I do not own Bones.
This chapter may seem confusing but it will make sense in the end.
CHAPTER ONE.
Friday
Booth woke to the sound of the alarm clock buzzer echoing around the room. His head was pounding with the worst headache he had ever felt in his entire life. He was in unfamiliar surroundings, plain white walls, flowery curtains that were blocking out the sunshine that was just filtering through. His hand felt for the button to shut the alarm off and as he stretched across his hand suddenly touched skin that was not his own. "What! who?" he mumbled, squinting his eyes as he became more accustomed to the light. As he tried to sit up his hand touched something, it was warm and sticky and then quickly pulling his hand away he was shocked to discover it was blood. "What the hell!". Quite startled he jumped out from the bed backing away slightly. He pulled back the curtins letting the sunlight radiate the room and that was when he saw her on the bed. A young brunette woman who he vaguely recognised, her skin was completely white and her lips were blue she was wearing a thin camisole top with plain pants not that you could make out the color anymore as now they were stained with red blood. Booth immediatly checked for a pulse but with this amount of blood it looked like there was no hope and then he discovered his own feelings ran true there was no pulse. Booth grabbed his cell phone and quickly dialled but then he thought for a second how was he going to explain this how was he going to explain that he had just woken up next to a dead body.
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