Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Kathy Reichs, Hart Hanson, and Fox.
A/N: I fear that I might have lulled everyone into a false sense of security with the previous fluff in the other chapters. However, the truth of the matter is…
There still is a psycho killer on the lose!
There is a lot going on in the beginning of this chapter. The graveyard scene could become confusing if you don't keep in mind, that the killer is talking to a hallucination. To help prevent any misunderstandings, the hallucination is referred to as Temperance, while the real deal is referred to as Bones.
Chapter 28
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Booth knew her well.
Bones wouldn't speak, so he wouldn't pry.
However, unable to completely ignore his protective instincts, especially when it came to his Bones, he silently offered her his hand.
For the second time that day, she wordlessly accepted it.
Linked as they were, both partners found the 45 minute drive to Liberty Bell Cemetery oddly peaceful.
When they arrived, Booth walked her to her mother's grave, with his hand on the small of her back.
After reaching Christine's marker, Booth respectfully stood off to the side, as Bones kneeled before her mother.
"Mom…" she whispered.
She swallowed hard before continuing.
"Thank you for the cradle, it's beautiful."
Halting again, she glanced over at Booth.
Those brown eyes that she was so fond of, were giving her that look, the one that never failed to get her to say or to do things, that under normal circumstances she never would.
She turned back to her mother.
After taking a deep breath she said…
"I'm angry at you for leaving me, have been for a lot of years, but now I know that I can forgive you, because I'm finally in a place where I can understand why you did what you did."
She placed a protective had over her rounded belly.
"You sacrificed yourself, trying to save us."
She released a shuttering sigh.
"I love you mom, and so will my baby, I promise," she whispered!
After kissing her fingertips and pressing them on her tombstone, she was surprised to find that she actually did feel a sense of closure.
"Goodbye mom."
Slowly she got up from the ground.
When she turned back to Booth, with arms wide open, he asked, "Guy hug?"
Even though she had tears streaming down her face, she couldn't help but grin, as she stepped into his awaiting embrace.
As he pulled his Bones close, he felt eyes on them.
Glancing up, he saw Max. He was about 15 feet away from them, sitting on a bench.
Max held his index finger over his lips.
Booth gave him a slight nod.
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At the same time on the other side of the graveyard…
As he watched him pulling her into his arms, he could feel his rage rising.
His hand brushed against the gun that completed the local PD uniform, that he had purchased from a surplus store.
"Yes," she purred.
"Shoot him! Shoot him and take me," Temperance said as she squatted down beside him!
He squeezed his eyes shut.
He wanted to pull the trigger.
He wanted to end Seeley Booth.
"Do it," she whispered.
"No," he snapped as he crept away from the hedge!
When he reached the car, she was already sitting in the passenger's seat.
"It could have been over," Temperance lamented as he got into the driver's seat.
He started the car and roughly threw it into gear before he replied…
"Not yet."
"I'm growing weary of waiting," she whispered.
"Me too, but according to your chart, it's too soon. Temperance if I take you now, you could die, and everything that I have done, would have been for nothing! I won't have that!"
"How long," she pressed?
"A week."
Temperance sighed.
When he came to a red light, Temperance turned her head.
"What are you going to do with her?"
He frowned as he adjusted his mirror so he could see the bound, gagged, and still unconscious ER nurse in his back seat.
Showing up at the hospital, posing as a local cop with orders to brush up on emergency training, ranging from CPR to delivering a baby, had been a calculated risk, and it had paid off.
He had gleaned vital information, and he had been able to acquire supplies.
Unfortunately, the ER nurse had caught him at the latter.
"I'm going to take her back to the hospital, and kill her in that blind spot in the parking garage."
As the light turned green, Temperance smiled.
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Back in the graveyard…
Booth held her for a moment longer before he leaned back.
With the pads of his thumbs, he gently wiped the tears from her cheeks as he murmured, "Ready?"
"Yes."
As they walked back to the car, he wrapped his arm around her waist.
When she rested her head on his shoulder, Lexie moved beneath his hand.
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Six days later…
Booth stood barefoot on the beach watching his Bones as she played in the surf.
As the ocean came rushing back to the shore, it temporarily submerged his ankles.
When it rolled away again, Parker was crying.
His sandcastle had been demolished by the tide.
Angela squatted down beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"He's coming for them."
"Who's coming Parker?"
He just pointed towards the ocean.
"Booth come feel the baby," Bones called.
Booth turned around to face his son.
"I'll be right back, stay here Parks."
"I'm not the one that he should be worried about," Parker whispered.
"Who should he be worried about Parker," Angela asked with fear in her voice?
Parker didn't answer her.
"Hurry daddy you're running out of time," Parker yelled to be heard over the crashing waves!
