A/N: I think I'm cursed or something…I think I'm getting back on track, and I hurt my back. Being laid up sucks, but since I could get ahead on my coursework, I decided I ought to update. This little installment was suggested by BGWGscienceteacher. Enjoy!
Sully arrives home
Tim Sullivan, aka Sully, was very excited. He was on his boat and so so close to home. He decided he'd better give his girlfriend a call to let her know. There was still enough time for her to drive down to the pier to meet him.
Brennan, however, was busy. She and her partner were involved in some…well, let's just call it work; you get the idea. Her phone rang and rang. She glanced up from her…well, let's just call it important…paperwork…yea, that's it. She decided against answering it but it just kept ringing. Tired of the incessant ring, she reached over and hit the speakerphone button. Sully's voice filled
the room, making Brennan cringe. After the initial disgust that Sully was calling her, she returned her attention to her…work.
"Hey Tempe, it's me…I'm almost at the pier now. If you wanted to, you could come down and greet me. That'd be great…Tempe?"
In lieu of a reply he was startled to hear what sounded suspiciously like moaning. Tempe moaning. And she wasn't the only one. He could distinctly hear a man as well. A man that sounded like Booth. No…it couldn't be. Tempe loved him. She would wait for him.
He was so startled that he didn't see where he was going. He had, in fact, arrived at the pier, but he didn't stop there. His boat smashed into the pier, the force of it causing Sully to go flying from the boat and crashing into the dock, where he lay through the night until morning when Brennan finally arrived to meet him, Booth in tow, a little too late to save his life.