Chapter 7, A Charred Teddy

Ello, people of Earth! I said I would put a new chapter up soon, so… here it is. Thanks to the few that reviewed chapters 5 and 6. That's awesome! I really like getting reviews… anyway… Sorry about the tease… I thought it would be good to put in the story… Thanks also to those who have read the story, I am also grateful for that… I once again have no idea how this chapter is going to be. I didn't have much homework, so I am writing… Yeah… I'm going to shut up and start the chapter… I am going to try to start it in Booth's point of view… Please review!!! :D


Booth left his office the second that he got of the phone with Bones. He was so bored this week, with no cases and all, and would jump at the chance to do anything with Bones. He slipped on his jacket, straighten his belt buckle and tie, and took the elevator to the FBI garage. Garages were the settings of many of his fond memories. Especially last night, the night that Brennan's eyes showed him what she really wanted, not what she thought made complete sense or rational. And she kissed his cheek. Not exactly what he wanted, but he definitely something he could live with. The spot where she kissed him was burning all of the previous night. He touched his cheek, thinking further about their "relationship." He eventually got to his car, and turned his key in the ignition, listening to the soft purr of the SUV. God, that woman messed with his mind.

He pulled peacefully out of the garage, after going down several floors. He pulled up to a stoplight, with a red light. They were meeting at the diner, as usual. He made his way through the route to the diner, for the most part with no mishap. A few miles away from the diner, though, he saw a wrecked car, and body bags. A minivan was in the middle of the lane, looking like it was put through a soda can crusher, like the one he had at his house. There was a slightly charred teddy bear a few feet from the car. He swallowed, trying to hold back his unhappiness. A kid was in that car, probably around Parker's age. He put his hand on his head, blocking his view of the wreck, which had surely killed everyone in the car. A kid… just a kid. There life was cut so short. Some drunken jackass or idiot probably ran into them. With a scowl, he drove past the wreckage, trying not to look at it. Booth decided he would call Parker after his lunch with Bones.


Brennan was in a booth, waiting for, well, Booth. He walked in with a scowl on his face. She was curios as to what was bothering Booth. As sat down, he forced a smile as he greeted her. She looked at him, with a worried look on her face that appeared every time he looked pissed.

" You okay, Booth?" Right as Brennan finished the question, Booth looked at her quickly, then looking back down. He was about to answer Bones's question, but the waiter that "would be serving them today" interrupted his train of thought. He ordered a chopped barbecue sandwich and water, and she once again ordered the new salad on the menu, but this time with a milkshake.

As the waiter left their presence, Booth answered, after taking a deep breath. "There was a wreck."

Brennan did not understand why a wreck would anger him so. "Wrecks happen everyday, Booth. What's wrong?"

"There was a charred teddy bear beside the car, which was totally smashed. There was a kid in that car, Bones… a kid. A kid whose life probably got taken away from some idiotic son of a bitch. They took that family's lives away, they took the kids future away, and they probably ruined the lives of their relatives. There is nothing right about just letting the idiot walk out of prison and drive on the roads again, which they may let this bastard do. The kid was probably around Parker's age…" Booth muttered out the last sentence, having to force the words out. He really hated when things like this happened. He looked into Brennan's eyes to see if she truly understood. It looked as if she did, which comforted him a little. She nodded.

"You're completely right Booth. The person who did that should not be able to walk…" She looked at him, knowing how things like this affected him, and put her hand on his, truly sorry that he had to see the wreck that day, trying to squeeze some of the anger away. "I'm sorry that you had to see that." She thought for a moment, "Do you want to go call Parker? I can wait in here. I don't mind."

Booth nodded, and got up. "Thanks Bones," he muttered before dialing Rebecca's number to talk to Parker. With the phone by his ear the whole time, he made his way to a spot to stand on the sidewalk outside. Brennan watched him at first, and she told herself that it was because of a lack of nothing better to do. Her salad arrived, and she "dug in."


Booth, finally having talked to Parker, and feeling better sat back down at the booth that they occupied that day. Brennan had been waiting for him, and had already finished her salad. He looked at his plate, which lied on the table before him. He noticed a small number of French fries, and looked at Bones, who had a small smile exhibited on her face. She giggled, and they started a new conversation, one with a lighter atmosphere.


As his meal finally disappeared, Booth laughed at a joke Bones told. Geez, he thought, these jokes are so cheesy. He still loved them though. She got a text from Angela and stated that she needed to leave, but that she had a good time. Booth bid her farewell, and signaled the waiter to bring him a piece of pie, then the check.


He licked the last crumb off of his lip, after getting his receipt, and walked out of the diner. He walked towards his car, thinking of all the boring paperwork he would have to do once he got back to work. He sighed, and closed the door, deciding to take a different route back to work. They really needed a case.


Sorry that this chapter was kind of centered on a wreck. I saw a wreck this morning, on the way to school, and got mad, thinking of all the ways it can destroy people's lives. I tried to put it in a way that Booth might think, and have her reaction be as it might if this happened… I may have made him too mad or something… I know that not all wrecks are caused by idiots, but an idiot causing one seemed right… Sorry it wasn't as "happy" as the other chapters, and probably not what you expected. I might give them a case… I don't know… Please review! Have a good week (again)! :D