This is a sequel for chapter 25.
(Between seasons 7 and 8)
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Thirty days and she was still evading a Federal arrest warrant. The ridiculousness of the situation made her so angry and so afraid. She worried about the possibility of being arrested far from home. Would Pelant be able to arrange for her murder no matter where she was? It was a question that kept her moving from town to town, never staying longer than two weeks.
She had broken one of her father's rules that day about how to keep safe, but she didn't have a choice. Angela had sent a message using their flower code and if Brennan had read the code right, Booth was in a bad way. She didn't know how or why, but she needed to check on him.
At midnight, she called him using a cheap phone she had bought at a convenience store. She'd bought 60 minutes, but she only planned to use it for a minute or two. Brennan had no intention of being traced by the FBI or anyone else.
The phone rang and finally he answered. "What!"
He sounded so angry and that worried her. Unable to say anything just in case his phone calls were being monitored. She remained silent.
"Say something or I'm going to hang up." His voice was so strong and filled with fury and Brennan wanted to respond so badly, but she knew she couldn't.
"Asshole."
The call was too short, but he'd ended the call and she would not call him back. "He's so angry and I understand why. I do. I just wish I could help him."
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She let a week pass by before she called Booth again. She had bought another cheap phone and 60 minutes. She was smart enough to not use the same phone more than once. She had no intention of making it easier for the law or for Pelant to find her. She waited until it was midnight and called her mate.
"It's midnight." He'd answered the phone fairly quickly, so she knew she hadn't wakened him. Still no words could be spoken by her. She couldn't jeopardize Booth's freedom.
"Call me one more time you asshole and so help me God . . . quit calling me!" He was still filled with rage and Brennan knew it. He had ended the call quicker than she had hoped, but she knew that she couldn't call him back. At least not right now.
"Is he angry with me?" She knew that wasn't a very clever question "Of course he is . . . I'm sorry, Booth. I'm so sorry." She felt a tear escape her lashes and that made her angry. "I'm doing what I have to do. I have no choice. He'll be fine. He's strong."
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"What?" He sounded something other than angry this time when she called him, but she didn't know what it was. "There was a tornado out near Cleveland this afternoon . . . I don't know if my wife and baby are there and I'm worried. They're probably safe, but how would I know? I miss them."
She wanted to tell him that she and Christine were alright, but she couldn't. It crushed her that he was worrying about them unnecessarily. If only she could tell him they were fine. If only she knew if his calls weren't being monitored, but she was certain they were. He was upset and she was very worried about him. After she ended the call, she looked at her sleeping child and sighed. "I'll call your Daddy back tomorrow and check on him."
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She had worked hard at the diner all day and she was so tired, but she needed to check on Booth and make sure he wasn't still upset. If he was, she wasn't sure what she would do about it, but she would think of something.
"It's midnight." It had taken him a few seconds to answer the phone, so she assumed she had woken him up. She took that as a sign of encouragement. At least he was sleeping.
"So anyway, I figure if my wife and baby were in the tornado and they got hurt or killed, it would have been mentioned on the news. They said no fatalities so I know they're safe . . . She's not really my wife, but I call her that because it sounds better than mate which is what she calls me . . . Of course she doesn't know I call her my wife. She might get mad at me if she did, but the hell with it. If she doesn't like it, she can come back home and yell at me about it."
He was in a better mood and that helped her end the call. "So he calls me his wife, does he? I suppose it doesn't matter if I don't officially know about it. Still, I don't believe in marriage and he knows that . . . I wish I was at home so I could fuss at him." The thought of them bickering over something so inane made her cry. She wanted to go home. She wanted to go home to Booth and she couldn't.
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Her job at the diner was coming to an end. Max had told her that it was time to move on and she was ready to do so. She liked the short order cook at the diner and he had taught her how to cook pancakes and French toast, but he had asked her out on a date and Max had become alarmed.
