I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.
Phone Calls
An hour later, his phone rang.
"Hello Booth."
"Hi Bones. I miss you. My bed feels cold and empty."
"Mine too, but technically it's not mine it's Angela's guest bed, but it is the same one I used last time I was here."
He smiled realizing that she will always be literal.
"Did you find anything out about the case?'
"Yeah, her car was tampered with. We are going to talk to the employees at her work tomorrow to see if anyone saw him."
"That's good; maybe we can get a sketch."
"I hope so; this case has gone on too long. Do you have your tracking device in?"
"I always do Booth."
"Good."
"I don't know why it matters; he has never even contacted me."
"Bones he is very good. He has avoided the law for over a decade. You won't know he's around until it's too late."
"I have always been able to protect myself. I don't think he will be able to get me."
"Bones your body's changing because of the baby, you aren't as balanced as you used to be."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she sounded angry.
"I didn't mean that the way it sounded. Babies make women more clumsy."
"What?"
"No, um wait a minute. I need to think of how to say this."
"You better think fast. I don't consider myself clumsy."
Bones was glad he couldn't see her, she was trying very hard not to laugh. She knew what he meant, but she wanted to play with him for a little while.
"Not clumsy like that, it's just the weight of the baby can cause most women's center of gravity to change, and that can make them react differently to a situation."
"So you think I'm going to fall over, because the baby makes my anterior heavier that my posterior?"
"No, I don't know how to say it. Why don't we talk about something else?"
Bones couldn't hold back the laughter anymore. She started giggling.
"Bones, are you laughing at me?"
"I'm sorry Booth, but it was so funny. You kept trying to explain it to me, and it always sounded wrong. I understand what you're saying, my tai chi instructor told me the same thing. I have been strengthening my muscles to compensate for my weight change."
She was still laughing.
"Thanks Bones, it's bad enough I'm stuck in this lousy hotel room, alone in this cold and uncomfortable bed, and then you have to make fun of me."
"Booth, I'm alone too."
"I know. I miss holding you. I miss feeling our daughter kick me at night. I miss making love to you."
"Me too Booth, I never realized how lonely a bed could feel."
"I'll be home tomorrow. I'll call you when I'm on the way, and then come to the lab first. Is she moving?"
"Yes. She's very active tonight."
"That's because she misses her father."
"Booth she can't know you're not here."
"I think she can. When you snuggle close to me, she always kicks me. She knows who I am."
"Booth she can't know that, besides you only felt her for the first time last night."
"But I felt her all night."
"Did you sleep at all last night?"
"A little, I didn't want to go to sleep until she did. She was quite active. She even had the hiccups."
"You stayed up all night feeling her move?'
"Yes. It was so perfect. I would talk to her and she would move toward me. She knew I was there. She loves me."
"Booth that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard."
"You can say what you want, but I know the truth."
"Booth, the truth is she is a foot long and weighs about two pounds. She can hear, but there is no way she can distinguish what sound is. She doesn't know the difference between one sound and another, and definitely can't respond to it. Her brain isn't developed enough to recognize speech."
"You can say what you want, but I still believe she knows who I am."
He heard her yawn.
"Bones, are you tired."
"No."
"Are you being honest with me?'
"No."
"You should get some sleep."
"I'm lonely."
"You will never know how long I wanted to hear you say that."
"We did take a long time to get here."
"Indeed we did. Bones?"
"Mmm."
"I love you,"
"I love you too, Booth. You know it's easier to say it the third time."
"Was it that hard to tell me?"
"Yes, I didn't understand what I was feeling. Nothing made sense to me. I know the feeling of love is caused by hormones, being released by your brain in reaction to a stimulus, but this was different. It was like I told Jared, that night I met Padme, I have no tangible proof, but I'm willing to accept your premise that love exists, and since I believe love exists, then I must love you."
"So, you figured a way to rationalize love."
"Yes. That is why I was able to tell you."
They spoke a little longer, but soon he heard the quiet sounds of breathing, as she fell asleep.
"Good night Bones, I love you."
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The following morning, Booth and Shaw went to the accounting firm, to question the employees.
"Hello, I am Agent Booth, and this is Agent Shaw, we're from the FBI, we want to speak to you about an incident that happened in the parking lot on Friday. We believe that a man damaged Jacqueline White's car, which caused her to break down on the side of the road, and we were wondering if anyone saw him. I have a sketch of his general size and build, but we don't have a verified facial image."
The employees started talking. One woman raised her hand.
"Do you know what time this happened?"
"No, we just know it was while she was in work. She came in at nine on Friday."
"I saw a man, but I'm not sure who he is. He was working on a car. I don't know Jacqueline, so I'm not sure what her car looked like, but if it will help I can try to describe him. I didn't get a good look at him, because he was a few rows away, but I'll try."
"Great we have a video link set up through the Jeffersonian, and I have an artist there who is willing to try to draw him. If you can go with Agent Shaw, she can get that started."
"Yes, I will do anything I can to help."
She got up and went with Shaw.
"Is there anyone else who maybe saw something? You'd be surprised at how the least amount of help can make a difference."
"I saw a car, but it had New York plates. The reason I remember it was because I was wondering why a car from New York was here."
"Can you describe the car?"
"No, I'm not good with cars, I know it was an older model, kind of big, and dark blue, but that's it."
"If we showed you some pictures, could you maybe show us a car it looked like?"
"I can try."
"Thank-you."
"Does anyone else have any information?"
The rest of the employees shook their heads. Booth brought the other employee into the office with Agent Shaw.
"May I have your names please?"
"I'm sorry, I'm Irene Poland." The first woman said.
"Hi, Booth."
"Hello Angela, how's it going?"
"Good. I think this is going to work. I started with an outline using the image we obtained from the conservatory photos, and then she has been helping me fill in the face."
"Good. I hope we get a useable picture."
"Me too, Booth."
The second woman said, "I'm Sadie Monroe."
"Hello, I want to thank both of you for your help."
"Give me one second to pull up the database of cars."
Booth opened the laptop, so he could access the cars.
"Here they are. I have input the data you already told me so if you scroll through the pictures, maybe you can find something similar to the car you saw."
"Like I said, I don't know cars very well, but I will try."
"Thank-you, anything will help."
He sat back and watched as the two women tried to recall any information from last Friday. They had less than a week left before he killed again. Only six days. He hoped it was enough, because he knew they were running out of time.
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