Hi Guys! So this is my first fanific, so sorry if its awful.
Trigger Warning: if you have ever self-harmed and this might be considered a trigger please don't read!
Unfortunately i don't own bones, just the plot.
Enjoy. Reviews are always a nice surprise!
Dr. Temperance Brennan sat in her office. It was later at night, only she and the Jeffersonian security guard were left at the building. Tempe was going over the case file of the day, two teenagers found in the park. They were found holding hands, the boy giving his life to protect the girl. She sighed, knowing that she would never have this sort of relationship. Subtle distractions danced through her vision. The thoughts that possessed her soon engulfed her as she became distracted and made mistakes in her work (she never made any mistakes). She knew she needed to refocus. Putting away the file she reached over to the bottom left drawer of the desk. Opening her drawer like she had done so many times in the past she pulled out a small box. These boxes were hidden in many places she frequented, like behind a tile she had so carefully removed in the bathroom in the lab and the one she kept under the sink at home. The contents of these boxes were all the same; a pack of tissues, gauze, medical tape, Band-Aids, and a razor. This ritual had been practiced and perfected many times before, and the amount of scars that littered her arms date back to her high school years. Yes, rational Temperance Brennan was a cutter, but to her this was a version of the perfectly acceptable ritual of bloodletting used to cure melancholy. She brought the small piece of metal to the middle of her forearm, pressing to make a straight horizontal line across her skin. Five more lines soon found their way onto her skin before she sat back to access the damage. Cleaning up was fast and before she knew it she was leaving the lab and heading home. She collapsed on the couch, hungry, but too tired to make a meal. She was trying to process too much again sitting there. Should she go to the bathroom or the kitchen sink and take care of the urges? Would twice in one day be too much? She had never heard of people in her anthropologic studies bloodletting twice in the same day. A knock at her door startled her out of the thoughts. Glancing at the clock she saw it was 12:30 in the morning. "Well, it's ether Booth or a burglar," she thought to herself. Looking through the peephole in her door she swung it open to reveal the handsome FBI agent who happened to be her partner. "Booth! What are you doing here so late?" she questioned.
"I saw you leave the lab really late and I wanted to check and see if you were ok." He said as her stomach growled. "Have you eaten?"
"No" Temperance sighed. "It never crossed my mind."
"Well," said her partner, "I brought some Chinese food, if you're interested" he laughed at her delighted face as he pulled the bag out from behind his back. They sat down in front of the TV and turned on some random channel. After the meal they both fell asleep on the couch, not noticing they were holding hands.