Survival Kit
Several days have passed by him with no case in sight, lucky for her that still avoided every opportunity of talking, let alone being together, even just for coffee.
The warm summer night found Special Agent Seeley Booth still in his work clothes, seating uncomfortably in his office chair, his fingers playing with a poker chip, his eyes absently lost in the movement outside the window.
He had called several times, to her office, to her cell, her house, every goddamn link to her, which always failed. She didn't answer his calls, he tried to go there to see her face to face again, but she was ever so busy with those unanimated remains that she cared so much. Always waving him out, shutting him further away from her and her heart. He sensed her protective walls built all over again around her damaged feelings and as much as he tried to reach out for her in the darkness the more they kept him at arms length. Fear consumed his soul, fear of losing her forever.
'God, lend me strength. What have I done to deserve this?' Rage, pure and dominant rage on his veins as he tossed the helpless chip into the farther wall breaking the plastic into equal pieces.
For the last several nights, where sleep was far away in his thoughts, he tried to recall that infamous night and its precedents. Her last conversation with him had been very hurtful and conclusive. He couldn't place what he had done wrong.
"Was it anything I said?" He asked to the careless wall.
"That couldn't possible be it, I just asked her to lunch, that doesn't hurt, does it?"
It all was slowly killing him inside. Not hearing her voice again was painfully driving him insane. God, he even missed the way they would bicker about everything and anything at all. He would give anything, just anything to see her blue eyes again, just like the way he saw that on that night, happy and carefree just for him.
The days weren't the same anymore, he didn't bother going to the Diner for some slice of pie and fresh coffee is she wasn't by his side, where he was certain she belonged. He tried several times, until the table for one had become unbearable.
He let himself sank in
"Hey, going nuts there buddy?" An old agent asked playfully, entering Booth's office.
"Don't worry, I'll survive!" He offered a half smile, although his eyes were dark and sad.
The grey haired man entered further into the room easily placing a bunch of white papers neatly folded into a yellowed cover above the desk, in front of his colleague. A case file. A horribly gore, 'skelletony' case.
"I bet you will, you're a tough kid." Turning away to exist, leaving the younger agent to his own demons.
"Man, you just saved my life!" He said, grabbing the file along with his dark jacked, a white teeth smile all over. 'Ah, just what I needed.'
With that he was gone.
Ahah... A case!! How will it go on now that Bones seems to be out of her mind annoyed with Booth? Next chapter will be a very long conversation with Bones and Angela, wait for it. Once again, thanks so much for the reviews, and I would love to read more reviews telling me how much you are enjoying this storry and what I should do to make it better! Thank you. :)