Notes; Yeah, here it is again chapter 3. I decided I didn't like the previous version so I took it off and made some adjustments. Took me a little longer to put it back up, but I had to work and stuff so anyway.. here it is! I hope you like it and leave me a review I like them, they make my day!
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Chapter 03 – No one.
No one.
She had expected to see someone standing in front of her in the hallway, but no one was there. The hallway was empty and slightly dark.
Temperance pulled a confused face and glanced at her watch, it was way past midnight so it wasn't unsual that the hallway was empty, still something about it didn't feel right. She stepped outside and peered through the darkness at the end of the hallway, but didn't see anything. Hmm. Better lock the door well this time.
She walked back inside, but stopped when something cracked underneath one of her shoes. She looked down and noticed that she was standing on top of an envelope. Her brow furrowed in confusion and she took a small step back, kneeling down and picking up the envelope. It was addressed to her.
Her name was on it. 'Doctor Temperance Brennan'.She shook her head slightly and walked back inside, closing the door behind her. She made sure she locked it securely and then opened the envelope while walking towards the counter of her kitchen.
Photographs?
Her brow furrowed in confusion when she took the shining pieces of paper out. Pictures. Photographs. Of her. She placed the envelope down on the counter and looked through the pictures. All of them were taking outside, this morning. She was wearing the same outfit on the pictures as she had worn this morning.
A black large T-shirt and pink pyjama bottoms.
Bones walked over to the couch, still going through the pictures and she picked up her phone.
She knew Booth would probably hate her for texting him at 2:00am in the morning, but she wanted him to know about this.
Booth swore loudly as his cellphone vibrated on top of his bedside cabinet.
He rolled onto his stomach, refusing to open his eyes. His hand reached for his cellphone, but in stead of picking it up he caused it to fall to the floor with a soft thud.
Another stream of indecent words escaped his lips while he leaned across his bed and picked the phone up of the floor. The display told him that he had received a new message, it also told him that it was 2:00am in the morning.
Bones.
He flipped the lid up and clicked his way to his inbox. It showed one new message from his female co-worker. It was a short and quick question, making him wonder if she was kidding.
'Someone took pictures of me.'
He raised an eyebrow and sat up, shivering slightly when the covers slid down his body. His thumbs quickly typed a short reply and he put his phone back done when it had sent.
''Don't you dare waking me up again.'' He told the phone and after that he laid back down, pulling the covers over his head and shifting onto his side.
'Show them to me tomorrow, lock you door well. Don't open your door when someone knocks, speak to you in the morning.'
Temperance smiled slightly to herself when she read Booth's short reply. It was obvious that she had woken him up again and he wasn't happy with it either. She put her phone in her pocket, deciding that she'd leave him alone.
The last thing she wanted was to work with a grumpy Booth on their new case.
With a small yawn she made her way upstairs and into her bedroom, hoping she'd still get some sleep before she had to go to work. A forensic anthropologist needed to be well-rested. She couldn't afford to make any mistakes.
Temperance made her way through the automatic, glass sliding doors of the Jeffersonian's Medico-Legal lab.
She carried the large envelope in her hand and her heels ticked across the floor while she manoeuvered her way across the place to her office. Inside, her partner was already waiting for her, sitting in her desk chair. His feet rested upon the desk and his arms were folded across his chest.
He seemed distracted.
Hmm. I really do need an office like this. Booth stared out of the window, unaware of the fact that his friend was now standing behind him.
He jumped slightly and snapped out of his daydreams when he felt something come down on top of his head with light force.
''Get those feet off my desk.'' Bones told him.
She pushed his feet away and sat down on the desk opposite him, handing him the envelope that she had hit him with only seconds before. Booth rolled his eyes and sat up, grasping the envelope from her hand.
''It's rude to hit someone, plus I'm your friend. You don't hit friends.'' He told her, grinning. She let out a small laugh and motioned towards the envelope.
''Just look at those photographs, do you think someone's trying to scare me?''
Booth shrugged while taking the pictures out of their envelope. ''It will take a lot more than some pictures to scare you, Bones.''
Bones smiled slightly to herself as she watched her partner look through the photographs, she crossed her legs and gave her friend Angela a small wave when she passed her office. Angela gave her a meaningfull smile back and Temperance wondered what that smile was for.
''You're staying at my place.''
''Hmm?'' She looked at her partner who was now sat up, looking at the photographs with a worried look on his face.
''I'm not comfortable with you being alone when some pervert is taking pictures of you.'' Booth put the photographs back in the envelope and handed it to his partner.
He got to his feet, well aware of the fact that Brennan had just rolled her eyes.
''I'm perfectly fine of taking care of myself, Booth. I didn't show you those so you could tell me what to do.'' She hopped off her desk and followed him as he walked towards the window.
''Bones, did you forget about last time when someone wanted you? You would've been killed if I hadn't been there to take care of you. I don't want another bomb-in-the-fridge incident so you're going to stay at my place until we found out who's stalking you. End of discussion.'' He turned to Temperance and saw that she had folded her arms across her chest.
''Fine, but I get to sleep in your bed. I am not sleeping on the couch.'' She pulled her blue lab coat on and made her way out of the office, leaving no room for discussion. Booth pursed his lips in disapproval and then reluctantly followed his co-worker out of the room.
To Be Continued...