Brennan was lonely and she wanted to hear Booth's voice, so she called him that night. "I hope Bones . . . that's my wife . . . I hope she's eating properly and getting enough sleep. She's a workaholic. Used to be she'd work twelve hours without eating. Like to drove me nuts when I found out she was doing that. I had to make sure she ate, because no one else seemed to give a shit. That was before we became a couple. She's pretty good about eating now. I just don't want her to fall back on old habits . . . I miss her and my baby. They've been gone so long . . . She should have taken me with her. This not knowing where she is and if she and Christine are okay . . . I don't know . . . I just . . . I just want them back. I want them back."
She hated to end the call, but she had been on longer than she had meant to. She had listened to him and his words had brought back memories of late nights and boxes of Thai and Chinese food delivered by her partner to her office or to her apartment. Brennan felt so sad and willing to risk waking her child, she picked her up from where she was sleeping and held her in her arms. "He sounded so sad, Christine. He sounded like he was . . . I don't know really. I miss him and his insistence that I eat more often. He can be so pushy when he thinks he's right . . . I miss that . . . He cares about me and that's his way of showing it. I know that."
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It had taken him so long to answer the phone that she had actually started to panic. She knew he wasn't working any cases and he was home every evening. Booth never seemed to go anywhere and she was worried about his health. Finally he answered the phone and she realized that he'd been asleep. That was good, wasn't it?
"I wish you hadn't called me. I was dreaming about my Bones. We were . . . well we were making love and she was giggling because we were um . . . most people have never heard her giggle before. She's got a husky sexy kind of a laugh, but sometimes she has this cute giggle and it just makes me want to do whatever I did to cause it over and over. A lot of people think she's cold, but underneath it all, she's filled with love and compassion. She cares a lot about the important things, but she hides it most of the time. I think she does that to protect herself. She . . ."
She couldn't listen to him any more. She wanted to be with him so badly. To feel his hands on her body. To make love to him. This separation was horrible and she didn't know when it would be over. "I just want to go home. I have to find a way to go home. Angela and Hodgins need my help and I'm going to find a way to help them."
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With a lot of research, Brennan thought that she was onto something that might help her get home. Max was away helping her to verify some things, but if she was right, she might have found a way to go home and avoid being arrested. She hadn't called Booth for a little over a week and she knew she needed to check on him. After she bought a cheap phone, she waited until midnight to make her call.
"Booth." She knew he was awake by the tone of his voice and how quickly he had answered the phone. She hoped he was alright.
"I couldn't sleep tonight. Since I'm working a desk job and not allowed to take any cases I'm just so bored. I know they have some cases open that I could help with, but God forbid they let me work them. Those mother fuckers are cutting off their noses to spite their faces. If I ever get my job back, I'm going to have to go back over those cases and raise hell with some of the agents. Some of them aren't following protocol. When Caroline finds out . . . yeah, if she gets her job back then God help those idiots . . . anyway, I repainted the guest bathroom downstairs. When we painted it, Bones liked a paint color she called sea green. I think it's a bilious color and I finally changed the color to something I like."
He paused and she knew she should hang up, but she was hungry for the sound of his voice and decided a minute more would be alright. "Bilious means I want to throw up when I see it. Don't get me wrong, she's got great taste, but even someone like her can make a mistake. She'll probably complain when she gets home, but that's okay. I won't mind."
She ended the call and removed the sim card from the phone. With a smile, Brennan turned to look at her sleeping toddler. "I told Angela that Booth would repaint the downstairs bathroom as soon as he could find a good excuse." Her smile disappeared and she sighed. "I guess I'm not there to stop him so that's the good excuse he needed."
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Her research was paying off and she was hopeful that she could bring it to the attention of her friends as soon as possible. She and Max still had a few things to check into before she could start the next phase of her quest and it was a quest. She was hopeful that this was going to get her home and though Max thought it was dangerous, she didn't care.
Another week had passed by and Brennan was now confident that she would be home soon. If only she could tell Booth. She bought another phone and thought about how their ordeal was almost over.
