first story.i think its bad but im gonna post it on typing my new ones,my good you have any prompt ideas i could use for a story that would be great. im at a writers block,i only wrote this piece because i was super bored and just finished a C.P book and foung a really good quote.
Disclaimer: i own none. :(
I admire.
It was a tough case. Temperance Brennan didn't let that stop her life from going on she told herself. The case was off a 19 year old found dead in an alleyway. Stella DeMeagia. Just her bones were left underneath some old, rancid trash bags. The team was quite puzzled though because several times during the investigation evidence seemed to point to a murder. In the end it had just been a case of shooting up too much.
Brennan walked swiftly in the cold to her car. 'Its so cold' she thought as she tugged the lapels of her jacket closer around her neck. Turning her strides into a steady jog she pressed herself to get to her car faster. As she approached her vehicle she saw a dark SUV parked next to hers, Seeley Booth resting on the bumper. "Bones!" he exclaimed. She grunted trying to avoid him to her car knowing it wasn't going to happen. He grabbed her wrist and swiftly placed her in the nice 'warm' she thought, FBI issued car.
" Booth, what do you need now cant I just go home?" her voice was unusually shaky and timid.
" What's up wit' you Bones? After the case you seemed awfully I don't know down I guess."
" Its jus-nothing don't worry," she said, reaching for the door handle.
" That's just it I am worried," he said as he gently took her hand off the door handle "Temperance, look at me." He said. She looked over at him with some persuasion
"Something about the case made you upset, talk to me please?"
After what seemed like hours, she turned her body to him with slight tears brimming her eyes.
" I got a call last night, a friend of mine I met on a dig died last night, he had been having trouble with drugs lately and I didn't know it had gotten so bad." She said letting him wipe away a few fallen tears.
" Its understandable that his death upset you, but-" she cut him off mid sentence.
" Its not that it's just like, I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road. He's taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of his death from being a total surprise." She said shakily. " It just that I have control over my life, but my death can be a total surprise and I don't like how that feels."
" Some things are just like that, things change and people leave and life doesn't stop for anybody." He said.
"I know," she whispered. He leaned over and caressed her in a hug. He thought about what she had said and admitted he was scared to.