This is some random thing that came into my room yesterday midnight that I had to write down. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Bones isn't mine; I wish it was with a passion.
Dr. Temperance Brennen, an ass-kicking forensic anthropologist, smart, cocky, a woman who can argue with you until your ears fall off, she can look at bones and know its life story like the back of her hand, and she works with a killer hot FBI agent. But you see, under this great kick-ass life, Dr. Brennen isn't the greatest people person and comes off to a lot of people as "cold, distant, and alienating."(HEY!!!) But you know what? Under that hard ass shell of hers, there is something soft in there. And one day that hard shell will be soften and a nice, sweet side will show.
"No thanks Angela, not tonight. I have a lot of things to catch up on," Dr. Temperance Brennen said through her cell phone as she got out of her car. "Look it just started snowing, I'm not going out."
"Aww, sweetie, seriously, TGIF, live a little," her best friend Angela noted through the phone. The sound of the loud music from the club she was at sounded over her voice.
"Ange, I am already at my apartment," Tempe yelled hoping Angela could hear it, "I gotta go, call me later." She dropped the phone before Angela could stop her and put it in her purse. She opened shut her door and opened the passenger back seat to pull out her briefcase and folders.
After locking her car, she started to walk to her apartment building, pulling her jacket tighter around her mouth as the wind blew the snow into her face. She got to the front door and heard a loud wail coming from her left side. She turned to the sound, not sure of what it was. The wail came again, this time she definitely heard it coming from the bushes.
She carefully walked to the bush where the wailing was coming from. Curious, she kneeled down and pushed the small branches aside to see a small orange-cream kitten. She slightly laughed at the cute animal that was entangled between the small branches. The kitten wailed again.
Tempe couldn't just leave the small animal stuck there while it was beginning to snow hard. She then set her briefcase carefully on the ground and moved the branches around the kitten and pulled it out. She set the kitten on the ground and let go of the bush's branches.
"There, now you can go home," she said to it. She thought to herself with a scrunched face and said, "That wasn't too logical, cats don't understand you. Now I sound like a manic."
The kitten meowed in satisfaction and moved inside her coat. It nuzzled her leg and purred at the warmth. Tempe rolled her eyes at the scene but found it cute.
"Okay, shoo, go home," she said to it again pulling it out of her jacket and standing up with her briefcase. She looked down and saw the kitten giving her big eyes. "Shoo."
She began walking back to her front door and heard a padding walk behind her. She turned to see the kitten continuing to follow her. "Shoo," she tried again. "I can't take you in. I am not the greatest owner."
It just stared at her and meowed.
She turned back and opened the door to get into her building. Unknowing to her the kitten had slipped in behind her. She picked up her mail and continued through the lobby, the kitten following her quietly without her knowledge.
When she got to her door she felt as though something was following her. She looked around cautiously but didn't see anyone or thing. She pulled out her keys and unlocked her door. It was then that she felt something brush up against her leg. She looked down and saw the same kitten.
"What did I tell you? I am a horrible pet owner," she said to it sternly. It didn't seem to care for it nuzzled against her. It seems cute, she thought looking down at the tiny animal. "I'm sorry I can't, don't you have an owner?"
With no answer she opened the door of her apartment and walked in. The kitten attached to her like it was magnetized.
"Oh no, it's in my apartment," Tempe said to herself. She knew now that she was going to have a hard time letting it go outside. She left the door open set down her stuff, took off her jacket, and picked up the kitten.
"Collar?" she asked feeling the kitten's neck for one. "None." It purred. She brought it up eye to eye. "What am I going to do with you?" The kitten meowed and stared at her with its big eyes hoping to stay. Tempe didn't know why but she felt her heart soft and felt bad if she made it stay outside.
"Fine, you win," she said. Like the kitten understood her it meowed in satisfaction. Tempe shut the door. "Only until tomorrow, I am taking you to the shelter tomorrow."
After finding a place for the kitten sleep she decided to make some dinner. It was until then that she realized that she needed to find something for the kitten to eat. She found a small bowl and filled it with milk, and before she could place it on the ground the kitten jumped onto the kitchen counter and began licking the milk.
"Guess you are staying up here," she said.
After a couple minutes she sat eating and looking at the kitten at the counter. She tucked a hand against her cheeked and thought. "I wonder where you came from." The kitten looked up to her and meowed. "I don't know if I should give you a name." Meow. "You want one?" Meow. "Okay, I think I'll call you Birdie. You like it?" Meow. "Guess so."
The rest of the night the kitten snuggled up between Tempe's feet while she worked. By the time she was done it was late, so she decided to get some sleep. Placing the kitten, I mean Birdie, in a shoe box at the end of her bed she then slid into her sheets.
After a few moments of trying to fall asleep she felt something pressing on her legs. She looked up and saw Birdie padding her leg.
"What are you doing?" she said as she sat up to pick up the small animal. Meow. "Oh, you want to sleep on my bed too?" Meow, nod. "Evil." She slightly laughed and just placed Birdie on her bed before lying back down. She watched as Birdie padded an area in her comforter and laid down next to her. "I think I might keep you," she said softly petting the animal before falling asleep.
Who would've thought a small furry kitten could soften the heart of the good Dr. Temperance Brennen.
Lol ok I don't know if any of you read the books but I just forgot what color Birdie is. But orange-cream is very nice. D Did you like it though? I was thinking of continuing too, should I? Review Plz!