"Wasn't the water calm a second ago?"
Parker just nodded.
They watched as Booth rushed forward.
Bones had already disappeared beneath a powerful wave.
When the water was deep enough, Booth dove beneath the surface.
Everything went black.
Booth couldn't see, move, or breath, but he could still hear her, and it was breaking his heart.
"Boooth!"
He tried to answer her, but his mouth filled with water.
She called for him again.
When her voice faded away, the silence was deafening.
Booth waited, praying to hear her again, but instead of hearing his Bones, he heard a baby crying.
For a moment his heart stopped, because he instinctively knew that the crying baby was Lexie.
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Booth woke with a start.
His cell phone rang again.
Frowning, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand.
"Booth," he whispered.
"Sorry to wake you sweetie. I tried Brennan first, but my calls kept going straight to her voicemail. Look, I know this is going to sound crazy, so please feel free to chalk it up to hormones, but I just had this incredibly intense dream, and I had to make sure that Brennan was safe."
Angela's words had been rushed, and she sounded close to tears.
Booth pinched the bridge of his nose as he replied, "Easy Ange, Bones is fine, she's…"
The words "right here", died on his lips as he turned his head.
Bones was gone.
"Hold that thought," he whispered as he rolled out of bed.
After quickly pulling his gun from the nightstand's drawer, he rushed out of the bedroom.
Silently, he padded down the hall.
He passed the bathroom without pausing, knowing that she wasn't in the there, because the door was slightly open and the light was off.
As he continued down the hall, he could feel the tension building between his shoulder blades.
With his gun drawn, he went down stairs.
When he saw her in the kitchen, he lowered his gun.
As he sighed in relief, the adrenaline rushed out of his body, leaving him feeling completely drained.
His hand trembled as he brought his cell phone up to his ear.
"She's safe Ange."
"Thank God."
He began to nod, but caught himself as he instantly realized that she couldn't see it.
"I'm so sorry that I freaked out on you."
"Don't worry about it Ange. Just, try to get some rest all right?"
"Sure. But Booth?"
"Yeah?"
"You make sure you keep her safe."
"Always."
More than satisfied that he would keep his word, she smiled as she whispered, "Goodnight Booth."
"Night Ange."
After flipping his phone shut, he called, "Bones."
She was mopping the kitchen floor, and softly singing Hot Blooded.
He couldn't help but smile.
She looked beautiful and carefree as she danced across the floor with the mop.
After watching her for a moment longer, he yelled, "Bones."
Her head snapped up.
She smiled as she pulled her ear buds out.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
He joined her in the kitchen.
"You didn't," he said as he placed his phone on the counter.
"What's wrong," she asked when she saw the gun in his hand?
"Nothing," he murmured, as he placed his gun by his phone.
As he leaned forward to kiss her forehead, he added a silent "thank God."
"Then why are you shaking," she whispered?
"Why aren't you in bed," he countered?
"I got a leg cramp. After walking it out, I really didn't feel tired any more, so…"
"You decided to mop the floor at 4:30 in the morning."
"Yes."
He grinned.
"I read about this. Your nesting! That's so…"
"You still haven't answered my question Booth."
He sighed.
"You can't ever let anything go, can you?"
"Nope."
"Fine. When I woke up and you weren't by my side, I…"
"Over reacted," she offered?
"No."
She raised her eyebrow.
"There is no way to over react when it comes to you! Admit it Dr. Temperance Brennan, you get into more trouble than any one person ever should."
"True," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"So I guess it's a good thing, that I have a knight in FBI standard issue body armor at my beck and call."
"Damn right," he replied as he pulled her closer.
"Hey Bones," he murmured into her ear.
"Yeah?"
"Speaking of being at your beck and call, if you still have all that excess energy, I know a far better way to expend it."
She leaned back so she could see his face.
His eyes were blazing.
Her brow furrowed.
"What's the matter?"
She stepped out of his arms.
"I just don't understand how you can still look at me like that, when I look like this," she said as she gestured to her rounded tummy.
He would have laughed if she hadn't sounded so serious.
"Bones I would still want you if you were a million months pregnant."
"Booth that's not even poss…"
Before she could finish, his lips crashed downs on hers.
He pulled her tight against his body so she could feel the proof of his declaration.
When he released her mouth, she whispered "ible."
"Lets take this to the bedroom."
"Too long of a wait," she whispered as she nipped at his lower lip.
"I want you right here."
Never one to argue with raging hormones he happily complied.
As he pressed her against the refrigerator, he went to work on replacing memories of being blown up, with a far more pleasurable bang.
A/N: As always a special thanks is going out to mustanggirlz07 for always having my back! I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Reviews are always wanted.