He walked behind her on the street, holding the high heel he had stolen from her four months before. He stalked her, hiding behind something if she turned around, waiting for her to walk somewhere hidden. Finally she walked onto a lonely street with only a few others on it. He tightened his grip on the shoe, waiting for there to be a moment where no one else was around. He raised it above his head, ready to strike the unknowing woman. She turned and yelled
"Who's there?" He snickered. This was going to be so much fun. He waited for her to turn back around and start walking again, a little faster now. He ran at her hitting her in the head with the heal, and pushing her to the ground. She screamed. The sound of her screams gave him pleasure. He hit her harder and harder, all over her body, her struggling the whole time against him, bloody and bruised. He hit her with the shoe, finally hitting her in the temple, and her face turned white she was dead. He grabbed her foot and removed the shoe she was wearing and replaced it with the one he had killed her with. Next he grabbed her body, fear still in her cold, white face. He took her body to the apartment she had once inhabited, and set her on the couch, pulled a blanket over her, and left. He then went back to his hideout where he grabbed a belt, imagining the cold, whit face of his next victim, and the pleasure it would bring him killing her.
Booth and Brennan were sitting in the diner eating and talking in a casual way. They laughed and they smiled. They were so happy. Then Booth got a call.
"One sec. Bones, gotta take this."
"Okay she said, and smiled up at him, sipping her drink. She listened to his side of the conversation.
"Booth."
"Mumble mumble mumble."
"Dead?"
"Mumble mumble mumble."
"With the shoe?"
"Mumble mumble mumble."
"Okay, thanks, bye." Booth's face was white
"Booth, what is it?" Brennan was worried. And by the look on booth's face, so was he.
"We have to go, right now!" he said, standing up and throwing some money one the table.
"What? Why?"
"I'll explain in the car. You're staying at my place, let's go." Brennan had learned not to argue with booth. She grabbed her purse and walked out to the car with him. They got in and he started driving like a maniac.
"Booth, slow down!" she saw him ease up on the gas pedal, but his shoulders were tight and she saw fear and hatred in his eyes. "Booth, what happened!?"
"You remember the first victim, Sarah Cambell?" Brennan was confused at fist, then remembered.
"She was mugged of a high heal then beaten, like me."
"Yes Bones, she was just found in her apartment, dead, with the shoe on her foot and plenty of blood on it, dead. They think the murder weapon is the shoe."
"Oh…" Brennan said, "This is bad." Booth thought there was someone out to kill her, and she trusted him, so she thought there was someone out to kill her too.
They arrived at her apartment ten minutes later. Booth watched as she hurredly grabbed some clothes. He tried to help her, but she refused, telling him she could do it faster herself. In ten minutes she was ready to leave, and so they drove to his house, putting her things inside, then they both decided to call the squints. They cuddled close together on the couch as Bones took out her phone. She dialed Angela and waited until she picked up.
"Mumble mumble mumble."
"Someone's trying to kill me."
"Mumble mumble mumble."
"Yes, I'm with Booth."
"Mumble mumble mumble."
"Okay, I'll let you know."
"Mumble mumble mumble."
"Bye."
"Mumble." She shut the phone. He kissed her head.
"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." She snuggled up close to him, and he was glad for it. Glad she needed him. He kissed her again, on the lips, and she kissed back. He was so happy for this. But then something worried him. There was something wet on his face. Was she crying? He pulled back just a little.
"Bones! Bones, What's wrong?" But then he saw her face. She was smiling she was crying because she was happy. He hugged her. And she laughed. Just a little bit.
"Nothing, I'm just…happy you're here." She said. They began kissing again, very pasionatly, but then he realized she was tired. He could always tell when she was tired, hungry, needed conforting. All he basic human needs.
"You're tired."
"Am not." She said. But then she yawned.
"Yeah, right. Common, you're going to sleep."
"I'm not tired!"
"Don't argue with me, Temperance." She sighed. That meant she had given in.
"Fine." She said.
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