Hello dears, sorry for the delay but I've been busy summering it up (is summering a word? Well im using it as a word). Hope you are all enjoying the summer, as well as my tale. Read, review but most important enjoy. I still do not own bones, but maybe one day eh? No, I don't think so either. Love love x
Different perspectives.
"Come on, move!" Booth was angrily tapping his fingers against the steering wheel; this was so typical, just when he needed to be somewhere there was an obstacle. This particular obstacle happened to be a line of traffic, which stretched far in both directions of his car. "Booth, you need to stay calm. I'm sure everything will be fine." To make matters worse he happened to be stuck in the traffic, in a car, with mister optimistic himself Sweets. Booth continued to beep his horn, despite knowing it would have no effect, he had no control over the situation and he was letting Grace down. Flipping his phone open he dialled Grace's number, and was met by no answer. Booth knew he needed to take control of the situation, and put his plan into action as he got out the car.
However, Booth's attempts came too late. Even without the traffic he wouldn't have arrived in time. He wouldn't have found them before Henry did. "Hello stranger." His voice calm and husky, echoed in her ears, he sounded just like she'd remembered. As he moved closer, she could smell the smoke and whisky breath hit the back of her neck. "Now what are you doing hidden down here, all alone?" Vincent had gone to see if he could see or get hold of Booth, leaving Grace all alone. Henry's fingers ran up and down Grace's arm, as he turned her around to face him, to face everything she had tried so hard to forget. When she looked into his eyes, she felt like she was right back there, right back in their flat, awaiting her next beating.
"How did you fi-ind me-e?" Grace asked, begging her bottom lip to stop quivering, she didn't want him to get pleasure from scaring her again.
"Gracie, is that really the first thing you say to someone you ran out on? Someone who gave you a home? Someone who tried to make you a better person? Someone who loved you? " Henry's tone changed as he said this, his change in voice was accompanied by a change in his body language, his hands ran up to her face where he tentatively brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before viciously grabbing her hair and throwing her into the brick wall. She fell in a heap on the ground. This was his normal game play, start of being calm then suddenly switching, but once he switched there was no stopping him.
"Loved? You think that was love, you're even more sick in the head then I originally thought." She had come this far, she had escaped him once and she wasn't about to back down without a fight, she wasn't just going to roll over and let him do his worst. "So come on Henry, how exactly did you track me down?" Grace held her head, her hand was wet from the blood as she realised just how hard he'd thrown her. If she could keep him talking, it would buy her some time and give Booth time to get to her. But where was Vincent?
Vincent had been walking around trying to get bars on his cell, but nothing. He hated leaving Grace on her own, but it was safer if he went out into the public as he was less likely to be spotted by Henry. Holding the phone to his ear, he was happy to finally hear a ringing. "Booth? Where are you guys? What? I can't hear you, what is that noise?" Vincent struggled to grasp what Booth was saying as his voice was being drowned out by the sound of car horns and people shouting, the last thing he heard Booth say was to not leave Grace on her own. Shutting his phone, Vincent gulped he had been gone awhile now and Henry was nowhere in sight. "Shit." Cursing himself for being so stupid and leaving her, he turned on his heel and began pushing through the large crowd.
So what did Booth do? How on earth did Henry find our gal Grace, and what will he do when Vincent returns?