WOOO! BONES IS BACK! So I know I'm behind (I am an Aussie) but Hannah was a serious b**ch with the whole sunglasses thing!
I have decided after doing two days (a total of sixteen hours) of stock take at Sam's Warehouse, that it isn't as bad as everyone makes it out to be. Apart from having to unstack and then restack 117 bags of Omo powder, 5 kilo bags to be exact, at 9.30 in the morning. Anyway...
This is a little angsty, but it kind of had to be done. Here's the next chapter for you guys!
Enjoy!
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MONDAY
Hours they sat there in the corner of her room. Hours the tears continued to fall from her beautiful blue eyes. Hours she shook in his arms as she cried endlessly. Hours time evaded them. Hours he felt like he may cry from the sorrow of the situation. From the sight of her weakened body.
It had been hours, how many, he didn't know. It had been that many hours that Booth could see the dim glow of sunrise through Tempe's uncurtained windows, when her cries subsided quite suddenly. Looking down at her, he sighed when he realised she had fallen asleep; likely from exhaustion. Wrapping his other arm beneath her knees, Booth lifted her into his arms and carried her over to her bed. It had been so long since he'd been in here, what with Max being so strict and all. Pulling the covers over her curled up body, Booth lay beside her, wrapping his arms around her middle and pulling her close.
TUESDAY
It had been 38 hours since he'd found her, broken and alone on her bedroom floor. She hadn't gone to school. He'd called Pops. He hadn't gone back home. Not yet. It had been over 50 hours since she had talked to him. He'd said every comforting thing in his entire vocabulary. He'd asked question after question, trying to get some sort of response out of her. She wouldn't budge. She'd just sit there, a blank look on her face as though she couldn't hear a single word he was saying.
It had been 38 hours straight that he'd been waiting for her to respond to him. It has been 38 hours and he was fed up.
Walking up behind the stool she was sitting on, reading the paper, Booth wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Temperance."
She turned the page of the paper.
"Temperance, look at me."
She sat there silently.
Unwrapping his arms from her, he grabbed the stool and spun it around, so her face was just millimetres from his, her startled blue eyes looking into his for the first time in 38 hours.
"Temperance," Booth sighed. "Please, just tell me. Where's Russ?"
Slowly Tempe's eyes grew watery, her bottom lip quavering. "He left," she said simply, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
"Left? Where?" Booth asked, utterly confused, not at all expecting that to be her answer.
"I don't know. I got up for breakfast a couple of days ago, and he was just about to walk out the door, bags in hand. I thought maybe he was going out to look for them; that I could understand. I asked him if he was and he just shook his head. He didn't even tell me why he was leaving or where he was going. He didn't even say 'goodbye' or 'take care'. He just left me there. By myself," she said, her last words merely a whisper.
"But – why would he leave?" unable to wrap his head around any of it, Booth prayed that she wouldn't shut down again.
Shrugging and wiping her eyes, she said, "who knows? He's eighteen. He can do what he likes. He probably didn't want to have to stay at home and look after his little sister."
"But – that's his responsibility. To take care of family!"
THURSDAY
After going to the police and notifying them of Russ' departure, the police contacted Child Services who believed it best that Tempe was temporarily taken into the custody of a foster family, until her parents were found or other arrangements were made.
A car would be arriving shortly to take her to her foster family's home; the Maurice's.
The majority of her belongings were packed away, to either go with her or go into storage. Her room seemed so bare. All of her photographs were packed up. Her drawers and wardrobe were stripped. Her bookshelf was pretty much empty; Tempe only leaving a few stray books behind. It felt as though it wasn't even her room any more. It felt like one of the rooms you'd see in a furniture store or a display home; showing off the furniture itself, not the bits and pieces that make it someone's.
Booth was working at the garage, his first day back. He'd tried to take it off to be with her, but she'd insisted keeping his job as more important.
Beep! Beep! the car horn tooted outside.
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Okay, I know it's short, but I kind of wanted to leave it here. Sorry for the delay.
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Em xXxXxxx