Title: The Ghost at the Bureau
Rating: M for language and possible sexual content in future chapters.
Spoiler: Nothing specific so far, just a general knowledge of the show through season 4
Disclaimer: Just like everybody else here, I don't own Bones, except the ones I was born with and the 3 seasons on DVD.
A/N: I have no idea how long this story will be or how long it will take me to write it. I have a sometimes stressful full-time job and writing helps me unwind at the end of the day.
"Bren, are you spending the night?" Angela asked from the base of the platform.
"Of course not. I want to finish the analysis of these remains before I leave. It shouldn't be much longer."
Angels sighed, "Did you forget?"
"No, I have an exceptional memory. We are going to some new club you have been telling me about. However, I'm still not sure why you want to go. Or more to the point, why you want me to go. You would have much more fun alone, or with one of your other friends."
"Brennan, I want you to go. You are my best friend and somewhere in the best friend rule book it says that I have to make sure you see the outside world at least once a year. You know, the place where there aren't skeletons piled to the ceiling and live people exist, with the sole purpose of having fun. Besides, the name of the club is Evolution. Who else would I take?"
Brennan smiled at her friend. "I highly doubt the existence of such a book, but I think I understand what you're saying." Brennan placed the bone she was holding back in it's container, placed the lid on the box, and placed it on the shelf. "And I am now ready to leave."
Angela smiled, looked Brennan up and down and frowned. "Is that what you're wearing?"
"No, actually, I need to run home and change. Give me the address of the club and I will meet you there in an hour or so."
Angela looked doubtful, but wrote directions down and handed them to Brennan."Call me when you get ready to leave. I'll be out front looking for you. And if you haven't called with the hour, I will come get you."
They walked to the parking garage together, Angela chattering about the club and how much fun they were going to have, and how many hot guys they could hook up with. Brennan smiled and let Ange talk. She really was looking forward to a night out, if from only an anthropological view point.
Angela waited a few minutes and dialed Booth's number.
"Booth" was the terse reply.
"Hey, Booth, it's Angela. I was wondering if you could help me out tonight."
Booth laughed. "I'm not sure...."
"Seriously, Booth. Bren is supposed to meet me at Evolution tonight, in about a hour. I want you to make sure she shows up. She's been working 18, sometimes 20 hours a day for the last two weeks and, whether she knows it or not, she needs a night out to unwind."
Booth knew this was true. No matter what time he walked into the Jeffersonian, she was there. "Ok, I'll make sure she's there."
Brennan arrived home and quickly went through her closet to find something Angela would approve of. Pulling out a pair of tight jeans and a white low cut top, she changed and mad her way back to her car.
"Don't you fuckin' touch me, again!" a woman scream.
"Look, bitch, you owe me! You're the one who made the promises, now it's time to pay up."
Brennan whipped around and saw a woman, who she recognized as a neighbor, being pushed into a car. The woman fought her way back out and tried to run, but the man grabbed her arm and pushed her back against the vehicle.
"Let go of her!" Brennan screamed as she ran toward the fighting couple. "She obviously doesn't want to go with you."
"Mind your own, bitch." the man growled as he pushed the woman into the car once again.
Brennan, never being one to back down, used one of her favorite karate moves to get the man away from the car and down on the ground. She positioned herself between the man and the now hysterical woman.
The man howled in anger and pain as he jumped to his feet. Before Brennan could react, he plunged a knife in her chest.
Booth, true to his word, was headed to Brennan's place to ensure she joined Angela at Evolution. What a name for a night club, he thought. It sounded like someplace his Bones would go. He smiled at the thought of watching Bones and Angela get a little tipsy and letting go. He would give a month's pay just to watch Bones get drunk and wild.
As he turned the corner, he saw her running away from her car. As if in slow motion, he watched as she confronted someone, a man, and do a number on him. Then, to his horror, he watched her slump to the ground. He slammed the SUV into park and ran toward her. He man she had fought with was moving around the car, attempting to flee the scene. A woman was sprawled next to Bones on the sidewalk.
"Freeze, FBI!" Booth yelled. The man jumped into his car and sped off.
His first thought was to give chase, then he saw Bones. The red stain spreading on her white shirt. The blood bubbling from her mouth. The wide-eyed look of shock.
He pulled out his phone and dialed 911, gave the location and a brief description of the circumstances. He then dropped his phone and knelt by Bones, lifting her tenderly into his arms.
She looked at his in confusion, "I tried...he..."
"Shh, an ambulance is on it's way. You can tell me everything later. You'll be fine." He whispered, praying it was true.
She shook her head. "I'm sorry."
Booth held her close as she took her final shaky breath.