Chapter Three: The Lies Between the Sheets
"Oh God, I love you so damn much." Booth mumbled against the warm being beside him. After years of inner turmoil and heartache, the woman of his dreams was finally in his arms to cherish and hold… in his dreams, that was.
"I love you too baby." Hannah smiled as she snuggled deeper into Booth, relieved to finally have her reverent boyfriend back.
As his relief quickly turned to horror Booth couldn't help the tremors that lightly ravished his body. Love was supposed to be easier than this; it was what fairytales and dreams were made of, not the slow demise his heart had taken. And this realization hit him like a ton of bricks; Booth couldn't help but cringe in disgust of all he had done. Sure, he did have a love for Hannah but there was no denying it now; that love would just never be enough.
She was nothing more than a glorified rebound and even if he tried his hardest there was nothing left in his weak little heart but lies and deceit. The thought of lying to the love of his life and destroying an angel was the only thing clinging to the small piece of self-loathing his heart had left.
As a familiar ring bounced off the horrors slowly unfolding in his mind, Booth knew the fight between his head and his heart would have to wait another day, there was a murderer to catch, not a murderer of hearts that is.
"Where's the Bones, Bones?" Booth cheerily smiled as he bounded off the bed and into the bathroom.
"Your ability to sound happy about a crime scene at three in the morning astonishes me." Brennan shrugged as she took her time to roll out of bed and walk slowly into her bathroom. "I am not allowed to be happy about having a job to do but you are-"
"Oh, shush you." Booth teased with almost a sense of glee, "Are you going to give me the address to this blood fest or are you just going to expect me at your place in ten?"
"Are you sure you are not drunk, Booth?"
"No." He growled in quick defense.
"Booth…"
"I am just happy to be in the land of the living, not dreamland anymore." Booth growled in retort as he stripped away the hauntings along with his clothing, "Can't a man just enjoy being awake?"
"So… you are happy to be awakened at a very early hour because you would rather deal with remains then dreams?"
"Well… they were not exactly dreams."
"Booth…" Brennan's voice chocked as she tried to slowly piece together his odd behavior, "Are you having dreams about… the gravedigger? She is dead. You said so yourself."
"Oh, believe me" Booth's voice lowered as he pushed the door closed behind him, "It wasn't a nightmare."
"But you said…"
"No, Bones" Booth huskily growled, "The content of the dream was causing me distress. The sexy little anthropologist that I cannot seem to get out of my head."
"Oh." Brennan smiled at his admission.
"Yes. The address?"
Little did he know this would be one of his most memorable crime scenes yet.