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Something weird this way comes
It had been six moths since the weird case that was supernatural but at the same time not. The case was finally over after the perp had been sentenced last week. Even so, the couple still couldn't shake the feeling that something big was coming. They had stepped up their training sessions and even tried to find some time to research. However, it is difficult to train against a foe they do not know.
On a happier note, their personal relationship had gone from strength to strength. As a couple, they were universally envied. They were seen as a couple who had it all. Rebecca soon learned not to use Parker as a bargaining chip. Rebecca had made the mistake of trying to change the access rules. Bones was not having it. She placed a call to her very expensive attorney the minute she heard. Having been contacted by such a prestigious law firm Rebecca and Booth had managed to hammer out a concrete fair custody arrangement.
On top of this, it had been months since anyone looked strangely if she chose to crack a joke or make a pun. Although, she would fondly remember the first time she had made such a crack. The room had fallen silent; she could have heard a pin drop. Booth whose eyes reflected mirth had pretended to be ignorant of the fuss. He quickly came up with a reason for them to exit the room so they could laugh. For the most part, people credited the thaw in her personality down to her relationship with Booth.
This is what made the entire problem strange. By all accounts, they should be ecstatic and they were happy at home and at work. They couldn't shake the feeling that regarding the supernatural, they were waiting for the other shoe to drop. The couple were concerned about the potential supernatural threat hanging over their heads but they were determined to get on with their lives.
Booth was waiting for Bones to finish getting ready. They were being forced to attend the FBI charity evening. Before, he had always managed to escape this evening but since he had started seeing Bones not so much.
He was waiting as patiently as he could but Tempe had refused to give him any clues about her outfit. His impatient retort died on his tongue upon seeing said outfit. Bones was standing there, wearing a strapless scarlet gown, which tapered into a knot at her waist. Her make - up was barely there as the gown made the biggest statement. Her hair was up off her face, held back by two ornate chopsticks. Booth smirked he knew that in a pinch they could function as a weapon for Brennan.
Having recovered his power of speech, he held his hand out in an overly extravagant manor, "Shall we my lady?"
Bones laughed and he was pleased to see it reach her eyes. She linked her arm with his, "Why yes good sir. Lead on."
Bones was always photographed at these events. The paparazzi enjoyed taking photos of the couple. The Press had been intrigued by what they saw as the real life romance between 'Andy' and 'Kathy'.
The evening was okay and fairly standard for the most part. Booth enjoyed dancing with Brennan. He was man enough that he admitted he enjoyed the events where they could dance. He was also proud of the fact that he had stopped punching out guys who made smutty comments about Bones. In fairness, Brennan had kneed the last guy who had made such a comment in the balls. The best part about it, the agent had been stupid enough to make his overly lecherous comments in the middle of the FBI offices. The comments had been so crude that they had chalked up Bones response as mere self-defence, rather than court a potentially damaging harassment suit.
The major weirdness of the nights was the large number of the crowd who appeared drunk. The crowning moment of the evening was when a Deputy Director of another division accosted them. The Director appeared dazed and waltzed up to him, "Have you seen her beauty?"
Booth looked quizzically at his partner but she looked just as clueless. Booth was not sure how to respond but not wanting to make a big deal of it. Booth made a joke as he pulled Bones tightly to him, "I have all the beauty I need right here."
The man did not seem to like this answer but walked off, still muttering. Booth quirked one eyebrow, confused, "What was that?"
Bones shrugged delicately, "I don't know. Still the night is young and you have all this beauty here that you can handle."
Booth's thoughts about the weirdness disappeared, his thoughts being replaced by carnal ones. They seemed to be on the same wavelength, as she grabbed his hand. She skilfully guided him to the exit and delighted in torturing him with her roving hands on the journey back to their place.
Booth ensured that he returned the favour once they reached the bedroom. He received no complaints.
The next morning, she woke up in her favourite place. She had awoken wrapped up in Booth's arms but she frowned seeing how dark it was. It was nearly seven in the morning it shouldn't have been this dark. Bones mentally shrugged assuming that the simplest explanation of a storm front moving in was correct. She looked back at the bed, smiling softly at Booth's rumpled form. It was at times like this she wished she had her partners or Angela's talent to draw. She stretched and wanted to surprise Booth. She figured the saying about food being the best way to a man's heart was true. Booth would have to settle with breakfast.
Booth woke, as the smell of eggs wafted into the bedroom. Booth slipped some boxers on, wandered into the kitchen, and watched fondly. Bones stood there looking perfect in his favourite black shirt. She swayed gently to the music that was playing quietly from the radio.
"It's too bad I was going to treat you to breakfast in bed."
Booth shrugged, "its okay the view is better." He was curious why it was so dark, "Is there a storm?"
Tempe pivoted around to face him, "Nope. Make yourself useful and start some juice."
Booth gave her a mock salute and chaste kiss, "Will do ma'am."
She laughed softly, swatted him on his butt. She turned on the TV, the news. The news was complete drivel. She laughed softly; she had always doubted the intelligence of the news anchorwoman. Today, she was droning on about a 'Jasmine'. This Jasmine, who Bones assumed was some sort of a guru, apparently had a plan to lead the people to enlightenment.
Booth slipped out of the bedroom having gotten ready for work. "What is this crap?"
Bones wrinkled her nose, "Weird."
"Oh yeah."
She nodded emphatically, "It's like last night. CNN is droning on about enlightenment and someone called Jasmine."
Booth frowned; the whole evening had been a little weird. "Freaky but we need to get to work."
Bones agreed and went to change for work.
They knew something was definitely wrong when they reached the Jeffersonian. Booth was accompanying Bones to the Medico-Lab because he needed some paperwork from Cam.
They walked through security and the guards were clearly suffering from the same thing as the others. He realised that everyone seemed particularly spaced out, just like the night before. Last night, the behaviour could be explained a way by over-flowing alcohol. Today though, there was no excuse as there was no charity dinner.
Sharing a look of alarm, the pair started walking quickly towards the medico-lab.
Upon arriving, they saw that their friends were similarly affected. Cam looked up, a sense of contentment emanating from her, "Isn't she beautiful?"
Booth and Bones were starring at the screen. They were obviously seeing something very different from everyone else. They would use many words to describe the creature in front of them but beautiful was not one of them.
This was most definitely, the reason the powers unleashed their powers. Now they just needed to figure out how to kill it.
