A Story From Above
Chapter 1
Intro
POV Brennan
Booth and I had just finished a case that really hit home for me. Over the last month or so we have been getting called out to a scene where there would be a beaten and murdered child or teenager. They all happened to be from the Foster Care System. As we worked and worked we (like always) figured out who was reasonable for the murders. We are now seated at the diner. Sitting here I had made a choice about whether or not I was going to go on the dig I was asked to head. I know that I have to tell Booth here and now. I look up from my salad, Booth's chocolate brown eyes bore into mine.
"Bones, penny for your thoughts?" Booth asked.
"I don't know what that means"
"I want to know what you're thinking in that genius brain of yours."
I push my salad around with my fork and answered, but it came out as a whisper. "I got an offer to go and head a dig in Indonesia. I'm going to go and I leave in four days."
Booth's fist slammed down onto the table and began to yell. "Damn it Bones! No!"
I couldn't take him yelling at me so I got up and ran out of the diner. I need to get away. I spotted a deserted bench across the street and I walked over to it and took a seat. My elbows rest on my knees as I burry my head in my shaking hands.
"Bones."
I hear him call my name and I know he is walking towards me. He is almost at the bench so I jump up and start to head the other way. Looking over my shoulder I could see him jogging to catch up to me. I pick up the pace. Not fast enough. He has a light hold on my upper arm now. I turn towards him.
"Bones I can't let you run away anymore… You don't know what it feels like to not know if the person you love is coming back."
The next thing I know is my eyes fly open and all I can see is darkness. I figure out that I am sitting straight up in my bed alone. It was all just a dream. Laying down I roll onto my side and look at the clock it is 2:30am. I shut my eyes to go back to sleep and I hear a slight sound that sounds like knocking. My house makes noise all the time it is very common lately. Closing my eyes for the second time again I hear knocking and it is now louder than it was before. Getting out of my bed I don't even think of grabbing my robe I just keep walking towards the door. As I make my way over to the door in just a pair of Booth's sweatpants he let me wear once and a white tank top I hear knocking and I can tell who is knocking at my door. Just to be careful I look through the peep hole and confirmed that it was Booth. Wondering why he is here so late I fling my door open.
"Booth is everything ok?"
Looking at him I became very worried. He looks into my eyes and I can tell right away that he has been crying and that there are more tears threatening to fall. Before he could even answer my question I throw my arms around his neck. His arms lock around my waist. This is a "guy hug" and I can tell that this is what he needs at the moment. His tears are now rolling down his face and collecting on my bare shoulders. Pulling him closer to me he moves his head and whispers into my ear
"Pops….Pops is dead."