Fearless

Authors' note: Hey hey all. I love you. Just sayin'. I'm sorry this is up so late. I've had lots of stuff due for school, being nearly the end of the school year here in Oz. But I have 8 weeks of holidays to work on stuff for you. So that's good. Yay! Bye. I hope you like this chapter.

Chapter Ten: Work

After a month, Skye's apartment was fully furnished and most of her things were scattered around her apartment floor, in boxes or covering tabletops. She was slowly organising herself. She got a job at the Royal Diner, which was convenient because it was only a short walk from her apartment and I got to see her on my lunch breaks.

I woke fairly early, as always. Skye was curled up at the top corner of her bed, as always. After getting ready and dressed for work, I went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Skye was standing there with a cup of coffee in her hand and wearing her yellow spotty pyjama shorts and oversized Spongebob Squarepants t-shirt. All those Victoria's Secret models had nothing on Skye in her Spongebob pyjamas.

"What time do you start work today?" I asked her.

"12." She answered, I was confused.

"Why are you up then?" I asked, she laughed then shrugged.

"I dunno. I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep." Skye said "I have this weird feeling."

"What kind of weird feeling?" I asked, worried. I thought maybe she was sick or something.

"I don't know. I just feel like this whole week is going to terrible."

"You couldn't possibly know that." I stated. Skye smiled.

"I didn't say I know that. I said I feel like."Skye explained. I looked at the clock.

"Okay, I have to go to work. I hope you week isn't as bad as you think it's going to be." Skye nodded.

"Me too." Skye said, looking into her coffee cup. I kissed her on the cheek.

"Cheer up." I said then left.

Shortly after I arrived at work 10 bodies arrived. All female, all Caucasian, all late teens to early twenties and all had bled out after being tied up and having their inner thighs and sides sliced open. After an hour there was 27 bodies at the Jeffersonian, all the same description and all killed the same way, some were bodies had only been dead a couple of weeks, others for years. A serial killer's burial ground had been found by a couple of kids.

The whole place was in a panic, the media was out the front, we were all working hard on identifying the victims. I called Skye and told her I wouldn't be able to go to her place after work, as we all had to put in overtime to work on identifying the victims. She said she saw a thing about the burial grounds on the news. She offered to come to the Jeffersonian with dinner for the whole team. Everyone accepted the offer enthusiastically.

We sat around a table in the lunch room eating the food that Skye had brought in. Cam, Booth & Dr. Brennan had never really spoken to Skye before, they would see her at the diner, and they knew who she was, but they never had a proper conversation before. Booth and Skye got along quite well; they seemed to be talking about how annoying it could be spending so much time with, in Booth's words, 'squints'. Everyone liked Skye a lot, as usual. I couldn't blame them; she's an extremely likable person.

Once Skye left we all continued working until Cam told us we could leave. I got a lift home with Hodgins. The next day we worked until late, again, I didn't see or hear from Skye at all, I rang after I'd finished work, but there was no answer, I figured she was either working the night shift or sleeping, she could sleep through nearly everything, so I went home again.

Work had been so hectic over the last couple of days that I hadn't really had time for anything else, not even a proper lunch break at the diner. So, Angela, Hodgins and I decided to go down to the diner for lunch after most of the victims had been identified and the commotion had died down a bit. I didn't know what time Skye was working, if she was at all. While we were eating, a middle aged woman in her diner uniform approached us, I remember Skye introducing me to her while I was there with her once, I couldn't remember the woman's name. "Hi, you're Skye's boyfriend, aren't you?" she said.

"Umm, yes. Why do you ask?" I replied.

"Is she alright?"

"As far as I know, yeah. Why?"

"It's just that she didn't turn up to work today." The woman said.

"Did she call in sick?" I asked, getting worried. I remembered she hadn't answered her phone the previous night; I hadn't seen or heard from her since she left the Jeffersonian the day before yesterday when she brought over dinner for us all.

"No." The lady answered, and then I realized, she had probably just slept in. I told the woman this, and the fact that Skye can sleep through nearly anything. "Well, can you tell her to try to get into work on time tomorrow or at least call in sick?"

"Sure. I will." I told the woman. She thanked me and then left. Hodgins, Angela and me finished our meals and got back into Hodgins' car to go back to the Jeffersonian. While Angela was talking about how sick this serial killer person is, my cell phone started to ring. "Hello." I answered.

"Hey, Zack." Cam's voice said over the phone, she sounded anxious.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You might want to get back over here as fast as you can. It's Skye." She said.

"What about her?"

"She's been hurt. It's not good. I called an ambulance; you should get over here as soon as you can."

"What kind of hurt? Why is she there? What's happening?" I asked in a panic.

"I'll explain everything when you get here." Cam said. I hung up. My hands were shaking. I told Hodgins and Angela what Cam had said and Hodgins exceeded the speed limit to get to the Jeffersonian as fast as he could.

Once Hodgins had stopped the car, I saw a group of people crowded around something, I thought it could be Skye, I ran as fast as I could towards the group and pushed through the people. I could hear the Ambulance sirens getting louder. Skye was lying on the ground; someone had rolled up a jacket and placed it under her head. Booth was holding one of her hands and telling her to try and stay awake. I rushed to her side and held her free hand. She looked like she had been beaten up, and it didn't look good. She was covered in bruises; I couldn't see a clear patch of skin anywhere. She must have been in a lot of pain. Her diner uniform that Skye hated so much was covered in bloodstains. Her face was bruised, swollen, bleeding and wet with tears, she barely looked like herself. "What happened to her?" I asked Booth. Skye opened her mouth to talk, a small sound came out, but Booth told her not to talk.

"We'll fill you in later." Booth told me. The ambulance arrived and the paramedics lifted Skye onto a stretcher and into the back of the ambulance.

"We'll meet you at the hospital, Zack." Angela told me sympathetically as I got into the back of the ambulance, I only just then realized I was crying.

A/N: =) I hope you like it. I'm sorry it's so long and dramatic. But I felt the story needed a little drama. Anyway, tell me what you think. I LOVE YOU ALL!

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