This is my first attempt at a fan fiction. I'm new at this but I just had this idea and I felt the need to share it!
Rating: Right now I'll keep it at a T but I'm pretty sure I'll be kicking it up to an M at some point in time.
Disclaimer: I don't own bones. No matter how much I want to.
This is a tad angsty but mostly it's about hurt comfort and I'm sure later that will lead to our favorite three letter word.
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Her head was crushed into her chest with such force that he knew it had to hurt. Her eyes squeezed shut as she reached for his hand. Her long lean fingers closer around his broad ones, as he pushed thoughts that were evoked by touching her aside. Sex is not what she needs right now, damn it. His thumb brushed over her skin in comfort as they waited for the bailiff to return.
The bailiff enter the room and Brennan's head immediately shot up as the heavy oak door slammed closed watching for what seemed like forever as he handed a small piece of paper to the judge. The Judge nodded his head curtly and returned the paper as the bailiff who then proceeded to the jury box. A jury member took the piece of paper and slowly opening it.
"In the case of Max Kennan we the jury find him guilty, of eight counts of first degree murder and hereby sentence him to death be lethal injection, ".
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Okay I know that this wasn't a long chapter but I need to know if I should bother continuing before I do. So read and review, just know that if I do continue it the chapter will be much, much longer.