It was different than she had ever expected, and it had taken her a week to finally admit it to herself. Tempe and Booth had arrived home from Maui a few days earlier and had returned to work the previous day. Much to everyone's dismay the case was still at a stand still. Nothing new had been found an no new bodies had come into light, however as Tempe sat in her living room typing on her laptop she couldn't help but let her mind wonder to Booth. Though nothing happened in Maui, except for the time Angela interrupted them with her phone call, they had come pretty close on the couch, only to fall off and laugh about the whole ordeal, deciding to just forget the whole thing. Looking across from where she sat on the couch, Tempe saw Booth on the phone talking to Parker about how soon he would be able to come and visit him and Temperance. They had agreed to convert her guest bedroom/study into a bedroom for the child and have him spend the night when Rebecca said it would be alright.
Tempe sat staring blankly at her laptop hoping to get her mind off of Booth, but found she couldn't. She had realized that with him, her life was a little easier, more fun. Admitting to herself she was happier was hard enough, which was why she chose not to show it as much or even mention it. At times she wished the case would end and she could go back to her normal life and other times, she never wanted it to end. It was just the fact that he was in her company, that he wouldn't leave her alone that made her feel good.
"Well, Rebecca says he can spend the night this weekend, if that's ok with you." Booth said pulling her out of her thoughts as he hung up his phone.
"Sure, not a problem." She said smiling and let her hands rest on her laptop, which sat in between her crossed legs. Her one-size-too-big shirt Booth had gotten her on Hana Highway, one he gave her after arriving back in DC, covered up her shorts making it appear as if she was only wearing the shirt, leaving everything else to the imagination, something Booth allowed his mind to run away with. Quickly he shook out his thoughts and scolded himself for thinking such things. Except for the two times in Maui she had shown no real interest in him. He had come to call those two times her 'Tropical fever' moments, easily blaming the tropical paradise to mess with her better judgment, something he knew made little to no sense at all.
"Great, well I'm going to bed." He said getting up from the couch and stole a look to the clock. The digital on the cable box, something he had to fight her for to get, read 10:46.
"I'll be in there in a few minutes." She called after him, saving what was left on her computer before checking the doors, turning out the lights and walking towards her room.
"You know what tomorrow is? Don't you?" Booth asked pulling the covers back from the bed and fluffing the pillows.
"Umm...Thursday?" she questioned walking to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
"No, the first day we get to put on 'Tammy the Bulging Tummy', well the small one." He said motioning to the closet where all the different forms of prosthetic stomach growth sat.
"Damn it." he heard her swear from behind the closed door.
"It's ok, it's just to see if they notice a difference, it'll get far worse, trust me." he said joking as she came out of the bathroom.
"Shut up Booth." She shot back before climbing into the bed and turning out the light.
"get used to it Bones, with the way the case is going we could end up going the whole nine months with you carrying this thing around."
"One more word out of you Booth and I promise you'll wake up with a black eye." She warned, getting a chuckle out of him.
"night." He mumbled then gave out a soft disgruntled moan as her elbow made contact with his ribs.
"night." She said, a smile could be heard in her voice.
The next day seemed to be far better than the other's and far worse in other ways, it depended on how one looked at it. Another body was introduced to the others making it good for a break in the case, more to examine, but worse for the woman's fate. Looking over the body, the same things were found as before. Signs of beating, binding of the wrists and ankles, something heavy crushing the body and finally the icing on the cake, the one thing to make sure the identity was gone and the person was dead, the burning. Hodgins had checked the rope used to bind the wrists and ankles and came to the conclusion that the same one was used for all of the other victims, linking all the murders together.
"So Bones, what have we got here?" Booth asked later that day as he walked up to the platform.
"Same as the other woman, Caucasian female, another victim of the same serial killing."
"Great." Booth said upset punching his hand.
"There's just one thing that is different about this woman compared to the others." She spoke up, her voice had changed and the look on her face showed the news was far from good.
"What is it?" Booth asked walking over to her.
"This woman was killed at least three years ago; she's been dead for quiet some time now."
"Perfect." Booth said, his temper getting shorter.
"I have Angela doing a reconstruction of the face as we speak, no telling what will come up, but..." she trailed off as she looked down to the body laying on her table, on the table next to her lay the remains of the woman's unborn child, a life ended before it even had a chance to begin.
"but what, Bones?" he asked walking over to her and placed his hands on her face to get her to look him in the eye.
"if this woman was killed three years ago, we have no idea how many are still out there, or how far this killer goes back into his killing spree." She spoke the words that had been running in her head. What if this man had killed thousands more? Would they ever find them? Would this man ever get caught? Or would she end up on the table as well? Having the truth behind the case revealed at the fact that there would be no bones of a fetus along with her.
Booth looked at Tempe and pulled her close, it was almost as if he had read her thoughts and shared her fears. Holding on to Booth tightly, Tempe felt safe, and the small chance of hope entered her mind once more. They would find this killer. They would get justice and she would not suffer the same death.
I know I'm sorry again it's has been a while. School and work are running up my schedule not to mention my other fanfic. Oh well, here it is the next chapter and I promise to have the next chapter up ASAP. Please review and let me know how you all think it's going... thanks for all your reviews in the past they make my day.
