A/N: Hey guys! I'm on break and I decided to start another Bones fic! Okay now my last story Snow Bound was light and fluffy, but this one is definitely more dramatic. A lot more dramatic. Anyway, I really hope this story gets as positive reviews as did Snow Bound! Here it goes:
Chapter 1: The Case:
She knew the chapter, book and verse. Temperance Brennan was not a religious person, nor was the one to read the Bible, but this verse was cemented in her mind and probably would be for the rest of her existence. This short Bible verse which she had read over time after time in her current case had been read to victim after victim before they were viciously terminated. And now she, the hope of the seven girls found murdered, was the one being read Genesis 9:5.
One week prior…
Special Agent Seely Booth had never been so happy to hear about a dead body in his life. It was starting get boring not having a case to work on two weeks straight, but he'd just gotten a call telling him about a body that was found on the other side of DC and he couldn't wait to tell his favorite forensic anthropologist. After the first week of not seeing Brennan he had begun to go stir crazy. That Friday of their first week apart he had called her, and wasn't able to hang up the phone until he admitted to his partner that the reason why he had called her was because he missed her. He smirked at the thought of their phone conversation; nothing was ever easy with her. Therefore it made sense that falling for her was just as complicated as everything else was.
As he walked into her domain, Brennan's awkward grad student happened to be passing carrying what seemed to be a good 5,000 trays in his arms.
"Hey Zach, where's Bones?"
Zach came to a halt, his reaction surprised, "Are you talking to me Booth?"
"Well, I'm making eye contact, I said your name…I'm pretty sure that means I'm talking to you." He replied pushing his suit jacket back and putting both hands on his hips.
Zack nodded oddly, "Dr. Brennan is in her office."
"Thanks Zack."
Before leaving, Booth patted Zack on the shoulder with an open hand. He couldn't see Zack's reaction but he knew he was probably beaming. Booth remembered the day Brennan had told him to pat Zack that way right after he had told her there were two types of family. He still had no idea why that gesture got Zack so excited but hey that was probably the highlight of that kid's week. As he knocked on her door and caught a glimpse of her sitting behind her desk, he also recalled what a perfect time that would've been to kiss her. Her hair framed her face in loose waves, while her hand which was resting on the side of her head pushed some of it back. He couldn't see her bottom half but he figured she was wearing those jeans she wore when she didn't have a case that drove him crazy to go with the dark purple blouse she was wearing.
Her eyes met his and she closed the book she was reading, leaning back in her leather office chair, "Booth."
"Bones." He smiled and happily let himself in, pushing thoughts of kissing her to the back of his mind.
She pushed her chair back and came around from the behind her desk. Booth smiled quietly seeing she was wearing the jeans.
"What are you doing here?" she asked standing in front of him.
He shrugged, "I have a present for you."
Booth watched as his partner's eyes grew wide and a small smile formed on her face.
"We have a case?" Temperance asked eagerly.
"Body was found on the other side of town outside an abandoned wear house." He said his eyes following her all around the room as she gathered all of her things, "I take it you're ready to go?"
She smiled at him and let herself out of her office.
About a half hour later, the duo was at the scene crossing the yellow tape surrounding the premise. Booth was practically running to keep up with his partner.
"Hey Bones, you wanna take it down to at least a jog?"
She didn't bother stopping but merely glanced behind her, "Booth we have a victim."
"Yeah well I can pretty much guarantee that they are going to get up leave." He replied finally meeting her side.
Brennan looked over at him and rolled her eyes, "If it were you who was the victim you'd want me running to you too."
"Well, if I were dead I wouldn't know the difference."
"So you would rather be left dead and rotting instead of someone finding you?"
"Bones, I didn't say that. I'd want to be found but I'm saying when I'd be found doesn't really matter because I wouldn't know the difference."
"I'd still want to be found as quickly as possible."
Booth touched the small of her back, leading her toward the body, "And as long as I'm around you will be found as quickly as possible."
Brennan didn't say another word, since she didn't know what to say. Right now, she didn't have to say anything though because they were now in the presence of a very gruesome murder scene.
She began to walk closer to the body which was hanging on a cross in a field behind the wear house. After slipping on her latex gloves, she began to examine the remains.
"Female…" she determined, "She's very badly charred but from what I can tell it looks like she's been here for about 2-6 weeks."
"What's the deal with the cross?" Booth commented from some feet away behind her.
Brennan stopped and turned around to look at Booth.
Booth looked at her, "You have something?"
"The cross, the burning, and the imitation of Christ's crucifixion…this girl is definitely the eighth victim."
Booth nodded now seeing her train of thought, "In that case that's been all over the news about the guy who reads Bible verses to his victims before killing them."
"I haven't examined the body thoroughly but it has to be." Brennan nodded, "It's exactly the same scenario depicted in every newspaper. This in no way can be a mere coincidence." Brennan turned around to face the numerous amounts of FBI and forensics teams, "Let's get this body down from the cross!" She looked up at Booth as she removed her gloves, "We have a lot of work to do."
