she doesn't care about the flesh, only the bones below.
Female. Late teens/early 20s.
Fragmented skull. Broken clavicle. Shattered phalanges.
~BB~
The victim is 22 year old Hannah Pearson.
She calls Booth with the identification.
They go and inform the parents.
They're upset, heartbroken to learn that their only child is dead.
They interrogate the ex-boyfriend, the roommate.
The victim was working as a private cook for a wealthy family.
She was trying to make enough money to pay for college, trying to ease the burden on her parents.
They interrogate the husband and wife.
Then they interrogate the husband a little more.
Sweet's is in the observation room, offering little tidbits of advice on the suspect's state of mind.
She notices that he has healed scratches on his arm.
He says they are from the family dog.
But there had been enough flesh left to get scrapings from underneath the victim's fingernails.
He confesses to the murder.
How he tried to seduce the girl.
How she threatened to tell his wife.
She fought back as hard as she could, grabbing a frying pan in her attempt to get him away.
He bashed her face in with it.
~BB~
After the case, they go to the diner.
Booth has pie, she has a salad.
Rebecca drops off Parker.
And then the phone rings.
But it isn't a case, isn't anything involving her.
It's the girlfriend.
The girlfriend who has been around for a few months now.
The one who is a school teacher, who wants kids, who attends church.
The three of them are going to a fair tomorrow.
Parker is excited about the games and rides.
Booth is excited to spend time away from dead bodies and murders.
He ends the call with a smiling "See you soon"
Parker continues talking about how the girlfriend bought him a transformers coloring book.
How his dad helped him color all the pictures.
How they are hang on the fridge at his mom's, his dad's, and the girlfriend's house.
~BB~
The girlfriend arrives at the diner.
She's beautiful and blonde.
He's always seems to date blondes.
~BB~
She watches them leave the diner.
She watches how his hand falls to the small of her back.
The way she grasps his suit when he leans in for a kiss.
Her heart clenches a little, but she ignores it.
She had her chance.
And she let it go.
~BB~
That night, she goes to bed like normal.
Because everything is normal, and nothing has changed.
She ignores the few tears that leak from beneath her closed eyes.
And the next morning, she wakes up alone.
~BB~
The alarm reads 1:30am, less than an hour since she went to bed. Rubbing her eyes, she rolls over, trying to find a comfortable position. But after half an hour tossing and turning, she gets up and heads to the bathroom.
The light hurts her eyes, sensitive from the too many glasses of wine she consumed that night. As she looks in the mirror, she notes their redness, the dark circles forming underneath.
She hasn't been sleeping well for the past few weeks.
And there is heaviness in her chest she doesn't care to look closer at.
The same heaviness she felt when she was told Booth had died from Pam's bullet; the bullet that he took for her.
The same heaviness she felt when Booth was diagnosed with a brain tumor; when he wouldn't wake up after the surgery.
She splashes water on her face to clear her head and then heads back to bed.
~~BB~
Disclaimer: Not time. There would be so much more sex if it was.
