Okay, I will probably not have internet for the following week, and therefore I'm uploading a few fics this evening. Just so that you're all aware ;) Anway, Feel free to look at all my stories (On my page, as they usually are ;))
This story is divided in to three parts, and I will do my very best to get internet during this week, but if not, the next update will be on Friday, so please add this story to Story Alert so that you get updated when it does ;)
It is about B&B and a therapy-session with Dr. Sweets.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Bones.
"Okay, Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth" Dr. Sweets started. He looked at them with a strange look on his face. "Why are you sitting so far apart?"
Indeed they were; Agent Booth on the right side and Dr. Brennan on the left. Thought they usually sat a bit apart, it was never this much.
"Because Bones' being unreasonable"
"I am not being unreasonable" Brennan had to argue with him, it was what she did.
"Bones, just because you say so, doesn't make it true!" he turned towards her.
"But I am angry with you. I'm not unreasonable"
"Guys…" Sweets tried to but in but it didn't work very well since neither of the parts paid any attention to him
"When you're angry, you're unreasonable" Booth gave her a charm-smile
"You know that's not going to work, right? I mean it will take a bit more that your stupid smile to make things better" she was speaking fast and used her angry voice
Wha…it's not my fault! Besides, you already did that so now we're even!"
"I started it? What do you mean 'I star…?" she got cut off.
"Guys" Sweets spoke a bit louder
"Yes you started it. But that's not the issue here" Booth ignored Sweets "The issue is you"
"Me?"
"Yes, you"
"How?"
"The reason I did it was because I was concerned about your safety, so if that was a bad thing for me to do, then I don't mind you being angry with me"
"What gives you the right to…?"
"GUYS!" Sweets yelled
They stopped to look at him. He was standing up; leaning over the table and staring at them both.
"Could you please tell me what all this is about? I may study the human mind but I'm not a mind reader"
"Well, Bones is a bit sensitive when it comes to this so I think I should tell him"
"I am not sensitive, I just don't like it"
Sweets could sense another quarrel so he decided to step in.
"Okay, we'll make this an exercise" he said and picked up his notepad "Why don't we let Agent Booth start and whenever Dr. Brennan disagrees, she will interrupt and speak her mind. Booth cannot interrupt you while you're doing so, Dr Brennan. When I tell you to switch, you'll switch so Dr. Brennan gets to pick up where Agent Booth left off and you'll do the whole thing vice versa. Do you both understand?"
They nodded.
"Okay Agent Booth, start"
"So there's this case where a serial killer murders single women in their thirties and leaves a note besides them, like he's letting them know why he did it" He started
"They are not 'notes' Booth, they are letters. Sometimes with more than one page too" she told Dr. Sweets
"Do you see what she does? I barely got to finish the sentence before she cut me off"
"Agent Booth, remember what I said; no interr…"
"That was NOT interrupting" Booth said
Sweets looked at Brennan for support in that question
"What are you looking at me for?" she asked "Booth is right; it wasn't an interruption. I was finished"
"Thank you, Bones" he looked at Sweets with an I-told-you-so-look on his face.
"Fine" he looked down in his notepad "Please continue Agent Booth"
"Fine…umm…so anyway, this guy left LETTERS by his victims and we found that the killer wrote three letters to each of the victims, basically telling them to find someone or it would be too late"
Boxes, clothes and papers everywhere, bits and pieces of a smashed lamp and pictures spread around the apartment. Everything had been similar in all three apartments. The apartments of the three women the killer had got a hold of so far. The same in every apartment; messy except for a couple of papers in an envelope which read the name and address of the place where each victim worked. One letter started with:
[Dear Ophelia, I fear that your choice of lifestyle does not fulfill your greater purpose. The only way out of this is to find you a man, a man who brings you joy and happiness. I've seen you. You're heartbroken, and the only way to put that past you is to find your new love…]
And so the letter continued; two, three pages of "help against a broken/empty heart". Each of the first letters had started like this. The only difference was the name, the fact of a broken heart and possibly a phrasing here and there. In the end, there was a note telling them that if there was any mentioning of this to the police, there would be serious consequences. It had also read that he only wanted their best and that they could expect the next letter about three weeks from that day. Booth was confused. He didn't get what maniac would do something like this. He started reading the second letter:
[Dear Ophelia, I warned you. You need to get your life together. This is not a proper lifestyle for a lovely person like you. I think you need to find someone fast because if you don't then there will be a better place where you will find someone great and I will help you find it…]
This was more threatening than the last one, Booth noticed. He picked up the last letter and started reading it:
[Dear Ophelia, You had your chance. I tried to get you to do it on your own but you seem to be incapable of doing so. Therefore I will be so kind and help you. I will appear when you least expect it. I only want the best for you.]