"Booth." It had taken a while for him to answer his phone and he sounded groggy when he answered. She was glad that he was getting some sleep.
"So my little girl is probably talking now. I wonder if she remembers me. I hope she does. I'm . . . I really miss her and my Bones . . . I . . . anyway, I bet her first word was Daddy or maybe Mommy since I'm not there with her. Of course her first word could be tibia or femur. She's a smart kid, just like her Dad."
She heard him sigh. "I missed a bunch of firsts with my son Parker. I never lived with him, so I missed out on his first words and the first time he walked and I probably won't get to see my baby girl's first whatever's either. I guess I'm not that great of a father . . . I've always tried to be a good Dad, but . . . anyway, the Phillies won tonight, so I guess that's a plus in my column."
His words had almost crushed her and she had to end the call before she said anything. Tears slid down her cheeks and she did nothing to stop them. Miserable, she stared at her sleeping child and felt a deep sense of guilt for taking Christine away from Booth. She had promised him that she would never do that. Rebecca had hurt Booth many times and moving to England had been the ultimate betrayal and now she'd done the same thing. Her tears fell faster and she started to sob. "I'm so sorry, Booth. I'm so sorry."
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She was feeling triumphant. Her plan was coming to fruition and she knew she would be home soon. Brennan knew she shouldn't risk it, but she had to call and make sure Booth was fine. It had been a week and she just wanted to hear his voice one more time before she started her plan in motion. Once it started, there would be no stopping it.
"It's Booth." She knew he was awake and when she got home, she really needed to talk to him about the benefits of rest and sleep.
"You ever have one of those days where things just fall into place? I had one of those days. I found out where an enemy of mine is working and like the son of a bitch that I am, I went over there and put the fear of God into him. Don't worry, I didn't touch the mother fucker. I just looked at him and that's all it took. Of course he complained to my supervisor, but I don't give a shit. He was at the library and I have a right to go to the library."
His laugh was low and menacing and it sent a chill down her spine. She wasn't afraid of Booth, but she knew he was capable of great violence. "People seem to forget who and what I am. I'm a boy born on the wrong side of the tracks in Philly. I was taught how to be tough by my old man and the Army taught me to give no quarter when necessary. Not very many people really know who I am and what I'm capable of. They should, but they really don't . . . well except for Bones. She knows. She knows me and she understands me. She tells me I'm a good man all the time, but she and I both know that's not true. She just tells me I'm a good man to help me out when I'm worried I've pushed something too far and I do push things really far sometimes. It doesn't matter if I'm a good man as long as I do the right thing and I don't piss off God. Anyway, I had a good day."
Her hands were trembling when she ended the call. Booth was on edge and she was afraid for him. He was a good man, is a good man and she needed to return home as soon as possible. Whatever he was planning to do sounded ominous and she couldn't let him ruin his life. She would tell Max to set everything in motion in the morning. Booth needed her and she would get to him as soon as possible. There was no one there to remind him about how good a man he really is. "This had gone on long enough."
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Brennan was finally home and she was so grateful that it had worked out like it had. It was terrible that Pelant had found a way to get out of custody, but she and Booth were working on that. So were her friends at the Jeffersonian. Sooner or later, Pelant would make a mistake and when he did, he would pay for all of the terrible things that he had done.
Their situation was tense between them and Brennan had fears, but she was home and she would work through them. It might take time, but she was home and she was not leaving again. She needed Booth as much as he needed her. He was her life no matter how hard she fought that and her happiness was contingent on his happiness. She had never asked for that, but it was the reality of the situation and she was a pragmatist. They might argue and fight, but they belonged together, forever and always. They could never get those months back while they were separated, but they had a future now that she had been proven innocent of Ethan Sawyer's murder. She was home and she was with Booth.
She didn't mention the phone calls to Booth or anyone else. She wasn't sure he would appreciate the fact that she had called him, but wouldn't speak to him while she was gone. Things were getting better between them, so why stir the pan or pot or whatever you stirred to cause a mess. Why are sayings so ambiquous?
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