Oh, come on ppl, if I owned this, Booth and Brennan would already be together.
4 years ago I went missing outside of my home in Amish Country Pennsylvania. I was not Amish, just a neighbor. On Saturday I tutored the Amish kids. They loved me, I loved them. On one particular Saturday , as I rode home, a man with a knife grabbed me. I struggled, I fought. I failed.
The man stuffed me in to his car trunk. Again I fought. Again I failed. I was in the trunk for 12 hours. At the point where I thought I was dead, the trunk opened and the man ordered me out. I did as I was told. He gave me an outfit that looked like a strippers uniform. He told me to put it on. I refused. He slapped, pinched, and punched me. Again he told me to put it on. Again I refused. After that he apparently didn't need me in that outfit. He was going to rape me with or without the outfit. He raped me.
After he raped me he tied me up. Then he took a knife and stabbed me. 152 times in all. Then he took a baseball bat and beat me. 4 bones broke and my skull cracked open. I saw my brain matter on the ground. I knew I was dead.
The man took my body and left it on a garbage heap to rot. A couple of years later a man named Agent Booth and a woman named Dr. Brennan looked over me. My skeleton was carefully packaged up and brought to the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal Lab. I was re-assembled.
Dr. Brennan looks over me carefully. She determines my death, how I died. I want to tell her. Everything. My who, what, when, where, why and how. I can't. I am now a ghost. I watch Angela make a 3-D model of my upper body. They try applying various features to me. Black, white, mixed race. They find no match. Until they apply Native American features to me. Then I appear before them. They know my name now. They know my story. My family has closure.
My ghostly self sees a light. I am overjoyed. I am at peace. I move on, but not before causing a little mischief. In my ghostly way I pick up a pen and a piece of paper from Dr. Brennan's desk. I write, "Thank you, Dr. Brennan. I am at peace now- Summer Valentine"
NO POV
Dr. Brennan went to her desk to get her purse when she saw the note.
"Booth, look at this" she said, giving to note to Booth
"You think it's from her?" Booth said
"Ghosts don't exist"
"I'm just saying, she could have written it from beyond the grave. Things like this do happen"
"Whatever." Dr. Brennan said, snatching the note back and throwing it in the trash.
"Come on, let's go" Booth said impatiently
"In a minute, I'll meet you in the car" Dr. Brennan said
"OK"
After he left Dr. Brennan took the note out of the trash. Slipping the note in to her pocket, she murmured to herself "My little secret" before going to catch up with Booth.
FIN
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