That was it. The third letter had been the same for all the victims. Booth compared them to the letters found next to the bodies. He compared the photos of the crime scenes; none of the murders had been the same. One had been smothered in her bed, one had been burned to death in a fire in the woods and the last one, Ophelia, had been killed by a sharp blunt object to the back of her head. Booth did not get this.
"Okay, does this have something to do with the reason you did something to Dr. Brennan's dislike?" Sweets was getting impatient
"Yes, because…"Brennan started.
"Sorry, still my turn Bones" Booth smiled again
"Fine" she leaned back.
"Okay, so Angela compared the handwriting and came to the conclusion that it was the same guy, I came to find Brennan…"
"Bones?" he knocked on her open door. No sign of her anywhere.
He walked over to her desk. Her computer was on and it was a screensaver running. The screensaver said "Booth" in big letters. He was curious; if she had his name as a screensaver, what else did she have? He moved the mouse and a message appeared on a Word-page
[I knew you would come here and look around on my computer Booth, I know you. I just wanted to tell you that Cam and I tried calling you. There is the skeleton of a child found at the bottom of a river so they asked me to come. I called you several times so I think you should check your voicemail…]
He did, there were two messages from her.
[…You checked didn't you? Anyway, I told Cam to tell you that I was going to be back soon, but she said she'd be gone most of the afternoon so I thought I'd leave you this note. Make yourself comfortable and I'll be back soon
//Brennan]
He tried making himself comfortable by adjusting the chair, but when he did, his knee jammed up against her desk, causing a hidden drawer to open. He looked inside; there were three letters in it. It was the same letters as in the three other women's apartment. He tried reading one:
[Dear Temperance, I can not stand to see you like this, so sad and depressed. It's the reason I decided to help you…]
"Is this a total waste of my time or does it actually have a purpose?" Sweets had to know.
"It has a purpose, but if you want to find out, I suggest you keep your mouth shut. So…" Booth was interrupted by Sweets.
"Okay, Agent Booth, Switch"
"What?"
"It's Dr. Brennan's turn now" Sweets said.
"But I…"
"Booth, it's my turn now" Brennan sounded a bit happier
"Fine" Booth sat down with crossed arms.
"So I came into my office and found Booth reading my letters…"
"What do you think you're doing!?" she was offended. What gave him the right to search her office?
"Bones, I accidentally found these, I swear!" Booth defended himself
"I don't believe you"
"I did find those accidentally" Booth wanted to make it clear.
"Yeah fine, Can I just get on with the story? So, as I was saying, Booth was sitting there with my letters…"
"Why haven't you shown me these?" Booth demanded an explanation and it better be a good one. After all he did for her; he even took a bullet for her and she wasn't comfortable with telling him his life was in danger? What was wrong with her!?
"I thought they were some stalking letters. I've had them before, Booth" she sounded calm
"Bones, this is serious. Three other women have been murdered and they were found with the same letters… hey, what do you mean you've had letters like these before?"
"Booth, when you're the number one best selling author, you're bound to have some stalkers." She sounded as if she couldn't care less.
"Bones, why haven't you told me you had stalkers? I could have done something; found them and give them a restraining order, threatened them…"
"Booth, don't you see!? This is exactly the reason I didn't tell you!" she was getting all worked up "because you do this"
"Do what?"
"THIS!" she gestured a lot with her hands "You get all worked up and do your F.B.I. thing. It's not like I can't handle it"
"Bones, people have been STALKING you. S-T-A-L-K-I-N-G! Do you realize how serious this is?"
She didn't answer. She picked up her things and left. At the door, she turned.
"Tell Cam I went home" she sounded hurt.
"Look, I don't mean to be a bore, but do we get to the point soon?" Sweets asked
"Sweets, some things need more time than others. You of all people should know that" Booth gave him a look.
"Okay, fine, I just have to…excuse me…" he moved towards his desk and lifted the phone "Hey Sheryl, I need you to cancel my next two appointments…yeah…this is going to take a while"
Brennan and Booth tried talking to one another while he was on the phone but they only ended up bickering so they gave up.
"I'm sorry guys where were we?" Dr. Sweets sat down again.
"Well, I left Booth in my office…"
"Hey Ange" Brennan sat down in Angela's office.
"Hey sweetie" Angela was drawing something.
"What are you drawing?" Brennan was curious.
"Nothing" Angela quickly closed her sketchpad. "Did you need something?"
"A friend"
"Sweetie, is something wrong?"
Brennan gave her a look
"Fine, I knew, but what do you want me to do"
"Can we go to lunch?" Brennan walked towards the door
"Yeah, sure"
They exited the room. Booth followed them with his eyes. He was still standing in Brennan's office and Brennan saw him.
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