Great thanks for those who reviewed, favored and alerted. It warmed my heart so. Haha, here's the next chapter. Pains of Hearts. Please review and read!
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A piercing speck of sunlight veered throughout the lab's glass windows. The sounds of agony filled the heart of one scientist as she struggled with the identity of a lost soul in limbo.
The greater one feels for someone the harder it hurts one to see them in pain. The feelings that made her fear life had begun to eat at the tender, now open part of her heart. The edginess of the blade's tip made its way, tearing and gnawing at the wounds that had been there years before.
The restless thought of loosing herself in these indescribable feelings made her stomach knot with uneasiness, and her fingers curl violently at her sides. Her head hurt, like the pounding of a hammer that wouldn't stop punching and throbbing at the insides of her skull. The room was spinning or maybe even her headache was making the things around her seem more lit, more vibrant.
The crackling sounds from the shoes meeting with the floor made her eyes grow wide with pain, and the sounds of voices startled her. With her migraine growing, she slowly got up from her desk and made her way to the sofa.
Her eyes were wet, probably from the wild emotions that were eating away at her focus. She sniffed a few times while trying to adjust to the sounds and echos from the lab. It wasn't like her to be this upset, but she loved this man. The man who had helped her get past most of her demons. The man who'd spent many hours at night conforming her in her darkest nightmares. She didn't think she could do the same for him because she never really had experience with it before.
The arrogance of the light around her sent her into a spiral of annoyance. Every time she would close her eyes, she would see Booth's angry eyes flickering to hers then to his lap. His handsome brown eyes would be flowing with tears of sadness by the time she could process the idea of explaining how his mother died.
He was happy.
Within the last year it had been hard for him to be happy, let alone smiling. Adding Hannah's rejection plus her own had made him edgy and snarky towards those he loved. Of course she was his rock, but something inside of her felt like the main cause of his anger. She couldn't take that away from him. Not after everything they've been through in these last few years.
She ran her hands through her hair, feeling the edge of coldness hit the sides of her face. Her headache wasn't getting better, and she knew it was due to her distress. She opened her eyes, searching for the car seat that sat on the table.
Olivia was sleeping soundly, her soft breathing and audible moans warmed Brennan's heart instantly. If Brennan wasn't in distress, she would have sat next to her and began typing away on her laptop. She smiled, wiping the tears that fell down her cheeks before sitting up on the couch.
As she made her way into a sitting position, Brennan felt the weight on her shoulders grew with pain. Her head felt heavy, like someone hit it with a truck. She groaned silently, and rolled her eyes.
She rubbed her temples, a way to relieve her from her stress.
It was his mother.
"He needs to know." She said softly to herself. "He needs to be informed that my interns are working on his mother's-" a tear fell down her face as her throat tightened. She sighed, slowly removing her hands from her face and hastily grabbing her phone from the coffee table without hesitation.
She punched the numbers on speed dial and pressed the phone to her ear.
That memory of her own mother, lying down, skeletonized on the examination table terrified her.
She closed her eyes and exhaled very slowly, trying to ease her nervousness. Of all those years ago, Ruth Keenan, her mother lay in a death of memories. Throughout her mother's murder, Brennan knew how hard it was to have someone look through your darkest of memories that kept her up at night. She knew he had nightmares too.
Though he never really discusses them with her.
She often told people that their loved ones were missing or dead before? So, how was this any different?
Because she was in love with the woman's son. The man she loved in every way.
'It's Booth.' Her rationality chimed in. She knew, rationally that being nervous wasn't her thing. She hated being nervous because it always gave her the chills.
She swallowed hard as the phone started ringing.
His mother.
Their team found his mother.
She was in limbo for a year.
Dead for how long?
She was 36 years old.
Brown hair,
brown eyes.
Approx. 5'6.
Beaten and strangled,
by whom?
His father-
Her eyes snapped shut as she just sit there, the phone in her hand, and the river flow of tears running freely down her face. Her emotions at the second felt like a ticking time bomb reaching closer to her heart.
Did his father kill his mother?
"Honey?" A man's voice rang out on the other end. She knew that voice but it wasn't the voice she intended on hearing. His voice was older, edged and wise. A voice she knew would make her greatest fears vanish into a web of doubt.
"Dad?" She was astonished. She called her father instead of Booth. She looked down to her lap and sat in silence.
"Honey, what's wrong? You seem surprised." His concern warmed her heart a little.
Brennan looked at the ceiling, wishing it was Booth instead of her father. How stupid was she to not see who she was calling? "Dad how did you feel when mom died?" she asked bluntly, ignoring his concern even though it did warm her heart.
There was a quiet, bitter silence eating away at her now. The chilly tension in the room sent shock waves up and down her arms. She regretted the question as soon as it came from her tongue.
"I felt a great sadness," He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I loved your mother Tempe and it felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest." He was prepared to explain that the expression meant to his literal daughter, but he kept quiet.
"Did you resent the person who told you she died?" She choked out the question softly.
"No, I didn't resent them because I knew it wasn't their fault." His eyebrows went up and then his eyes clouded with confusion. "Tempe, don't call me to shut me out. Tell me what's wrong?"
"Dad... I...can't." Her throat tightened in a way that caused her to shake her head with anger. She hated feeling like this way because she always felt better not telling people what she was feeling.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because. I can't." Her stubbornness was getting on her own nerves due to the pressure she was causing in both herself and in her father.
Max closed his eyes and sighed. "Tempe you can tell me." He was getting scared with his daughter's sudden change in her demeanor; it was gentle and emotional. A girl he knew so long ago. "It is something."
She bit her lip, trying to hide away from the cause in her emotional upheaval. Finally, she gave into her dad's concern for her and told him.
"Dad, do you think Booth would hate me if I tell him that my interns found his mother's remains in limbo?" She asked suddenly.
The line grew very quiet and Brennan thought that her father had hung up the phone due to her stubbornness. A few minutes went by when she heard her father's voice again. "Sweetheart, he loves you," his calming voice echoed in her mind. So, soft yet so far away. "he could never hate you."
Brennan's rapid heart beat subsided along with her nervousness. "What if he does dad? What if he hates me because I didn't tell-"
"Tempe, if you love him, you'll tell him in the gentlest way possible."
"But what if I-" She stopped as soon as Max suddenly cut her off again.
"You always told people not to jump to conclusions, so why are you doing it now?" He laughed shaking his head back and forth. "If someone loves you they won't blame you for not telling them, they'll be somewhat thankful you didn't."
Brennan's brow wrinkled with confusion. "I don't understand."
"When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure." He spoke the quote with great meaning.
"I don't know what that means."
Max closed his eyes and smiled. Of course she didn't. It was irrational. "Listen to your heart and you will."
"Dad, what do I do?" She asked raising her hands up in the air with frustration.
"Tempe, listen to your heart. It'll guide you."
"Dad, that's-"
"Irrational?" He chuckled. "Yeah it is, but it's true."
Brennan rolled her eyes and took in a deep breath. "When is a time to know?"
"I can't tell you that Tempe. I just know it will work out. I promise."
Brennan smiled and chuckled to herself. "Thanks dad."
"Anytime Tempe. Anytime."
She flipped the phone and knew what she was going to do next. She was going to follow her instincts and allow her heart to guide her into the unknown. In that unknown lied an unsettling truth that filled her gut with fear.
Solving the murder of her boyfriend's mother.
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This quote isn't mine, but it will have great meaning in the upcoming chapters.
When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure. ~Author Unknown
Sorry I was late in giving you this next chapter. My cold is getting the worst of me at seems. Thanks for reading this chapter and please enjoy!
