Title: Fragile Rock
Author: LeaCielo
Summary: …he crushes into bed with closed eyes wishing he hadn't woken up at all…
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Bones'...
• Fragile Rock •
Wednesday 07.14 AM
He dreams of paradise islands, her soft kisses and gentle caressing, silent whispered words, passionate love-making while the waves slam against their sizzling bodies. Finally he has her. And she perfect. Even more than perfect…
Ringing of his phone startles him from utter perfection he's dreaming. He fights against loads of blankets he's being covered with, struggling hard to reach his phone. Open window sends wave of cold air into his room and he shivers. He reaches out for the phone and quickly wraps himself back into the pile of blankets.
"Booth…" His voice sounds like a squeaky chalk against the board. He clears his throat and cuddle furthers into the covers.
"Booth, it's Caroline." Her voice sounds way too loud in his awakened head so he slightly shifts his phone away from ear. "Your eye-patch guy… he's dead." For a second he has no idea what she's talking about. And then he remembers and closes his eyes, relieve everything's over. "Killed himself last night, one clean shot to his useless coward head."
"Oh, thank God that ended…" Booth rolls on his back and shields his eyes from the annoying sun rays. "Do you need me at the crime scene?"
"Well, it would be nice if you show up, cherie." He rolls his eyes at her sarcasm and he is 100% sure she's smiling into the phone. "You know - authority, paperwork and stuff… I think you get the picture…"
He shifts in his bed, pulling the covers higher almost to his chin, trying to make himself comfortable. A spark of gold on the table catches his attention. His brows furrow and he reaches out for the thing.
Blankets fall down revealing his naked chest.
It's a watch. Bones' Rolex.
Another wave of chill air reaches him, making his skin crawl.
And then it dawns to him.
"You there cherie…?" Voice on the other end of the phone shatters the bubbles in his foggy head.
"Yeah, yeah…" He grasps the dangling watch in his hand and turns his head towards window, craving for a crumble of air to clear hazy mind. "Yeah, I'm… I'm here…"
"Be. At the crime scene. Now. Bye."
Dead tone from his phone transfers into his psyche and for a few minutes that's the only sound he hears. Her watch is still in his hand and blank expression is still on his face. He moves palm over his features and then he runs fingers through the hair. Finally, he crushes into bed with closed eyes, sheets around him jump, wishing he hadn't woken up at all.
~ tbc ~