Disclaimer: I do not own Bones in anyway shape or form. Well...I sorta do...but its not the Bones you're thinking of. I have 'bones' in my body...not 'Bone' the anthropologist...bones the...(and she continued to ramble until everyone died from boredom...there was a huge investigation and Booth and Bones eventually caught her. Her last words before she was locked away were, "I just meant that I didn't own the show Bones!")
Warnings: descriptive sexual acts between two heterosexuals, interruption of public sex *turn away now if you don't wanna see these things (I'm referring to you, Alyssa...and Arianna...you to...both of you...bye bye)*, and mention of violence and blood.
The Brimstone Bone
Prologue
Heather and her boyfriend John strolled through the park quietly. It was midnight and the moon was gone. Not even a sliver of it could be seen in the black sky speckled with so many stars. She lean her head on his shoulder and allowed her short blond hair mingle with his long messy brown locks. Her dark blue eyes stared into black as they entered a small wooded area. Trees and bushes were everywhere.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. She blushed deeply and smiled at him warmly. John didn't stop there though. His lips went lower and he kissed her eye lids, her nose, then her cheeks and finally her lips. She smiled against his lips and started to kiss back almost instantly. As the kiss started to become heated John became more passionate in his movements. He slammed her back into a nearby tree and started to kiss and bite his way down her neck. Heather's breath hitched and she started to moan, absolutely loving the attention he was giving her body. Her legs gave out from under her and they both slid down to the ground.
John's rough hands roamed over Heather's body teasingly as he pressed her down against the grassy earth. She moaned wantonly and a smirk formed on his lips. He loved making her feel this way. Making her feel like there was no better feeling than his hands touching her. One by one, the buttons of her blouse were undone as John slowly opened her shirt to reveal her full breast. He slowly pulled them free from the brassiere that were imprisoning them and held them in his hands. With a breast in each hand he allowed his thumbs to brush against her nipples causing her blood to flow and the nubs to harden. John could feel Heather's heart pumping harder and harder in her chest because of his ministration.
"John...John...John...J-John..." her voice saying his name only encouraged him to continue but he grew confused as she continued. "John...stop...for a moment...please!"
He whispered huskily in her ear, "Why should I? We've done this in public before..." His lips brushed her own. "What's so different about now?"
"John...I...I think someones watching from the bushes," he blinked looking rather confused for a moment and his eyes slowly followed the gaze of her own to the right of them. He swallowed hard as he saw a pair of amber eyes staring back at them. Their color appeared to be muted slightly because of the darkness of the night. It was a boy. John stood up quickly and rushed over to where the person was hiding. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled the boy out of the bush roughly. The boy looked to be about 17 but light stubble could he seen on his face. His body was lean yet muscular and his hair was short with a dark reddish coloring.
John pulled him up to eye level to get a good look at him. The boy didn't flinch. He didn't even react at all. John started to shake him, "Did you really think that this was a good idea punk...huh kid...did you? Watching a couple like us seem exciting to you...did it give a rush? Wanna know what else will give you a rush? My boot kicking you're sorry little ass!"
Still the boy did not react. John stopped his shaking and look at the boy. He was quite confused to say the least. He gulp and his eyes scanned over him slowly. Even in the slight, almost non-existent light given off my the stars and the far away street lights John could see that all was not well. The boy seemed to pale, to unresponsive. He could also feel something wet and sticky on the young man's clothes. John slowly pulled out his lighter and lit it. He held it just close enough to see what was on the cloth clenched his fist. Red...he saw red as he as the light shown upon the expensive looking fabric. It wasn't red ink. I wasn't red wine or anything similar to that. It was blood, pure and simply. Suddenly the limpness and general stiffness of the body made sense. The wide unseeing eye made so much sense now. John felt sick though his mind hadn't comprehended the full situation just yet.
His eyes went wide and he dropped the boy unceremoniously onto the ground, "Shit!"
"What's wrong John?" Heather sat up and looked at him worriedly. John was shaking and staring at his hands. His lips were quivering slightly. She looked at the boy laying just a few feet away and started to crawl towards him. "Did you knock him out?"
John's voice was heard moment's later. It was dry and it cracked, "Heath...Heather...stop...stay where you are...stay away from him...just...just get dressed and call 911, okay?"
She watched with a look of concern as he slowly knelt down and held two finger against the boys neck, "What? Why? He's just some peeping tom..."
"Well fuck..." John said quietly more to himself at first than to his girlfriend. He seemed sad as he slowly stood up...he turned to Heather, "You need to call 911...because this kid...he's dead Heather."
A/N- well this is certainly an interesting event. Looks like Bones and Booth are going to be called in for a job. If you want me to continue I want seven reviews.
