Flashback It wasn't a question. Cassie knew Troy was dead. She could always hear the dead but never saw them. She hadn't told anyone because it scared her that people would call her a freak. Her old job at a police station people said she had a sixth sense and could find bodies by thinking hard enough.
Cassie laughed at that and always said she was just more observant. Now, that sense she always thought to be troublesome saved her. All she had to do was get Troy to find her again and ask how to help. End Flashback
Cassie was laying in her living room when the phone rang. She was expecting her brother to call her soon but she didn't know if it was him or not so she let it go to voicemail. 'Maybe I should call Booth and see if I can go clubbing tonight, I'm really bored. Aw who cares I don't need a babysitter.' Cassie smirked. They told her that she shouldn't go anywhere with out someone knowing or going with her. It was a friendly suggestion not an order. If it was an order she probably would have listened but since it wasn't she was going clubbing.
As she was sifting through her closet in search of her best outfit the phone rang again. "Maybe I should check the messages before I leave." She sighed before walking back to her phone. Just as she grabbed her phone she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. Cassie turned quickly to try and see what moved but turned too late. A barrel was pointed straight at her face through her window. She heard the shot before she saw the explosion of light.
Gasping for air, Cassie shot up in bed sweating bullets. Scared she turned and looked at her phone while feeling her forehead for a bullet wound. Her hone was still on the base and her forehead seemed in check. Sitting up she walked over to her phone and checked the messages. After she pushed a button it read no messages and she set it down.
A few seconds passed before she picked the phone up and dialed a number from the list Booth gave her. It rang once, twice before a voice answered, "Hello?" it was a rough voice and it sounded like it was tired.
"Booth, is that you?" she asked meekly.
A shuffle of blankets and the voice came back on the phone, "Yeah, its Booth. Is this Cassie?"
She nodded her head at first then realized he couldn't see her and said yes. "Did you need something?"
"I was wondering if you could come to my place. I had a nightmare and I'm afraid. Please come." She whispered quietly before he heard a click.
Swearing under his breath, Booth slipped out of bed and began to dress himself. He never expected her to call, especially for a silly thing like a nightmare but she sounded so scared. Her voice sounded broken and almost as if she was going to cry. Grabbing his keys he closed his door and headed to his car with her directions to her house.
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Cassie was hugging a pillow when Booth knocked on the door. Scrambling to her feet she went to the kitchen silently and grabbed a frying pan before walking to the door. Her peephole was broken so she couldn't check who it was. Flinging the door open with no hesitation she held the frying pan high almost daring the intruder to come closer.
Booth held a surprised look when he saw that frying pan and slowly joked, "Is that a present for me or are you going to put it back?"
Cassie wasn't amused; she pressed her lips together and slowly lowered the pan and set it on the table next to the door. "If you are going to be a smartass I would appreciate it if you would leave." Turning and walking into a room connected to the living room Cassie disappeared.
Standing awkwardly in the door way Booth walked in and closed the door making sure to lock it. He walked through the house and made sure all the windows and curtains were closed before walking into the room Cassie entered. She was lying on the bed facing the plain wall. He couldn't see her face and had no clue if she was asleep or not. "Cassie?" he whispered in case she was asleep.
"What Booth?" he tone was deadly cold. He took a breath before he walked over to her side of the bed and sat down.
"What was bothering you enough to make you call me? I don't know you that well but I'm sure you don't make a habit of calling people for fun."
Cassie stiffened and sighed. "I had a really bad nightmare, okay? Ever since I was a little girl I have had bad nightmares which always end up in me being killed somehow."
"So why did you all me if it has happened before? You should be used to it by now." Cassie swung her legs over the beds edge and walked over to him. She had a deathly glare on her face and she grabbed a fist full of Booths shirt and dragged him to the door. Shoving him out of her bedroom she shut the door, "If you are going to be a jerk then just leave!" it was muffled by the door.
Booth was a few feet from the door and stopped. 'If I leave I'm just proving to her that I don't care and if I do that problems will start between us. Crap.' Booth turned and walked back into the living room. Spotting the couch he walked over to it and inspected it. He spied a blanket over a chair near the chair and he stripped of his jacket and shirt. He lay down on the couch and closed his eyes.
He could hear a muffled noise through the door and it bothered him. Booth walked back over to the bedroom door and leaned down listening. He could hear sobs from the women he hurt. A shot of pain burst through his heart. Booth wanted to swing open the door and pull her into his arms but he restrained himself. She would hate him if he did that.
Walking back over to the couch was the hardest thing to do when he was aware of a women crying in the other room, but it was for the best. She was used to being alone as was he. One more night alone wouldn't hurt her because if he intervened it would be worse.
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