Red Bones, Red Bones- Chapter 6
"Bones?" booth asked gently, awaking her from her gentle slumber on a chair next to the bones.
"Booth.. I.. I'm sorry.. I need to work.." She stood, and after rubbing her forehead, she began looking at the same remains. Again, and again.
"I got you a coffee." He said, pushing her back into her seat. Her mental and physical fatigue was clear form her entire demeanour. "We caught Daisy. She was in Bone storage, looking at some remains from the 80's" He spoke placing the coffee in her hand.
"Wait! From the 80's.. That's only a little while before Red John started killing! I need to look at those bones.." She stood and tried to make her way out of Booth's loose grasp.
"Bones, that can wait. You need rest.."
"No, Booth, it can't. If this was Christine, we wouldn't be taking breaks, we wouldn't be having chats over coffee! This girl.. She needs to be found, she needs to be rescued!" She looked towards the techs entering the room.
"I knew you would say that." Booth smiled, placing the coffee in her hand again as she began making her way to the remains.
"Thank you, Booth." She smiled as she snapped the latex gloves over her fingers.
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2:46AM.
2:47 AM.
2:48AM.
Jane lay, a naked Lisbon curled up at his side. His hand was on her lower back, keeping her body pressed up against his, whilst her leg was draped across his waist. Her gentle breathing was soothing for him, as he looked down at the slightly flustered Lisbon. Her hair was tussled, her lips were parted and full, slightly bruised from their night together. Her body was small against his, and as he lay there, he felt her beauty.
Every inch of it.
Every inch of her.
She was one of the most beautiful people he had ever met, both inside and out. She was self-less and caring, whilst she was sporty and active enough to keep her figure small, and model like. She was perfect, like a saint.
She was Saint Teresa.
She was the saint that fell in love with a devil.
She was the saint that fell in love with Patrick Jane.
He looked at his hand, pressed firmly against the small of her back. And there it was.
The reason he had stayed faithful.
The reason that he shouldn't have been in that room.
The reason that he was hunting a monster.
His ring.
The small band around his fourth finger on his left hand. His ring. His promise.
To her.
To his wife.
Not to Lisbon, not to Lorelei, not to Erica Flynn and not to Kristina Frye.
To Angela Ruskin-Jane.
The same Angela Ruskin-Jane who lay, at this very moment on a cold metal slab next to the daughter that wasn't hers. A flash of guilt hit him like thunder. Why was he here when his daughter, the woman who needed him, was out there? Why had he.. How had he broken his commitment to Angela? How.. Why.. What?
Because he loved her.
He had always loved Lisbon.
And he needed someone.
But that didn't justify it. That didn't give him the right to be here when people were working relentlessly to find his daughter. That didn't justify his betrayal.
He slowly slid from the spot next to Lisbon, leaving a small indentation in the bed from where he had lay. Lisbon moved to the warm spot left b his body and snuggled into the blanket a little more as Jane began picking up his clothes, slowly making his way out..
This was wrong. He shouldn't have been there in the first place. He shouldn't have done this. He shouldn't have left Lisbon, but he shouldn't have been there in the first place. Looking back at his lovers frame once more, he slid from the motel room, leaving any chance of a new life with Lisbon behind him.
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"This is no use. There's nothing here." She concluded, slumping in the chair after countless examinations of the same remains.
"Tell me again. There has to be something here. You just need to hear it to put the puzzle together.2 Booth said, despite the headache that was coming on from trying to understand her words.
"Woman, mid- thirties to early forties, classic Red john wounds, no defensive wounds, broken jaw, probably abused as a small child, she had children, she had a small frame, probably grew up in a native country and looks to be Eurasian. I would say she grew up in Ireland. I told you, we need to get Angela to do a facial reconstruction for me to be able to tell you any more." She concluded.
"Why was her jaw broken?" He asked.
"It looks like it was crushed. It's very common in car crashes" She said, beginning to put the peaces of the puzzle together.
"Have you got a photo of Lisbon?" She asked, as booth moved around to the folders containing the information on the CBI agents.
"Here…." He gave her a photo of the agent.
"Oh my.." She spoke softly.
"What?"
"Oh my!" She said a little louder.
"This.. This woman.. It appears to be.." She took a deep breath. "It looks like this woman is Lisbon's mum!"
"The cuts?" All could have been caused in a particularly brutal car accident." She spoke.
"So why..""This, this is what inspired Red John. He must have known Lisbon's mum!" Jane cried, as he walked in.
"So why did it take him, what, nine years to start killing?" Booth asked, squinting at the remains.
"We need to call Lisbon. Find out if she knows anyone who would fit the criteria." Brennan said, looking at Jane who looked down.
"What's the matter, Jane?2 Lisbon.. She.. She might not be at work today.." He began.
"Did you sleep with her and leave?" Sweets asked from the corner of the room, only just having woken up. This made Booth and Jane jump, having not realised that he was there.
"Uh.. Yeah.." He looked down, realising his mistake.
"Idiot." Brennan muttered, looking at the bones again.
"Yeah.. I.. I'm going back. I'll pick up some coffee..""Make it look like you only left for coffee?"
"Yeah.." He looked down again, before muttering something about it being for her own good and leaving the room.
"That man will be dead in the next hour if he goes back there." Brennan said, as she started looking again at the remains. Booth laughed at the way she had learned from Angela. "What?"
"You really do have a steep learning curve."
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When Teresa Lisbon awoke, she was on her own.
All alone.
She was alone, naked, in a bed covered with human .. Err .. Liquids. She looked up to see her clothes scattered around the floor, whilst there were none of his.
He had left.
Gone.
Like this was some stupid one night stand.
Like this meant nothing to him.
Like she meant nothing.
Because she didn't mean anything to him. She was a mean to an end.
She was a distraction.
No better than Lorelei.
No better than Erica Flynn.
No better than Kristina Frye.
She was just another tab on the bedpost.
She was nothing.
Tears filled her eyes as she sat, still naked on the bed she had shared with Jane. The man she had loved.
The man who had left.
She covered her naked chest, as tears began streaming down her face.
Why wont you love me?
A/N- Woo! Two chapters in one day! Im proud of myself!
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