Looking around her neatly organized artifact filled apartment, she sighed. Accolades from foreign governments. Doctorates from Universities. She was in demand as the best forensic anthropologist in the world.
Her mind was filled with facts and knowledge that to some would be considered useful. Her body had been an object of many men's desires.
But her heart was empty. Her soul was lonely. Her throat tightened as she felt the familiar burn between her nose, throat and eyes. She blinked furiously trying to hold off the onslaught of tears.
Some days she woke up and wondered if anybody would miss her if she was gone? She had no family to speak of. Her parents and brother abandoned her when she was a child. She was never a very social child; never knowing what to say and when she did speak it was usually wrong or didn't know or understand what others were talking about.
Finally meeting a boy out of high school and getting into a relationship with him, he did nothing more that use and abuse her, mentally and physically. That's how she learned to be more assertive and defensive. He had burned all the bridges that he was given and expected her to put him up and take care of him. The only way she got away from him was by moving completely after she had gotten tired of his stalking. To this day she still had nightmares about him finding her.
For a few brief moments her mind went to that time and place where she was scared, crying and humiliated driving in the old beat up car she had, with her ex sitting next to her, screaming at her about something she had said after he had thrown a milkshake at her. Her hair and body covered in the sweet sticky concoction, trying unsuccessfully to walk into a convenient store in the middle of the day with dignity pretending she was alright as bystanders looked at her in shock and puzzled at the young girl who was obviously in a bad situation pretended.
Now here she was almost 15 years later feeling just as alone only under much different circumstances.
If she was to disappear would anyone miss her? Sure work would, but would the people she came into contact on a daily bases? The doorman, the online forums, Twitter and Facebook 'friends' she had met, her colleagues?
Folding her legs up and tucking them under her, she bowed her head and began crying.
If she died would anybody miss her? For who she is, not for what she knows?
If she died would anybody care?
She began shaking. Her body was trembling with the tears.
"Bones! Wake up baby! Bones come on, wake up!"
She slowly became aware that someone was yelling at her. Booth. Yes, Booth, her husband. The man that had and would do anything for her was shaking. The man who had given her a child. The man who promised her through words and actions that she would never be alone again. He loved everything about her including her awkward social mannerisms.
To his surprise her eyes finally popped open and she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a fierce hug.
"Thank you for not letting me ever be alone again!" she cried into his neck.
AN This may be a little OOC but I've had some emotional stuff going on lately and this is what it boils down to.