Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
So yeah, I haven't updated this in what seems like forever and I'm not sure who actually still wants this finished because I've made you wait soo long -not for anything good anyway, this chapter I hurried to write in the course of about an hour. The fifth chapter should be up before the weekend. Urm, so enjoy I guess. Oh and this is about a couple hundred words longer than the others! (They're getting longer people.)
Emma.
They seemed to sit like that for ages. Holding each other, for the reassurance that it was actually real that either of them wouldn't wake up and they'd be torn apart from each other again.
Booth knew from the moment that he entered the hospital room that she wasn't going to be the same person as she was before. But he didn't expect this. Well to think about it, he didn't really know what to expect. On one hand he knew that she was always going to be a strong woman, events in her past - a lot that he knew about yet some that still haunted her in her dreams - that had shaped her into being a fearless, couragess and an extremely determined woman.
"God, Bones. I'm so sorry"
"Why would you need to be sorry? It wasn't you that di-" "Ok. Ok. I'm not sorry. Sorry." Booth chuckled softly, electing a slight smile from the person who sat opposite him.
Booth cast his mind back to all those weeks ago when this all started.
Flashback
It was a normal case. Well not normal, nothing about murder is normal but in their line of work, this case didn't strike out as something abnormal. "BOOOONNNESSS. BOOOONNESS." yelled Special Agent Seeley Booth as he strolled into the Jeffersonian Institute. He received a few glances, mainly from other labworkers and the security guys. Booth gave a small wave to Angela but before he could say hello, his partner greeted him in the semi-usual tone.
"You don't have to yell Booth, I can hear perfectly well and I'm sure that other staff here are beginning to feel the annoyance of your yelling every time you stroll in here and demand"
"We have a case"
"I know we have a case"
"How do you know we have a case? I disticntly remember you once saying, actually more than once..REPEATEDLY that you don't believe in psychics"
"There is nothing to believe in! There is no science to back up the theory extra sensory abilities. And I knew we had a case because there'd be no other reason to stroll in here and yell out my name- not even my name but this absurd nickname that you've labelled me with." "Who didn't get any last night?" Angela snickered. "Angela!" "Well what sweetie, as much as this debate interests me, you and Booth have a case. So why don't you get going?" Inaudibly, Brennan muttered a few words as she threw on her coat and headed towards Booth.
"Don't say anything." she said, pointing her finger at him.
"I wasn't going to"
"You just did"
"That's unfair, you started"
"No I didn't." The squabbling could be heard as the two left the Jeffersonian, Angela smirked and turned round to become face-to-face (literally) with her boyfriend, a Dr Jack Hodgins. "We have a case"
"Yup, they just left"
"So we have some time on our hands?" Hodgins said playfully as he pulled Angela into a kiss, which she deeply responded.
"Oh come on guys! Seriously, you need to stop doing that!" their boss, Camille Saroyan moaned. Reluctantly the two pulled away and headed off into seperate directions.
About an hour later, the dismembered body was back in the lab and laid out on the steel grey table, ready to be identifie. Already determined at the scene by Brennan, the body was of a child, a little girl, not older than the age of seven and had been dead for about five weeks.
"How could someone do this to someone so innocent?" Angela sighed as she interrupted the scientific babble that had begun between Brennan, Hodgins, Zach and Cam. "I know it's horrible but for her sake, let's find the person or persons responsible for this. Dr Brennan, are you ready to let Angela have the skull?" Cam asked.
"Yes, her skull remained intact during the attack and I can safely determin that there were no injuries sustained to her head." Brennan replied and carefully handed the detached skull to Angela.
"Alright guys, I guess I'll see you later." Hodgins watched as Angela's figure descended down the stairs and then out of sight.
"Hodgins, can you test this fibres? I found them on what's left of these clothes." "Oh and also, I think I scrapped some skin cells"
"At least she got a piece of her attacker"
Silently, they all agreed that they would find the person responsible for this, no matter how long it took, whatever they had to do, they would bring this little girl justice.
End of flashback
As the rain trickled against the windows outside, Booth watched the steady rise and fall of Brennan's chest as she slept, her hand safely encased in his large one.