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There's a Place for us

Chapter 2

Brennan yawned and then Booth did too, "Hey it's getting late and we're both tired." She started, "and not to mention the roads are bad from that big snow storm, maybe you should stay here for the night?" she asked with a glint of hope in her voice.

"Sure" he nodded, smiling at her, yawning yet again. She smiled back at him, and then led him to the bedroom.

The next morning Booth woke up in her bed expecting her to be next to him, but she wasn't anywhere. "Bones?" then he heard a metal pan clang to the floor in the kitchen. "Shit." Her voice travelled into the room.

"Bones are you ok?" he asked, sliding out from underneath the covers.

"Hm? Oh yeah I'm fine." was the reply. He walked down the short hallway of her apartment and found her cooking, or attempting to cook him breakfast. "Hey." He smiled, as he wrapped his arms around her waist from the back. "Good morning." She beamed at him, hugging him back. Booth looked over her shoulder and saw pancake batter in the mixing bowl. He grinned to himself, stuck his hand in and flung it at her. He started laughing. "Booth!" she yelled, laughing along with him. She now had pancake goo on her cheek, running down her shirt.

She then took some of the pancake goo and flung it at him, as he did to her. The white goo landed on his mouth and his neck. He walked closer to her, cornering her against the counter and kissed her. She kissed him back. "Mmm" they both mumbled against each other's lips. Brennan pulled away for air, and remembered the pancakes, now slightly burnt. "Now look what you did," She giggled, taking a paper towel and wiping away the batter from her face and shirt.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" he asked, still chuckling. He also took a paper towel and wiped his face.

"Yes, you can help by sitting down." She grinned up at him. Shortly after he sat, she served him the pancakes. "Hmm these are good." Booth said, looking into her eyes. "Thank you, Booth."

"Shoot! I'm late for work." Brennan sighed. For once she didn't want to go to work. Instead she wanted to stay here with Booth.

After she showered she was on her way to the Jeffersonian. When she was halfway there, she heard a pop. She wasn't sure what it was at first, and then decided not to worry about it. POP! Again, she looked behind her to see what it was. She finally placed the sound she heard. "Crap" she muttered. She stopped the car and got out. She looked at all 4 tires and saw that the left rear become deflated. "Great. Just great," She looked closer at the tire, and saw that it had a huge slash in it.

"Wait a minute… I've seen this slash before." She thought back to the human remains she was currently identifying at the Jeffersonian. How the victim, Katie Stevens age 28, was on her way home from work, just a few miles from this exact spot. She was stopped because of a flat tire, slashed the same way hers was now, evidence showed that she was knocked unconscious next to her car, and then dragged into the woods, where she was killed, from multiple stab wounds on her pelvis, and sternum.

She couldn't stop asking herself questions. Was the murderer after her now? But it's not possible. Things like this don't happen. She wiped out her cell phone to contact someone but the 2 words she was praying she wouldn't see, were flashing the screen-No Service.

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