A/N: So here is another chapter....I hope that you enjoy it!! Since the story is near its end, this part was fun to write:] this chapter follows Booth and Brennan and it has a direct PRESENCE from the Cullens, but they (sadly) don't appear....again I hope you enjoy this dramatic part in the story:]
Disclaimer: Everyone knows I don't own Twilight nor Bones.....I don't even own a pet.
"I don't know how Sweets even got them out of the parking lot. They got lost again due to his great map reading skills. They need a freakin' GPS, with longitudes and latitudes, or something!" Booth grumbled as he hung up the phone. "Hey the weather seems to be agreeing with us." Brennan nodded as she held a tight expression.
"Do you know where you're going?" she asked with a small smile.
"Yes, Bones, of course I do," he replied quickly. "I wish that van hadn't been so slow, they could have just followed us. You know it's pretty sad when a van can't keep up with a car with a squirrel for an engine." He kept glancing in his rearview mirror as he drove fast around the bends and curves in the road. The silence in the car was comfortable as they concentrated on finding the exact spot of the killer. The drive seemed long as the sun started to rise and the morning mist appeared.
"Finally," Booth murmured as he drove to the entrance of the park.
"Booth, we should be getting close," Brennan said as she sat up in her seat.
"Thank God I had tennis shoes in the car," Booth whispered to himself.
"Yeah you wouldn't want to mess up your $900 shoes," she teased.
"They only cost me $800! Thank you very much," he replied quickly as they quickly turned onto the scenic route of the park. Brennan laughed and then steered her attention to the GPS and to the forest around her. "I think this is where we get out." Booth said after a couple of minutes had passed of driving on the path with thick trees looming over them. She nodded reaching for her messenger bag that held her forensics kit as Booth parked the car on the side of the road and took the GPS out of its place. They got out and made haste through the thick plants and trees, with Booth helping Brennan around the dense parts of the forest as he took nervous breaths. The GPS signaled that they were getting closer as they still trudged through the mud and vegetation.
They finally stumbled into a space that contained trampled plants and bushes. Booth and Brennan held their breath as they searched the small area, seeing that it consisted of a black jacket, a couple pairs of shoes, a canteen, and shredded paper. Booth grabbed Brennan's arm, holding her close to him. He felt her breath on his neck and was comforted by her warm body being close to him. Both jumped as the silence was interrupted by the crackle of leaves. A burly man stepped into the soft light from the sunrise, while licking a bone.
"Booth!" Brennan gasped quietly. "Without further examination I can't be sure, but that looks like the right radius of a human male." Booth gulped and then stepped closer to the man with his hand on his holster.
"Are you looking for me?" the man asked with a dark smile.
"Put your hands where I can see them!" Booth said in an authoritative tone pulling his gun out of the holster. "We have some questions for you concerning Mike Newton's death." The man laughed as he examined them through his hair that fell into his eyes and with his arms crossed upon his chest.
"You come to death, to ask about death," he replied as he let out another scoff. Booth's anger became evident on his face. "I smell your fear." The man continued as he took a long, deep breath with his eyes rolling back in his head, enjoying the pleasure. "It smells-" he paused with his hands clenched. "-good."
Booth then noticed the man's muscles started to ripple unnaturally, as if his skin had turned to water. As the man's canines started to lengthen, his lips began to stretch in a thin line, with drool spilling out from the edges and falling onto the plants beneath him. Booth cringed as he watched the hands turn into claws with his skin growing darker with each second, and his muscles transforming into odd figures and his bones twisting into shapes that looked deformed on a human scale.
"Sick," Booth whispered under his breath, pointing his gun threateningly at the creature. The man started to crouch as his legs began to turn into hind quarters, with his hands disappearing into paws.
"This is impossible," Brennan spoke as she watched the transformation of the man turning into a wolf. A horrific snarl escaped from the wolf's snout as he lunged at Booth.
"Booth!" Brennan called as she started to fumble with her bag. Booth emptied his clip of bullets within a second, hitting the wolf directly in the chest repeatedly as he sailed through the air. The shots made the wolf pause throwing him back a step, until he released another growl and charged towards Booth again. Booth tensed for the inevitable charge, thinking that maybe the wolf would be satisfied with only him, letting Bones have the opportunity to escape. Hearing a frantic crunch of leaves behind him, he hoped that she was running from this fate, to save herself. Suddenly from behind a shot rang out to the right of him. Hitting the wolf squarely in the chest, knocking him back. Another series of shots ranged from his sternum to his head, leaving him limp on the ground.
Booth let out a shaky breath after a minute of silence and then turned to see Bones pointing her gun at the wolf that was morphing back into a man. A smile crept on his face as he stared into her gray eyes.
"I'm so glad you brought your cannon," he said softly. She lifted a small smile and then dropped her gun.
"I debated." She whispered in a relieved tone. Booth rushed to her and pulled her up into his arms, crushing her to his chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she leaned into his embrace.
"Thank you," he said into her neck as he breathed in her scent and felt her soft damp hair brush across his face. They stood in the tight embrace as the dew sparkled in the morning sun. Booth set Brennan down and brushed her hair from her face. "I owe you one, Bones." Before he could go on, his phone rang. He pulled his hand away from her cheek as he fumbled to answer it.
