I'm very sorry for delaying this chapter, I've been really sick and busy with college stuff I have to work on. Everyone who has stayed with me so far, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Really. I do. Here we are, chapter 6.
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In a single moment she was erased and never seen again. In his dreams a young woman captured his heart with grace. She had a long slender body, long blonde hair, her face was masked with dabs of make-up that made her face sparkle with a tender love. She was wearing a long sun dress with yellow and red stripes embedded on the fabric. She also had a hat on that kept veering back and forth violently by the tugging and pulling of her two sons. She smiled, as her elegant form shone against the harshest waters and strongest winds of that fatal July day There was a man there, capturing her beauty with his camera, making her the only one he cherished with all his heart.
She was young and in love.
Beautiful and peaceful.
Sweet and gentle.
A loving mother.
A doubting wife.
She stood by the shoreline, her hair blowing freely while her hand struggled to keep her straw hat on her head. She was laughing, having her sons pulling on her free hand to get her closer to the water. The seagulls soared around her elegant form, as a man waved a camera around her face like she was just the most beautiful creature he's ever seen.
There was love.
Laughter.
happiness
truth
kindness
But what on earth happened.
To this warm hearted soul?
She was young, attractive and shy. She was a woman whose beauty ranked top notched in the small Pennsylvania town where she was from. One day, she met a man that instantly captivated her heart, she was dazzled by his strong personality and arrogant attitude. He was hot, and she knew she couldn't resist that too. There was something else that caught her eye too, his lion heart. A man so fierce to show off in front of the ladies was actually the sweetest man she'd met too.
So, it was that day, when she saw him walk by the shop she worked at. He was a ladies man, and she was aware of the competition out there, but she was attractive herself; and he couldn't deny that either.
He wore a leather jacket, a white undershirt and dark sunglasses. He stood confidently, strong and courageous. The way his feet dragged against the earth made the wind around him seem warm and graceful. His hair was slicked back, while his hands found themselves jammed deep into his pockets. His smile was missing, but he was tossing a dice up in the air, making himself look cool and tough.
Truth was, he wasn't too tough. He was gentle and calm, collected and free. A ladies man, but a honest and charming young man.
She smiled warmly and finished sweeping the pile of leaves in front of the shop. She was nervous, yes, but she couldn't help the little flush of color collecting in her cheeks. They were both young, and they haven't seen nothing like each other yet.
Something happened so many years ago. Something that they weren't prepared for.
A woman with two beautiful sons was killed many years ago and found in a shallow grave in Northern Virginia. Her body was found by workers who were building a playground in the area. Since the local corner didn't find any evidence of foul play, she decided to send the body away to the Jeffersonian as a cold case.
It had been a year, a year since no one seemed to care what happened to her. A woman who had a family that needed to put her to rest. That's when Temperance Brennan came in. As an anthropologist, Dr. Brennan knew how to do her job well, but when it came to someone she loved, she hated to give them the bad news.
It was times like these, when two worlds collided at any given moment. The thought of loosing yourself in those moments make you squeal with delight and wonderment. The heart. That's all it takes to break ones soul. The heart. She knew what to do but her heart almost stopped beating from the pain. The painful look on her partner's face when she would tell him.
She didn't want to give him the news yet. She needed answers first.
Seeley Booth was at his office, like any other Monday morning. He was focused on the paperwork that lie front of him, a case he had sealed Friday. He ran his fingers through his hair frustratedly because he was having nightmares again. Nightmares about his mother crying out to him while his father beat her to a pulp.
He took a deep breath, trying to collect his fears and put them into a box and never speak of them again.
He ran his hand down his face with annoyance because he hated feeling like his whole world was going to crash down in front of him again. He didn't need that, he needed for all this agony to end. He wanted to be happy. He should be happy.
You know Seeley, Brennan's voice echoed in his mind and in his heart. you will be happier if you tell someone. Whenever you're ready, I'll be right here.
He smiled because he knew he could always count on her to make him smile. She wanted the best for him because she loved him.
Booth removed his hands from his eyes, knowing he'd tell her more about his mother someday willingly. She deserved that, for all her love and patience she had for him over the years.
His past haunted his dreams, and suffocated his happiness. He always knew that it was good to talk about ones feelings, but he couldn't let that go. He couldn't feel that way again. Maybe he could tell someone. Bones. He could tell Bones tonight. He closed his eyes while letting out a long, helpless sigh.
A man so worn by the ways of his past he just couldn't go there again. The past is the past. That's how he saw it. It made him miserable though. The nightmares, the fools with their fists shoved in places that-
"Agent Booth?"
It was Sweets, interrupting his thoughts of hatred.
"Yeah." Booth said sternly, while sliding his hands from his face and landed onto his desk languidly.
Sweets' eyebrows raised with concern. He made his way toward Booth's desk in a slower pace than usual. The older man looked miserable. His eyes were dark with anger, his hands were fiddling with the papers on his desk and his eyelids were filled with unshed tears. His hair was disheveled, possibly by running his fingers though it multiple times.
