The title: 'Let's play the game!'
Disclaimer-I do not own Bones, 'He' is mine.
Summary: It's a sequel to 'Deadly weekend'. What happened to Brennan? Why is she alone? Who is to blame? It is all His fault. He has killed before and is going to kill again. He killed innocent people only to revenge for what he thinks was a murder.
Prologue
Rudolf had been working on the cemetery for many years. He had seen a lot of things and people but this occurrence he wouldn't forget.
A young woman had been visiting a grave every day during the five previous months. Sometimes she came with a little boy, but more often alone. She would just sit near the grave and speak. Rudolf hadn't heard her words. Neither had he wanted to. During the first two months she used to spend all day long there, but then she stayed only for an hour each day. 'It is because of her pregnancy. And she has a child to look after.' She had barely cried. Only once had Rudolf seen her in hysterics.
That day she cried. She yelled at the grave. She shouted that she didn't know what to do, how he could have left her alone. Then she started to repeat only one phrase 'It is all my fault! I should have saved you!' Rudolf couldn't bear it anymore. He walked to her and kneeled next to her. He hugged her and started to calm her down.
"Shh…don't cry. Your husband is in better world. He is watching over you and your children. You can't change it and you should think about a baby."
"We were not married…but I loved him. I love him…I always will. I need him. I can't live without him…"
"You can. I see you are strong. Let me give you something to drink."
She nodded and stood up. Before leaving she glanced over the headstone. Rudolf looked down too. The headstone read:
'Seeley Booth
1974-2009
Beloved son, father and friend
You'll always be in our hearts'
In his small room she slowly calmed down. Her hysterics ended and only tears were poured down her cheeks. The woman sat in the chair squeezing the glass of water and looking straight ahead. She looked so fragile and hopeless…suddenly she broke the silence.
"I'm sorry. It's because of hormones. I…"
"You don't need to apologize! I understand. It is natural to mourn our relatives. You know if you'll tell somebody it will help. Trust me, I know."
At first she wanted to refuse but then she realized that she really wanted to share it with him. And she started to tell him her story.
I know it's very short! But this is only a prologue. I think it's logical to end it here. The chapters will be bigger!
What do you think? Is it a designing start? Let me know, please! Merry Christmas Sourire :)