AN: this story is going to take a while so I hope some of yall are in for the long hall. Sadly I don't own bones.
This was one of the few times Bones and Booth had not shown up at the crime scene together and Booth was truly starting to regret it. "Well I don't care. Tie her down if you have to do not let her in!" He yelled into the phone as he drove faster. There was no way she should see what was in that building. HE arrived to the small wooden structure. As the cops had said it was in a field of Daisies and the outside of the structure looked perfectly normal, yet he knew what awaited inside. He had been filled in on his speedy drive over. He was just getting out of the car as Bones started to walk in seeming quiet annoyed with the agent blocking her path. She was pushing through him trying to shoulder her way in, just as she ducked under him Booth panicked. "Bones! Wait don't go in!" he said sprinting after her but it was already too late. He saw her freeze in the doorway and he ran a little faster making it to her side in moments. He stood in shock as he entered right next to her. Whatever he had been imagining, this was 10 times worse.
The walls on the inside had been painted white and blood had been smeared on every inch. Hearts where drawn in blood as well as T.B and Tempe. There was blood all over the floor some small splatters others large bottomless pools of red.
On the farthest wall was what gripped Booths heart and made even this strong FBI agent feel terror grip him.
There on the wall were the human remains that they had been called in to examine but it wasn't a regular set of human remains. They had been arranged on the wall to spell out "Bones". The "o" was the actual skull, yet it was not that that scared him. Underneath was a black and white snapshot of Bones peacefully sleeping, in her own bed, in her own home, where she should have been safe.