Chapter 11

Seeley Booth had been dreaming all night long of car chases, shooting bad guys, and strangely enough, chopping vegetables. Strange dreams to say the least, but he'd been very tired, and hadn't slept well the night before.

He slowly woke from sleep feeling very stiff, having fallen asleep on the couch. Letting out a sigh, and opening his eyes, and rolled his shoulders and neck, hearing a satisfying pop as he did so. He glanced over at the coffee table where he'd deposited his two empty beer bottles. The TV was blaring loud the morning news and weather, the weatherman promising a day of sun and light breeze. Early morning sun was filtering through the pleated shades that hung on his living room windows, and a light breeze could be felt as well.

Becoming more alert as the effects of sleep left him, he rose quickly, eyes skipping around the room for the files he'd been reading before he fell asleep after watching the football game on TV, he thought he'd left them on the couch beside him. It had been the files on Brennan's parents. Suddenly recalling Brennan asleep in the next room, and the fact he was supposed to have checked on her periodically throughout the night, he lunged for his bedroom door, which was not all the way latched shut it was open just a crack, as if it had been opened and had drifted shut.

Pushing the door open, it slammed against the wall. His bed was empty, the blankets hardly rumpled, suggesting she'd slept heavily and deeply. The digital clock read 6:12am. The last time he remembered looking at the clock in the living room it had been 11:24pm.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes a moment, he willed himself to remain calm, maybe she is in the bathroom or something, women have weird morning rituals he reasoned. Giving his room one more once over to make sure he wasn't imagining things, that she was indeed gone, he walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. The door was open, and the lights were out. Great.

Hands balled into fists, he stormed off in the direction of the kitchen, praying she'd be there, sitting at his table, having a cup of coffee reading the files he'd left out or something.

He turned into the small eat in kitchen to be again greeted with darkness and silence. Everything just as he had left it. All he could hear was the refrigerator's motor softly humming. Peering around the room, nothing was out of place. Slamming his fist into the nearest wall, he swore and grimaced at the pain that he felt as he withdrew his fist from the hole he'd left in the sheetrock. Nice move their Booth, you have just successfully subdued your kitchen wall he thought wryly, rubbing his sore knuckles

Turning on his heel and marching back into the living room, to see if there was any sign of her, he approached the front door. Her shoes were missing, and so were his keys!

Swinging open the front door, and rushing out into the driveway, he knew immediately what had happened, as he stared at the spot his SUV usually stood. Standing there in his yard a moment, trying to calm himself down, he reached into his pocket and tried her cell. He got a voicemail. Of course he got a voicemail; her phone was back at her apartment.

Sinking down onto the cool front steps, he put his head in his hands, and stared down at the sidewalk. He thought about what must have happened as he slept. The pain medication must have worn off, and she woke up, in an unfamiliar place. Came out and found him on the couch, and being the curious doctor she was, picked up the files to read them. Anger took over, and she decided to go find out if this was her father or not. Thinking she was invincible, she took off on her own, in HIS SUV, with no cell phone or any other means of communication, all with a concussion, and drove off to Virginia Beach. On her own. Alone. By herself. Without him

That pretty much sums it up nicely. No idea when she left either. Perfect. Nice move there Booth. Way to take care of your partner, especially like that part how you made out with her in your living room. Slick. He mentally scolded himself, running his fingers through his hair and swearing.

Dammit dammit dammit!

He rose quickly and walked around the side of his house, to where his workshop and garage was. Opening the side door, he flicked on a light switch and gazed at the car he'd just finished restoring, and was planning on putting up for sale next week. He really didn't want to take it all the way to Virginia Beach, but good 'ol Bones changed that by taking his only means of transportation.

"Thanks Bones" he said aloud to the empty garage

Grabbing the keys off the hook beside the door, he clicked the automatic garage door opener, and opened the main garage door and slipped into the drivers seat of the fully restored to mint showroom condition 1968 Chevrolet Corvette. Lemans blue. 327 engine, new paint, new chrome parts on the engine, and roughly 18 months of hard work.

Slipping the key into the ignition, the vintage car roared to life. Shifting the car into drive, he slowly let the car roll out of the garage. He put it back into park, and got out of the car. He shut and locked the garage, and shut the car off. He quickly walked into the house, took the fastest shower of his life, shaved and brushed his teeth. Dressing quickly as he could, he continually glanced at the clock. He awoke just after 6, it was not 6:52am, and he was doing great on time. Hopefully, Bones wasn't too far ahead of him. If someone was watching her, she had put herself into real danger going out on her own like this. He had to catch up to her before whomever it was who was following her done. Hopefully, her father will be able to keep her safe until he arrived.

Right, keep her safe from me, because when I catch up to her, I am going to kick her ass, he thought, as he locked his front door, and strode purposefully out towards the 'Vette.

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Following a safe, discreet distance behind the large, dark SUV, he smiled at his luck. She was heading right to her father. This was almost too easy, he thought with a chuckle. Leaning back into the soft, supple leather upholstery, he set the cruise control and enjoyed the scenery. Classical music filling the interior of his vehicle.

Russ had been easy to keep under wraps. Threats of prison time, and all the goodies that went along with that was all it took. Seems Temperance Brennan was a little harder headed, and his message obviously didn't get through to her FBI boyfriend. Ah well, no matter. This was working out much better. He'd just teach Matthew Brennan a lesson he'd not soon forget, as he watched his only daughter die in front of him. A slow, horrible death. That should wrap things up nicely, he thought as he gazed through the cars between them, at the back of the SUV where she drove, unsuspecting towards her death.

End chp. 11

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