"Bones look at me. Bones." It had been hours since Booth had shown Bones the voicemail. Right after that he had a call and had to leave for the Hoover. He had just returned and now it was seven at night. Bones had become visibly paler from the last time he had seen her. It was obvious she was trying to hold it together until she could get to her apartment. Finally Bones raised her head. She had tears in her eyes.
"Hey it's ok. Shh Bones. You're safe with me," Booth said pulling her into his arms. Bones wiggled free. Fiercyly she shook her head.
"Wrong Booth. I'm not safe anywhere. And neither is anyone I come in contact with. You need to leave Booth." Bones was as determined as ever to protect her family and friends. No one was going to hurt them if she could stop it. But Booth wasn't allowing anyone to hurt his Bones.
"Bones I'm not leaving your side until this is over. Hate me or whatever that's just fine but I will not stand by and let some physcho come here and hurt you," Booth responded. Bones was getting angrier by the minute. Couldn't Booth tell that she didn't want to do this? Why would she go back to that hell hole on purpose? It was all for him. Temperance was not going to let Booth be injured because he had to play hero.
"Fine Booth. You want to be hated by me so bad? Then I give in. I'll hate you until I choose to forgive you. But stay away from me or else." With a steely gaze Bones glared at Booth then walked out of her office. Booth just looked after her astounded. How could she turn a conversation into something so bad so fast? And he was damned if she thought that just by hating him he would leave her alone. Operation watch Bones was in play.
Bones slowly walked into her apartment. This was going to be a long night. Walking into her bedroom she noticed that some things were different. First off, Jasper and Brainy Smurf were missing. Second, her gun was on her bed emptied of bullets. Third, someone had left a note on her pillow. Quickly grabbing her gun she loaded it with the bullets and then proceeded to check every room. Satisfied with what she saw Temperance walked towards the note. Shaking Bones realized that she was all alone as Booth wouldn't come near her and no one else could help. But as soon as she read the note she realized just how alone she truly was.
Found you.
Good Luck in the games.
Enjoy my earlier message?
I'm watching you. This is random to throw you off balance.
You know I see your friends. You know I see Booth. You know I see everything.
Guess what? When you go to work tomorrow you'll show up with a stab wound.
You have become so beautiful. And now you have become so mine.
-Lover and Fianceé, James
That was when Bones lost it. Screaming for Booth she punched the wall repeatedly until her knuckles bled then fell on her bed screaming and crying. She just wanted to run and hide. But Temperance Brennan never ran. Wrong. Bones never ran. Temperance always ran and hid from the scary bad guys. But now neither one could run. And both ended up collapsed on the floor, tears silently running down their face, with bloodstained knuckles, unconsciously holding a crumpled up note in their good hand.
Waking up Bones' hand hurt. Looking at it she realized why. The memories of last night came into her mind. This morning she took it differently. Perhaps it was because she had actually had some sleep and was refreshed. Grabbing plastic bags she kept for such emergencies, Bones put the note in it for Hodgins to look at later.
"We are going to work. We are going to solve a case and catch a murder. James and Elizabeth do not exist in the Jeffersonian. Bones keeps things professional at work. That is all this is. Work," she repeated like a mantra. Finally she was ready for the day ahead.
"Why Temperance. Have you forgotten my promise from all those years ago? The one I swore to everyday? I promise to make Temperance a permanent part of my home." Click.