Hi. Although I have posted on the forum, this is my first time on I wrote this story with my friend a while ago but we were too nervous to put it up. Now we're thinking "Sure why not? What's the worst that could happen?" Images from the old Dr Pepper ads are now springing to mind . . .
We wrote this after Season One ended while having a sleepover. It's slightly different to the one on the forum. Hope you enjoy it!
Also I'd like to thank Xelif who pointed out a typo (now corrected).
Orla
Disclaimer: We don't own any of the characters in Bones.
Vive Las Vegas – Chapter One
The twinkling stars reflect off the black computer screen of Dr Temperance Brennan's monitor. The clock reads one o'clock in the morning as an exhausted looking Brennan pulls herself up off her chair and switches off the lights in her office. The lab is already in darkness as everyone else has gone home. She leaves her office to make her way home stifling a yawn with one hand.
Special Agent Seeley Booth is sprawled across his couch surrounded by numerous files and envelopes. The last case had been a nightmare but he and Brennan had finally caught the serial killer. The final body count was 13, mostly children and young teenagers. The 13th victim had died right in front of them and they couldn't do anything to help her. It had put a strain on his relationship with Brennan as she blamed herself for not being able to prevent the vulgar death of the 15-year-old orphan.
As his head begins to loll to one side the irritating buzzing of his telephone wakes him. A dishevelled looking Booth reaches for his phone and reluctantly answers it.
"Booth," he mumbles gruffly.
"Cullen here," comes the reply, sounding awake and alert. "We've got a situation on our hands."
"What is it? What's wrong?" Booth can hear the tension in his boss's voice.
"I need you to collect Dr Brennan and come to HQ immediately."
"But why? What's going on?"
"Not over the phone. It's not a secure enough line. I'll see you and Dr Brennan in half an hour."
And the line goes dead.
Brennan slips into her apartment. She throws the keys onto her coffee table along with her coat and flops onto her bed. She kicks off her shoes and is just dosing off when a series of loud knocks disturbs her. Groaning inwardly she yells.
"Who is it?" She is surprised to hear a frustrated Booth yell back.
"Its me. Let me in, it's important."
She drags herself off the bed and opens the door. Booth hurries into her apartment and grabs her coat and keys from the coffee table.
"Booth what are you doing here? What's happening?"
"I can't explain because I don't know myself but I do know whatever it is, it's bad."
Too groggy to protest, Brennan grabs her shoes from her bedroom and her bag from the kitchen table and follows Booth out to his shiny, black, Crown Victoria.