Here's my latest. I know it's not real great, but I was bitten by an evil plot bunny. This story insisted on being written. I should have it finished in a few days, because I get obsessive when writing.
Disclaimer: They are not mine. I'm only taking them out to play. If they come back a little twisted, well, that can't be helped.
Please R&R. Even if you flame, it means you care. Constructive criticism welcome.
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"Good morning, Agent Booth. Would you like a cup of tea?" Gordon Wyatt was startled to see Booth this early in the morning, especially since he hadn't made an appointment and wasn't expected.
"No, uhh, no thanks. I've gotta go, me and Bones, we got a new case. I can't keep her waiting."
"Did you need me, then?"
"Yeah, I was, umm-ya know what, never mind." Booth decided he wouldn't be able to deal with the horrors of a murder scene after talking to a shrink. That was just too much to ask.
"Surely it must be important, or you would not have troubled me at such an early hour."
"OK then, I'll come by this evening."
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"Dr. Wyatt, are you here?'
"Yes, I'm over here Agent Booth."
Then Booth spotted the old man, who was on his hands and knees amongst his plants. He questioned (and not for the first time today) the wisdom of talking to a man who was paid to see through people. He had met very few people as perceptive as Gordon Wyatt.
"What was it you wanted to talk about?" Gordon genuinely wanted to know. Booth was an interesting man who definitely had more to hide than guilt over the death of a serial killer. Knowing Booth, however, it was most likely guilt of some kind.
"Why don't you make some of your tea first?"
As Dr. Wyatt walked into his house, Booth silently berated himself for ever coming. Since he had, however, he needed time to think. Time to consider just what it was he needed Dr. Wyatt to help him understand.