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Chapter 2
Brennan sat in the black SUV as Booth drove toward the crime scene. They left straight from the diner, so she didn't have time to put one of her crime-scene-jump-suits on. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the side of the car door. Her unpainted fingernails glistened from the light that seeped through the dark, rain filled clouds outside. Raindrops hit the windshield, a few at a time. It was just barely drizzling.
"The victim was found in an old warehouse, mostly decomposed," Brennan turned her head towards Booth, had he been talking this whole time?
"Oh," She said, starring back out the window.
"Okay, that's the only word you've said this whole time. Usually you would be blabbing on about how this is like the one time you went to Chine, or Peru, or something. What's on your mind, Bones?" He asked, trying to look at her and the road at the same time.
"Nothing Booth, I'm just... Tired," She said, fidgeting uncomfortably.
"We just shared a pot of coffee at the diner, how could you still be tired?" Booth said, moving his hand that wasn't occupying the steering wheel for emphasis.
"I'm just tired, okay?" She said, twinge evident in her voice.
"And cranky..." Booth mumbled, loud enough for her to hear.
"Booth, look, I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry," She said, resting her face in her hands.
"Whoa, come on, I didn't mean to upset you or anything..." He said, looking at her with concern.
"No, no. It's not you. I just... I'm just tired, and stressed and worried and..." Scared.
"Bones... What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes wide.
Brennan felt her eyes brim with tears. She was trying so hard to avoid it, but it kept following her. The memories, the scars... the pain. She felt a single tear escape, but she quickly wiped it away with her hand.
"Oh my god, Bones, are you crying?" Booth asked quickly.
"No, I'm not crying," I'm not crying. I'm not crying. Stop crying.
"Yes, yes you are. Temperance, why are you crying?"
He got her attention by using her first name. She looked up at him, with a stiff face, and focused eyes.
"I'm not crying Booth," She laughed slightly, trying to make light of the situation.
Booth was obviously confused, his knitted brow indicated that. Genuine concern was evident in his eyes, and his mouth was open as if he wanted to say something.
"Bones, I don't know who you think your fooling, but I'm sure as hell not convinced that-"
"Booth, watch the road!" She yelled.
Suddenly, Booth slammed on the breaks. Brennan's seat belt locked, and she was pulled forward by the force of the car stopping. She breathed deeply as the car came to a complete stop. Her hair hung in front of her face as she looked up to see another car, merely inches away from theirs.
"...Thanks." Booth said, relieved.
She just nodded, looking at him. Her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest. A few more seconds and they could have gotten into a serious accident. She closed her eyes and tilted her head backwards to lean on the head rest.
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The rest of the car trip had been in silence. The crime scene was only a mere three minutes from where they had almost crashed. Once Brennan had gotten out of the car, she let out a small sigh of relief. There was no more contained environment to be in. She didn't have to talk to him anymore. Yet, that was really the only thing that she wanted.
She followed Booth toward the building, trying to step carefully around rain puddles. It was ridiculous, why couldn't she have gone home first? She could have grabbed a rain coat, and waterproof shoes...
She stopped at the large entrance to the warehouse. It was dark in there. Pitch. black.
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Booth watched as his partner stood outside the entry way, staring at it with wide eyes.
"Where's the crime scene?" She asked nervously.
"We have to walk through a few hallways to get there, come on," He said, gesturing for her to enter the blackness.
She just looked at him, as if he were crazy.
"Fine, I'll go first," he said, annoyed by her strange behavior today. He stepped into the building, heading toward the sounds that he heard from outside.
"Booth, wait," he heard foot steps follow him into the building, and suddenly, she was grabbing his arm with a vice like grip.
"Whoa Bones, come on, your not gonna get lost or anything," He said, trying to shrug her off.
"No, I know," She said, grabbing his arm tighter.
Booth was confused by her actions, since when did she need him to guide her? Why was she acting so strange today? He huffed. Maybe some girl type hormones were messing with her brain. As he walked further into the dark, he noticed that Brennan started to shake, only slightly, but enough for him to feel it.
"Bones, come on, there's nothing to be afraid of."
"But, but you can't see what's in the dark," He heard her voice starting to break, as if she was going to cry again.
"Here," He said, reaching into his pocket, "You can hold this flashlight," He handed the small object to her.
She grabbed it quickly, and pushed the button along its side. She immediately pointed it toward the side of her that he wasn't on. He swears he heard her sigh in relief, but she kept the flash light, shining it to where they were headed. Once they entered the crime scene room, she handed the flashlight to him, and went over to the remains.
The room was well lit, with lots of bright lights. Booth looked at the bones on the ground. They were sprawled out in the room, tiny bits of flesh still showing... and smelling. He could never quite get over that smell. He was surprised that Brennan could look at dead people, and yet, be afraid of getting lost in the dark. He watched as she keeled down on the ground, and put on her latex gloves. She started to say things relating to the age, race, and sex of the victim.
"Pelvic bone indicates female, Caucasian, length of the femur is that usually found in teenagers," Booth wrote down the description as she said it out loud.
"She was somewhere between the ages of 11 and 15..." She said, picking up a small piece of paper that lay on the ground next to the skeleton.
"Booth," He turned his attention to Brennan, "there's a piece of paper here, it looks like a program... It says 'Hyde elementary school holiday concert'."
Booth's head shot up. "That's where Parker goes to school... I went to that concert just a few months ago to watch him preform," He said, trying to get a closer look at the paper. Just then, a loud crack of thunder came from outside, which caused both Booth and Brennan to jump slightly. The bright lights that were in the room shut off, and they were left, in the dark. Booth felt Brennan's hands grip his arm once more, as he tried to look at his watch.
"Come on Bones, lets come back tomorrow morning, when there's power." He said, leading her out of the building.
"I think I like that idea."
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