AN: First Bones fanfic for both me and kawaiigrlmari, who is coauthoring this with me. Please leave reviews and comments!
Summary: In an alternate universe, she's a serial killer continuing the family business while he's a FBI agent who's hot on her heels. Though sometimes, it's more than his job that leads Booth on his search for Bones. B/B. AU.
The Chase
Prologue
Darkness filled the air and shadows of the leaves dotted the trail along the Potomac, the gentle winds muffling any sorts of noise. A damp chill swept through the park, and along the streets of the nation's capitol, keeping most of its residents indoors. Yet one lone figure swept through the darkness; the uncommon chilly nights were her home away from home in the city.
She was barely visible, not to any passerby or late-night guard, but one lone figure stood by the riverside, seeking out her shadow.
Even a short glimpse of her; a jacket moving through the trees, a crunch of a leaf as she stepped on it, the squeal of tires- would set him off. After all, it was what he trained himself to do.
He trained himself to follow her, wherever it lead him, or at any cost. It was his job, to find her, and learn her ways; but for a price.
The risk of loosing his own life, or the life of many more victims, in the process.
A wind whistled across the river, and he shivered, but caught a piece of paper single-handedly as it blew towards him. He stared at the faded lettering, still able to read the message printed on it, as if he knew the words on it by heart.
And that he did, and now, he recited them in a whisper, his eyes on the opposite bank of the river.
Wanted: 'Bones'
Serial killer, weapon of choice: Varies.
Middle-aged female, around 40.
Judged to be able five and a half feet tall.
Contact the FBI immediately if she is spotted.
He crumpled the paper into his hand, and tossed it aside; not caring where it landed, and turned towards the rising sun.
A shadow whipped across the trails in front of him, and his head shot up; eyes straining for a glance. But he missed his chance and only called out to the cold night air in another whisper.
"Bones."