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Chapter two: Visits From Ghosts

*beep beep* the alarm clocked screamed.

Brennan groaned and sat up. It was dark outside and Booth was still asleep. She turned to look in the direction of the beeping alarm clock.

"5 o'clock in the morning…" Brennan mumbled to herself.

She staggered out of bed and drug herself into the bathroom. She flicked on the lights and turned on the shower.

"V'là l'bon vent. V'là joli vent. V'là l'bon vent. M'amie m'appelle. V'là l'bon vent. V'là joli vent. V'là l'bon vent. M'amie m'attend…" Brennan sang quietly to her as she removed her night gown and underpants.

"Derrière chez nous y'a t'un étang. Il n'est pas large comme il est grand. Trois beaux canards s'en vont nageant. Le fils de roi s'en va chassant." Brennan sang as she stepped into the shower.

"Avec son grand fusil argent. Visa le noir tua le blanc. O, fils de roi, tu es méchant. Tu as tué mon canard blanc." The water ran down Brennan's back. Brennan started to apply shampoo.

"Par dessous l'aile il perd son sang. Et par les yeux les diamants. Et par le bec l'or et l'argent.
Que ferons-nous de tant d'argent?" The lonely tune echoed throughout the bathroom. Two black eyes starred at Brennan hungrily.

"Nous mettrons les fill's au couvent. Et les garçons au regiment." A hauntingly beautiful voice sang out.

Brennan stopped. That last line wasn't her voice alone. She pulled back the shower curtain.

There, in the far corner of the bathroom stood a beautiful woman. From what Brennan could tell she was Egyptian. Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders. Something caught Brennan's attention, a large dark red stain spread slowly across the woman's chest.

"Hey!" Brennan called out.

The woman flashed her white teeth in a somewhat haunting smile. Then she disappeared.

Brennan shook her head, "You're just tired Temperance." She mumbled to herself.

Brennan stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her torso.

Brennan walked out of the bathroom. She placed a hand on Booth's shoulder.

"Hey." She whispered, "Time to get up."

Booth stirred, "I'm up…" he mumbled.

"You don't seem like you're up to me." Brennan laughed.

"Oh trust me, I'm up." Booth grunted sitting up. "Oh, by the way, I heard you sing in the shower, you're a very good singer."

"I know. I get that a lot." Brennan said proudly.

"By the way, where'd you learn that song from?" Booth inquired.

"Parker taught me. He said it was about windmills, ducks, and princes that sort of thing." Brennan said.

"Ah, I see…" Booth smiled.

"Booth…can I ask you something?" Brennan asked seriously.

Booth sat up straighter, "This sounds serious…"

"Did-did you hear anybody else singing besides me?" Brennan whispered.

Booth shook his head, "No…"

Brennan sighed, "You're going to laugh…"

"No I'm not. Tell me…" Booth coaxed.

"You promise you won't laugh?"

Booth kissed her on the cheek, "I promise."

Brennan sighed, "This sounds irrational but…I-I think I saw someone in the bathroom with me…I think… She looked Egyptian…"

Booth let out a laugh.

"Hey!" Brennan said embarrassed, "You promised!"

"I'm-I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't laugh." Booth giggled, "Hon, you didn't get a lot of sleep last night and you probably have that case on your mind so it probably was just an illusion."

"But it seemed so real…" Brennan mumbled.

"Come on, let's get Parker up and get dressed. You'll have all the time in the world to sleep on the plane." Booth said getting up.

Brennan sighed, "I guess you're right…"

Booth smiled, "Aren't I always?"

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