Hey guys.
So here it is, another Bones fanfic. I hope this ones good.
So this isnt the actual storyline, people. This is just an intro into what happens that night. You'll see what I mean.
Disclaimer: Unfortunatley I do not own bones.
Working late at night,they sat at Brennan's desk, discussing the case. Everyone else had left the Jeffersonian, leaving only them behind, and one other security guard. All was quiet; the only sounds their voices filling the room.
They never suspected that in a few hours, they would be locked away, separated from the world, and no one would know where they were.
It was well after midnight when Brennan and Booth finally ended up leaving the Jeffersonian. Booth helped Brennan into her coat, then put his hand into the small of her back, leading her out the door.
He nodded to the security guard on the way out, who in return touched the brim of his hat, then walked to turn off all the lights and lock the Jeffersonian. Brennan and Booth walked past him, and out the door.
There was a cool breeze. Brennan felt it slap onto her face, chilly but soothing from the warmth inside the Jeffersonian. Booth wrapped his arm around Brennan, thinking she was cold.
Though she wasn't, she didn't object.
They walked to Booth's car. Brennan climbed in, then realised just how cold it was outside. Booth also climbed into the car, then cranked up the air con. The car warmed in minutes.
On the way back to Brennan's apartment, they rediscussed the case, running over everything to try and fit a hypothesis with evidence. They couldn't think of anything, and so soon the car turned silent, except for the hum of the air con.
At Brennan's apartment, Booth parked then walked up with her. Though he was pretty sure she could walk up the stairs by herself, he wanted to be near her, just in case.
They reached the top of the stairs, and then Brennan pulled out her keys and unlocked the door. They stepped into her apartment, Booth flopping down onto the lounge, and Brennan checked her phone messages.
4.
One from her publisher.
One from a telemarketer.
One from Angela.
And another, in an undistinguishable voiceover.
Look behind you, it said.
Brennan turned. Too late she saw Booth lying on the ground, his head emitting a lot of blood from a wound on his head.
And then she saw a crow bar, slicing through thin air, then landing hard on her head.
She never saw her attacker.
She crumpled to the ground.
So, as i said, that was not the main storyline. Thats why its really short. That will come next chapter. Please review the story and tell me what you think - and i dont care if it's bad! I mean, you've already come this far reading it, so its not that hard to click one more button!
Thankyou for reading.