I first wrote this on my blog and figured it would be another B-Squared fanfiction piece. The story centres around episode 19 of season 10 where Bones finds out about Booth's gambling debts. My OC Asanashia will make an appearance in later chapters. Happy reading and as usual, reviews are welcome, and flames can stay the hell away from me.
It was supposed to be a quick undercover mission. Go in, play a few rounds and apprehend the suspect. I held my urge to go all in at bay for as long as I could, but I knew in my gut that it's inevitable. I'm a gambling addict, and addicts can't resist the temptation of being lured back down into the rabbit hole. I should be ashamed of myself. I have a beautiful family with the woman I love more than life itself and what do I do? Hop right back onto the gambling wagon and destroy the best thing that has ever happened to me.
I managed to hide my downward spiral from my beloved Bones for a few days, but karma has a way of biting you in the butt. A bookie came by the house while I was at work and my daughter Christine answered the door. He asked her if her father is home and she told him that she doesn't talk to strangers and that her daddy is a police officer. The bookie smiled at her response as Bones came to the door to see who it was. Her face went from warm and welcoming to stone cold in a matter of seconds when the bookie told her that he's come to collect my debt. "If your husband doesn't pay up, there will be consequences," he said. "I'm sure that you don't want your daughter to grow up without a father." He warned before turning on his heels and left.
That night, after I came home from work, Bones confronted me. She told me that the bookie visited the house this morning asking for money. "I have given him the money that you owe," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "I thought that you have gotten past this now that we have a family, but it looks like I was wrong. I'd like you to leave this house immediately." A part of me wanted to yell at her, to tell her that she can't do this, but another part of me knows that it's for the best. If I continue down this road, it would only do more harm than good. Bowing my head in shame, I picked up my duffel bag and went out the door. I guess this is what it feels like to hit rock bottom.
Sorry to start off on the angsty side but it had to be done. Chapter 2 will be posted shortly.