I have had this sitting in a notebook for a while. I've been wanting to add more onto it, however I feel as though the length is appropriate. I commend all of you who have read this far and hope you enjoy this presentation.
Annette sat on the park bench, her facial expression that of quiet scrutiny. A man sat on the bench across from her, he was in obvious distress. Her heart told her that he was a good man, and despite the rule of never talking to stranger she was compelled to. And thus, she did.
Standing from the bench she took her time walking over to him. She walked with all the confidence and grace that her young age would allow her. She now stood in front of him and reached forward. Her hand tugged at his shirtsleeve expectantly, and the man looked up.
"You are lost." She told him, her voice was low and even, self-assured even at such a young age.
"Don't you know that you aren't supposed to talk to strangers?"
Annette shrugged. "Strangers are one thing, you are different."
He smiled at her slightly, "How?"
"This." She pointed to the badge that hung carelessly from his belt loop. "You are an officer."
"I am an officer- good eyes, kid." He reached forward and placed his outstretched hand in front of her. "Seeley Booth."
She studied his hand for a moment of quiet contemplation before daintily placing her hand in it, very much a lady. "Annette Granger."
Booth smiled and retracted his hands. "How old are you Miss Granger?"
"I am nine years old Mister Booth. And how old are you?"
"I am 37." He paused, "Eight. That is awfully young to be out by yourself."
Annette shook her head, "I am not alone, look."
Annette pointed to several almost unnoticeable persons located around the park, a woman was walking a carriage, an older male was feeding birds, and one was reading paper on a nearby bench. "They watch me, always."
"Why do they do that?" Booth asked, his mind already in motion with ideas.
"My uncle is an important man. They watch me to make sure I stay safe."
Booth felt uncomfortable with this information. He, as an American federal agent should most likely not be talking to her.
"I should go Miss Granger." He finally decided and stood.
"But you're lost."
"I'm not lost, just looking for some people."
Annette watched him before making a decision of her own.
"Then you will come with me. I know who can help."
"I really don't think that-" Booth started when he was interrupted.
"I think that you should some with us, Office Booth." It was the man who had been reading the paper. Booth internally swore at himself, he hadn't even noticed the man's approach! "If Annette wants to help you, you should let her."
"Zach, we've been here for a week already. I'm beginning to think that this is a lost cause."
"No! I must find them."
"Maybe you won't be able to." Brennan interrupted the fight with a voice of reason argument.
"What?" Zach's despair and anguish was evident.
"Listen, Zach." Brennan sat down next to him on the bed and put an arm around his shoulders in an uncharacteristic show of compassion and humanity. "It might be the case that we just do not have sufficient information."
Zach hung his head in defeat of this logical reasoning. She was right, he most likely did not have the necessary information to find them.
Angela put her arms around Zach and held him. A part of her cursed this unknown woman to the ends of the Earth for doing this to her friend.
Brennan stood and then reached over the side of the bed to retrieve her suitcase. "Well, let's start packing for home. I'll call Doctor Hodgins to inform the Jeffersonian of our departure.
Booth entered a flower shop and was surprised to see a relatively young man sweeping up fallen petals and clippings.
The thing that surprised Booth the most was the air of danger surrounding him. He was immediately on edge against what he could only assume was Annette's uncle. This sense of danger most likely had the world to do with why this man was important. Mafia? Terrorist? He didn't know, but he really didn't want to find out.
Annette was swept up into the young man's arms and he turned around at her tugging insistence.
A shock of green eyes against well tanned skin met Booth's face. A even bigger shock was to see how old the eyes were in comparison to the youth of the body.
"Annette tells me that you are lost." His voice was light and airy, much lighter than what Booth had imagined or expected.
Booth shrugged and stepped further into the shop at the man behind him's insistence. "I wouldn't say lost."
"You just haven't found what you've been looking for." The man paused, "Or, maybe you have."
Booth's eyes snapped to the man.
"Who are you to say something like that?"
"I am no one, Mister Booth. You came to me for help."
"I was forced into coming here."
"They would not have stopped you in trying to leave."
Booth now turned to the empty doorway and reached for the doorknob. It clicked locked before his very eyes.
"How did you do that?" Booth asked with a slightly fearful tone. He put both hands on the knob and pulled slightly.
"Magic."
Booth scoffed and continued to rattle the handle.
The door swung open and Booth fell out into the street.
"Go." Booth looked back at the shop but couldn't view anything but shadows due to the light difference. "They are leaving soon. You will find what you need across from Grosvenor Square."
Booth didn't need to be told twice and almost ran from the street where the store was located, he would surely not forget the store name July Showers Flowers.
That is all, I shall hopefully be updating again soon. I have a dreadfully boring class that is very good for writing. R & R
-iBless!