"Are you alright Booth?" He asked, staying alert.
Booth looked down and didn't answer.
"Booth?" He leaned on his desk and tried to get the older man to look at him.
Ever since the last year, Booth resented Sweets with every bit of passion. He shouldn't have listened to him a year ago and now he seemed concerned for his being? Sweets might as well get the hell out now.
Booth bared his teeth back and bit his lip. "I'm fine," He said with his voice cracking a little bit on the word 'fine'.
"Booth-"
"Damn it Sweets! Do you need something? Or are you just going to ask me about what's wrong with me?" He got up from his desk with much haste that the young psychologist was taken aback.
"I um- want me to call Dr. Brennan?" he said nervously, looking down at the floor with guilt.
"No," He said with a softer tone. He sighed heavily, collecting his anger and moving to the window farther away from the young psychologist. He stared out the window for some time, collecting his thoughts and feelings. He closed his eyes, allowing some tears to fall from his face. He looked down to stare at the carpet for some time, trying to find the words to say to make the situation he made with Sweets go away. He felt bad, yes, but the fire in him burned into a cloud of rage. "I'll call her later. Thanks."
"Booth, please talk to me. I mean I know I haven't been-"
Booth moved his hand up with disgust and put it down again. He still wasn't looking at the man that stood there staring helplessly at the agent before him. "Quit beating around the bush and tell me why you came here." He said finally looking at Sweets with some loose tears in the his eyes.
Sweets' brow furred with confusion. Something was up with his friend. "I've watched you come into your office distressed and I'd like to help with that."
Booth bit his lip and glared at the young man before him.
"Cut to the chase, sorry." He said looking down quickly before him. "Is the limbo case causing you distress?"
Booth's brow furred as the lines on his face caused him great confusion. "What limbo case?"
"Daisy could you calm down, you're going to wake the baby." Brennan scolded Daisy who was hovering the baby.
Daisy glanced at Brennan and then back to the baby. "I'm sorry Dr. Brennan," she clapped her hands together causing the baby to stir and a glare from Brennan. "she's just so cute!"
"I'm well aware of that," she said smiling a little bit before returning back to the file she was looking at.
Daisy Wick had her hair slicked together in a tight ponytail. She was wearing her tan lab coat and always had a huge smile on her face every time she saw the baby, or Brennan. She idolized Dr. Brennan beyond her own existence.
"I don't know who she looks more," Daisy sat a chair next to the baby and just stared at the infant. She looked at Brennan whose nose was still in the vanilla folder. "You or Agent Booth." She looked back and forth at the baby and her until she gasped. "She totally looks more like you."
Brennan didn't want to look up to meet the eyes of her intern. She cut back a clinical tone and decided to go with a more appropriate
comment. "I think she looks more like her father." She said quietly. "Babies tend to look more like their fathers early in their lives."
Daisy blinked, and thought for a second. "I never knew that. Maybe my baby will look more like Lance?"
"Miss Wick?" Brennan said, her eyes looking up from the file for a second. "what's cause of death?"
Daisy's eyes shot up and she rolled her eyes. "Well, I say cause of death is the victim got stabbed in the chest, but Clark says that the cause of death was someone came up from behind her and strangled her."
"I see." Brennan said, her voice quiet and her eyes focused back on the folder. She had a few tears falling from her face and her posture began to fall causing her intern to become nervous.
Daisy shifted in her seat nervously and had her hands in her lap. "What's wrong Dr. Brennan?"
"Nothing." Short and icy.
"Dr. Brennan, if you're thinking that Clark and I were very childish and unprofessional I'm sorry. I just wanted-"
Brennan removed the file from her face and looked eagerly at the intern in front of her. "Show me the remains Ms. Wick." Brennan said with her voice thick with emotion.
"Certainly, Dr. Brennan."
As Daisy left the room, Brennan closed her eyes, taking a deep breath causing her to fall onto the edge of the desk. She shook her head and made her way toward her baby, who slept like a log in her car seat. She smiled, kissing her daughter on the forehead, causing her to stir.
"I love you little one," she said softly brushing her finger on the baby's cheek. "you do look a lot like me." She knew better than to take the baby into the loud lab, so, she got the baby monitor from her bag and sat it next to her while putting the other on in her pocket.
Brennan closed the door just slightly, turning off some of the lights so the baby could sleep soundly. The lamp on her desk glared a casting light against the wall, as the red dot stung into her eyelids. She stood there, watching the door for some time before heading to the platform.
She was ready for the truth. She was ready to look into the murder of Booth's Mother.
Are you mad at Sweets? He could have told Booth about his mother! I almost made it like that. I was going to have him tell him but I rejected that idea for various reasons. I want Temperance to tell him. It'd make more sense. She should tell him. Agree? Review? It makes my day. :)
