I've got a new story here, which came to me when I was listening to this song (Cemeteries of London - Coldplay) now I think it could have the potential of becoming a multi-chaptered story, but I'm not sure. So I'm asking you: Let me know if I should continue this or not.

Thanks:)

Disclaimer: Don't own Bones

Cemeteries of London

At night they would go walking 'til the breaking of the day,
The morning is for sleeping…

The falling footsteps of her dark boots in the gravel echoed across the dark and empty grounds. Somewhere in a tree an owl howled. Once. Twice. Three times. It gave her chills, but she didn't know why. It was only a bird. The sky was especially clear tonight, and upthere, high, high in the dark sky a full round moon could be seen. It cast a silver glow across the cemetery.

Raindrops that lay in the grass were highlighted by it's almost magical glare. Headstones became extra creepy because of the shadows that the planet caused. She was currently walking past the older section of the cemetery. People who had been buried for sometimes over a hundred years.

Temperance Brennan shivered involuntarily – the third time since she'd entered the site – and stuck her hands deep into the pockets of her jacket.

Through the dark streets they go searching to see God in their own way,
Save the nighttime for your weeping…
Your weeping…

Behind her something moved in the bushes and she stopped momentarily to look over her shoulder. The bushes had already stopped moving, but she still had the feeling that something was off. Something didn't feel right. It had been three days ago since she'd flown to London with Booth to work a case. They'd needed her help and together – and with the help of the London police – they'd succesfully solved the case. The killer had been put away and they were supposed to fly back to Washington tomorrow morning, but another case had turned up unexpectedly and she'd figured, now she was here anyway..

Again she heard something move and again she glanced over her shoulder. This time the bushes did not stop moving and Brennan stopped, her hand resting at her hip to grab her cellphone when needed. The bushes' shaking got more voilent, until something jumped out and raced across the gravel path to the other side. She let out an audible sigh of relief, her breath forming small clouds in the chilly air.

It was just a rodent.

Singing la lalalalala la lé…
And the night over London lay…

She resumed her journey across the path, but soon found that her path was blocked by a massive stone wall, covered in poison ivy and sticky moss. Booth had told her keep following the gravel road, but what if it was blocked? She could harldy climb over the wall. Looking around, the brunette noticed a narrow dirt road leading through each row of headstones. She'd wanted to avoid those, especially at this hour, but now it was her only option. She looked around once more before stepping onto the nearest narrow path. It was just big enough for her two feet to stand together. Slowly she walked between the headstones, now and then reading their inscriptions. After two minutes of walking, she realised -with a shock – that she'd entered the children's part of the cemetery. The graves and the headstones had gotten smaller, and were still growing smaller with every step she took. Ten years old. Eight years old. Temperance swallowed hard and in stead focused her eyes on the path in front of her. Now and then a frog would jump to get away from her feet. A bat missed her head by centimeters. Wasn't it flying just a little bit too low?

So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts spring,
For their curses to be broken…

Vampires don't exist Brennan. She reminded herself.

Don't be illogical.

She was spending too much time with Booth. His stories were starting to get to her, even if he was just joking around. Most of the time. A cold wind blew across the cemetery and whipped her hair across her face.

She pushed it behind her ears, annoyed, and dug in her pockets for a hairband. Finding one in the backpocket of her jeans, she took a moment to pull her hair into a bun and then continued walking.

A shadow moved a couple of headstones away and she slowed her pace, narrowing her eyes slightly in an attempt to see what it was. The shadow seemed to shrink and then disappear behind the large headstone. She raised an eyebrow and took out her phone while she stepped closer. Dry leaves rustled under her feet and a twig that broke made her jump slightly, but she kept on walking.

When she was only a couple feet away from the headstone she slowed down her pace even move and she was almost walking on tiptoes.

We'd go underneath the arches where the witches are in the saying,
There are ghost towns in the ocean…
The ocean…

Suddenly the same shadow she'd seen before grew quickly in front of her. Then, it started to move away from her and it took her only a split second to realise that the shadow was a person. And that he didn't want her to confront him. That was usually bad news.

''Hey! Stop!'' She yelled and her voice echoed across the cemetery in the cold night. She took off, running after the large shadow, trying to avoid stepping on graves as best as she could. Sure she'd worked with the dead for over ten years, but that didn't mean Booth's stories about disturbing the buried remains hadn't gotten to her. If only just a little bit.

She knew better than to march across peoples last resting place in order to catch someone who could possibly have bad intentions. Soon they were running past the edge of the cemetery, where a row of bushes seperated the site from a dark pine tree wood. The shadow jumped across the bushes and she followed suit, her feet never slowing down. She wasn't getting closer, not was she getting behind.

''FBI!'' A branch nicked her cheek and she nearly tripped over the roots of a particularly big pine tree. In the few seconds it cost her to maintain her balance the shadow sped up and moved further away from her. Soon he was out of her sight and she could no longer hear it's footsteps pounding on the ground. Temperance slowed to a stop. Her breathing was heavy and her legs were itchy from the friction between her jeans and her skin. She sighed and placed her hands on her knees, chest heaving. Deep steady breaths.

Suddenly two strong hands closed themselves around her biceps and she spun around, thrusting out her foot and kicking her attacker in the stomach.

God is in the houses and God is in my head… and all the cemeteries in London…
I see God come in my garden, but I don't know what he said,
For my heart it wasn't open…
Not open…Special Agent Seeley Booth felt all the air leaving his lungs as he stumbled backwards and tripped over a rock, falling down. He coughed and struggled to breathe and to find his voice.

''Bo.. Jeez.'' She was still standing with her feet slightly apart, fists high to defend herself. When she saw it was her partner's ass she'd just kicked she lowered her hands.

''Booth! Don't sneak up on me like that!'' She walked over to him and held out her hand. He ignored it and got to his feet, wiping the dirt of his suit.

''I heard you yell FBI. I figured you got yourself into trouble.'' He said while he holstered his gun and took a good look at her. Her hair was stuck to her sweaty forehead and her clothes were a mess.

''What happened?''

''Someone was hiding behind a headstone. Ran away when he saw me. Or she. I didn't get a good luck at the person, but judging by the way he was running it was a male.'' She pulled her hairband out of her hair, ran her hand through it a couple of times and then pulled it back into a simple ponytail.

''How many times have I told you not to go chasing after random people in the dark. Especially when you're alone and unarmed.''

''Booth! I can take care of myself.'' His hand had found it's usual spot on the small of her back and they were walking again. She rolled her eyes at the slight pressure he was putting on her back. She knew how to walk.

''I don't want to hear it. You're my responsibility as a liasion of the FBI and if you'd gotten hurt right there Cullen would've suspended me for not looking after you.''

''I don't need - '' He cut her off.

''Yes you do. Now focus on the remains we got for you, okay? We've been waiting for over half an hour and I'm freezing.'' She mumbled something incohorent in protest and then decided to just play along.

It was cold, she was tired, she was hungry and she wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

Singing la lalalalala la lé…
There's no light over London today…