"Booth," he said into the phone.
"Yeah, so when the road ends, do we take a left or a right?" Sweets said loudly over the roar of the van.
"What? The road doesn't end Sweets!" He replied in an annoyed tone. Booth could hear Hodgins in the background.
"Give me that phone! I can't believe this with all my money I could have bought the damn park and have hired someone to drive us there! Booth? After the interstate were we supposed to turn right or left?" Hodgins huffed into the phone.
"Left and the park is a couple miles down on the right, I mean follow the signs bro," Booth replied with a hand to his head.
"How do people like you get doctorates?! You can't even read a map!" Hodgins fussed as he hung up the phone. Booth shut his phone and shoved it into his pocket.
"They still aren't here, but they will be," Booth said as he gazed at Brennan. She nodded and then took his hand.
"I'm glad that's over," she said with a sigh. They stared at each other in silence until Booth shrugged and looked over his shoulder.
"I would like to examine the area before we go," Brennan said, picking up an evidence bag from the leaves.
"You really had to dump all your stuff out?" he asked in amusement, starting to feel a little bit sick as the adrenaline wore off.
"My gun had drifted to the bottom of my bag because of gravity. It was difficult to find," she said defensively. She drifted over to the body that was looking undeniably human. She knelt down, carefully avoiding spatters of blood. Booth wandered around the clearing, looking at the ragged collection of things that were scattered around. He stopped next to the black leather jacket and used his pen to look at the tag at the collar.
"L. Jackson," he read. "This will probably prove to be Luke Jackson's clothing. He was the fourth victim."
"The fourth victim that we know of," Brennan murmured. "We will probably never know all his victims." She snapped on a pair of gloves that she pulled from her pocket and went to examine the bone tossed away by the dead man.
"My suspicions were correct, Booth," Brennan said, picking up the bone. "It's the radius from an unidentified human male. All the remains that we have are complete. That means that there's at least one more victim that we know of."
Booth patrolled the edge of the clearing as Brennan studied the remnants of someone. She carefully searched for more splinters and other bones. As she searched, Booth became more and more antsy.
"Come on Bones, let's go to the car. There's no telling what's out there, it's kinda creeping me out," he said as he pulled on her hand. She bent down to collect her bag that she had frantically thrown on the ground during the attack. Booth stood impatiently as she tried to find everything that had been dropped, including the GPS.
"Come on Bones, just grab your wallet and lets go," he said grabbing her hand as he began to trudge back through the thick vegetation. They returned to the car in silence as they waited for Sweets and Hodgins to arrive. Booth called Charlie and explained the situation to him. After calling all the appropriate channels, he leaned against the car beside Bones.
"That was quite a case," Booth murmured as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Impossible," Brennan said after a pause. "It was impossible." Booth let out a laugh and was about to reply, but was interrupted by the roar of Hodgins' van approaching. Sweets and Hodgins rushed out of the van and to Booth and Brennan's side.
"Did he already leave?" Sweets asked as he examined them and the backseat of the car.
"No," Booth replied as he glanced at Brennan. "You won't believe what happened." Hodgins and Sweets both erupted with questions and then went silent as Booth returned his glance to them. He began to explain the bizarre event elaborating on the wild look of the man as he turned into a rugged wolf, and then went on to tell them about how his bullets didn't seem to affect the wolf's ability to function, so Brennan had to finish him off with her gun.
"Her gun can shoot through an engine block!" Booth exclaimed in an excited tone. "It was her bullets that took him down, man." Sweets stood bewildered staring at Booth and Brennan without blinking.
"Dude! No way! I knew there was something up!" Hodgins exclaimed in amazement. "I wish I hadn't missed it!" He glanced at Sweets, who was still staring at Booth and Brennan. "I have to take some samples for myself before the cover up begins! This is an unprecedented opportunity man."
Just as he came back with his box of swabs and bags, sleek black cars with little flags on the antennas drove up to the spot they were standing. Several men dressed in black with earpieces and sunglasses, strode over to Booth and Brennan who were now standing up straight by their car. Hodgins' eyes grew wide as he dropped his box and pointed to the men.
"I knew it!" He hissed under his breath.
"For once bug man, I think you got it right," Booth chuckled as he pulled Hodgins' arm down.
A/N: I hope this was to your liking!!! Reviews make my life so much brighter:] so please....feel free to review!!!! I like suggestions also:] (although I probably won't act on any of them lol) the end is coming....but I do encourage you to read to the very end:] and review hahaha Anyway I am so excited about the new season of BONES especially after hearing several comments from Hart Hanson :]]]]]]]]
PROMO:
BROTHERHOOD
COMING SEPTEMBER 11
The final episode in The Blood Calls to Blood series....Edward rolls his smooth fingers over the keys of the piano...the music plays as fragments start scrolling down the screen....Edward caresses Bella with passion...Booth : I wish I had the courage...the strength...to show her....Sweets sees what I am and doesn't fear, I can see myself through his actions and words...the goodbyes trailed off as the piano crashed forcing silence as Edward and Alice ran....
BROTHERHOOD.