I grunted as I juggled the Thai food I had picked up for us. I struggled to hold the food while the elevator doors opened. I walked down the hall until her apartment door was in sight.
I froze.
Something was wrong.
Her door was open.
Well… I thought to myself, Maybe she just forgot to close her door when she got home.
Oh, who was I kidding! She wouldn't forget something like that!
The food from my hands as I slowly approached her front door with my hand on my gun. I pushed the door open with my body and looked around. Tables were flipped over along with case files and numerous of papers spread all over the place.
"Bones?" I called out as I stopped and listened.
No response.
So, I kept looking.
As I walked down the hallway, I opened every door, searching it thoroughly before moving on to the next room. I approached her bedroom door when I stepped in something sticky. I lifted my foot to see broken glass surrounded by a pool of blood.
Immediately my gun was out, safety off with my finger on the trigger.
I approached her bedroom door.
Something was fishy.
I quickly moved out of the way as bullets ripped through the bedroom door. When they stopped, I kicked down the door to see Bones standing in the middle of the room as terrified tears streamed down her face as the last person on earth I would want to see held a gun to her head and was holding a strong arm around her neck in the process.
"Hello, Special Agent Booth."
She was back.