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Booth woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of a glass breaking. Jumping out of Brennan's bed he ran to her dresser and grabbed his gun. Slowly, he stalked into the living room, and saw a shadow lurking in the darkness.
"Who the fuck is there?" He shouted.
"It's me Booth." A small female voice cried.
Booth's heart slowed and his skin burned. Brennan.
"Bones? Is that you? Bones?"
"No," the voice became louder, "it's Angela. I'm sorry for scaring you. I just, I needed to talk to you."
An awful cold chill came over Booth and he lowered his gun.
"That's alright Angela. What is it?"
Booth padded into the living room and switched on the over head light just before he dropped onto the sofa. He patted next to him, to indicate for Angela to sit. Noticing as he did, the glass Angela must've knocked over in the dark.
"I can't sleep." She said.
"How'd you get in here?" He looked around, confused.
"Brennan gave me a key a year ago when she went away so I could come check on her plants." She sighed.
Gulping down his sadness Booth nodded.
"Booth? I had a.. a premonition. I know, it sounds stupid right? Completely ridiculous. But, I swear to god. I saw you, and I saw Brennan. She was limp, in your arms. She looked..bad.. sick, maybe even, dead.." She whispered the last word on a strangled breath.
His chest was tight, and as much as Angela's premonition sounded like a load of bull, he had a hard time not believing it. Because, it meant there was still hope that they could find Bones.
"Then what happened?" He asked leaning forward.
"Then, t-t-then there was a gunshot. That's when I woke up. I couldn't sleep after that. I had to tell you, you don't believe me do you?" She looked around nervously.
Grabbing her shaking hand in his searing hot one Booth looked into Angela's eyes.
"I can't afford not to believe you Angela. Because, we have nothing else to go on, and as we all know, you were Brennan's best friend. Sometimes people just know. Y'know?"
She nodded.
Her arms ached. The smell of blood was intoxicating. Everything was muffled and all she could think about was the sting in her ankle. She needed to get out of this place. She had to tell Booth she was okay. She needed to tell him everything. She needed to make sure Angela knew she was okay. She needed to be okay.
Muffled footsteps slowly arrived next to her. She tried to look up and saw him. The man who'd kept her chained for such a long time. She didn't know how long to be exact. She just knew it had been a very long time.
He looked down at her menacingly and suddenly everything went blank.
"Grolsch." Booth nodded as he walked into Sam Grolsch's office.
"Hey Booth. What's going on?" Sam said, stacking some papers.
"I've got to tell you something. I, there's, I have to say man, I don't have a good feeling about you working on this case." Booth paced the office with an urgency that had him clenching his fists and jaw.
"Oh, and why's that? Have I upset you in some way?"
"It's been fucking 5 and a half months and you have two freaking leads on Bones! How in-fucking-competent do you have to be?" Punching the wall, Booth seethed.
"Seeley, I've only been working on this case for 2 months and I know it's not a lot.. But it's something." Sam looked genuinely confused, and that confused Booth.
"I haven't been allowed to fully participate in this case as it is believed my feelings for Brennan are too intertwined and it has been agreed that I would not help contribute to finding her. So you better fucking tell me the truth you asshole! Your feelings are intertwined in this case too, aren't they?"
Nervously, Sam fiddled with his glasses. He took a deep breath.
"Why do you say that?"
"Don't," Booth leaned on Sam's desk and put his face right in front of Sam's, " don't you fucking dare lie to me, Sam Gibson. I know who you are. You think you're so clever. Then find Bones. Find her or I will fire your ass."
"You have no place firing me!"
"You have no right being on this case when the victim on Bones' last case was your brother! This means you have a personal role in this. That means you can't work to your full capacity. Finally, that means you won't find my Bones!"
"The death of my brother does not affect my ability to work on this case. If anything it helps. I know what it's like to lose someone you love. I wouldn't want that to happen to you Booth. I swear."
Booth flared his nostrils and held back his argument. Booth slammed the door as he left Sam's office.
When Booth went to bed that night he thought about Bones. He thought about her life. He thought about his life. Furthermore, he thought about what it would mean for them to share a life. Then he thought about his son, as the sound of a floorboard creaking filled his consciousness. His eyes shot open, and so did the bedroom door.
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