Temperance Brennan was not sleeping peacefully. To anyone watching her on the outside it was obvious. She tossed, and she turned. She grunted, and groaned. To anyone watching her on the outside they would assume she was having a nightmare. They would be shocked to know that her dreams did not consist of snakes, evil clowns or serial killers. Temperance Brennans nightmare was much different than that. In her dream she seen herself living two separate lives. On one path she seen herself doing exactly as she was doing now. Working at the Jeffersonian , and being Booths partner. On the other path she seen a version of herself, that told Booth she had loved him. Both paths started out very similar. Nothing seemed different, except one path Booth was stealing secret kisses, and in the other she would catch him looking at her with eyes full of sadness. As she watched both lives progress, she seen herself married, and then pregnant with Booths child. She watched them make love, and a family and a home. Then she would watch the other path, and see herself alone. Watch as Booth grew further and further away from her. Watch as he found someone to replace him, someone to love him back. She could see another woman fat with Booths child, the one she was meant to carry. It was a horrible dream. Had she made a horrible mistake? Was it too late? Could she fix it? Could she really have all these things with Booth? Could she trust a dream.
Brennan awoke with a start. Covered in sweat, she could barely catch her breath. She remembered every single detail about her dream, and it made her anxious just thinking about it. Brennan tried to calm herself, and willed her logical pragmatic mind to come back. The same mind that told her that bad dreams could be caused by something as simple as eating bad food. Such a dream could be caused by the guilt of causing Booth pain. But no matter how much she tried to rationalize, her heart would not stop pounding.
She needed something to take her mind off of it. Turning the lamp on she reached for the latest paperback she had been reading. When her hands came up empty she realized that it was on the floor along with her phone. She must have knocked them while she was sleeping. She reached down, and picked them both up. Glancing at the phone she realized that she had one missed call, and one voicemail.
Brennan was pretty sure, it was from Booth. Unsure of whether to listen to it or not. The last thing she needed after that dream, was to hear his voice. Finally though, her logical mind came back. It may not be Booth, and to think it would be would be pure conjecture. She would check the mail, if it started off with his voice, she would hang up and check it later.
Brennan held the phone to hear ear, ready to hit the end button if it was in fact Booth leaving a message. With baited breath she waited, until an unfamiliar voice came on the phone.
"Hi Dr. Brennan. This Is Dr. Taylor at Fairfax mercy hospital. We have a Seeley Booth here, you were listed as his next of kin. He was in a very bad car accident, and is currently in critical condition. He is in and out of consciousness, although very unresponsive. All he keeps repeating is I want my Bones, Im not sure…
Temperance Brennan, hung up the phone before listening to the rest of the message and ran out the door.