(The Lost Love in the Foreign Land)
A/N: I had a few requests for more 'Hide and Seek'.
I don't own Bones.
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This case had been rough on the both of them. A woman had been murdered because another lost soul like her had feared for her own child's life. The victim had simply wanted to find her fiancé, the man she loved and instead she had been killed, forever separated from the one she loved the most.
His day seemed to be conspiring against him. No matter what Booth did, something went wrong and he was getting tired of it. First one of his agents had been ticketed for reckless driving and he was forced to make the man go to driving school. It was ridiculous, but what could he do? Stark was having a hemorrhage over it and it didn't matter that the Agent had been on the way to a bank robbery.
Then Caroline came in to his office and busted his chops all because she'd lost her last case due to the fact that Agent Lewis had lost a key piece of evidence. Lewis insisted it was never handed over to him, but he was the agent in charge of that particular crime scene and he was being made the scape goat. I tell them over and over again, but do they listen to me. Fuck no!
His cherry on his sundae was when Brennan called to cancel her lunch with him. The CIA had dropped a body by the Lab and she was being pressured to identify it as soon as possible. I should kick Danny's ass just on principle. I'm in no mood to deal with the CIA and neither is Bones.
His phone pinging, Booth picked it up and found a message from his wife. They came for a new life, suffered tragedy, but are now happy.
Booth had thought that Brennan was still unhappy about their last case and now he knew it. Quickly thinking about how to reply, Booth smiled. "Hey how about we go out tonight on a date?
Her reply came quickly. His father was first buried near Franklinia Alatamaha because it was beautiful.
He'd seen that name written before, but hell if he could remember what it was. "Are we playing Hide and Seek because if we are, I don't know what that Franky thing is?"
No more new messages, Booth felt like he'd let her down, but if she wanted to play, she had to at least speak American if she wanted to play fair. Deciding he was hungry, he logged off of his PC, slipped on his jacket and stuffed his phone into a pocket.
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His hamburger and fries finally arrived and just as he popped a fry in to his mouth his phone pinged.
You were late for a funeral and I was irritated with you at the time. I know why now.
Hastily swallowing his fry, Booth stared at his phone. Yeah, I was late. No I don't think so.
Her reply was almost instantaneous. Come to me at 6 and I will prove it. Their final resting place is beautiful.
"Final resting place?" Surprised at the turn of phrase, Booth shook his head. This better be you, Bones.
A final message appeared. Be there at 6 and you'll know for sure.
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He entered the cemetery and saw Brennan standing next to the grave stones for Augustin and Maria Duarte. Once he was beside her, he crossed himself and said a quick prayer for the two laying in repose before him.
After he was done, Booth placed his arm around her shoulders. "Kind of an odd place to meet, don't you think?"
Brennan moved her arm around his back and rested her hand on his hip. "Our case reminded me of Jose and Rosa and how they almost lost everything too."
Pulling her against his side, Booth shook his head. "Yeah, but they didn't. They're in Philadelphia and they're citizens now like their son." Uncertain, Booth cleared his throat. "You don't really know why I was late for the funeral."
"You threatened to kill Ramon Ortez if he hurt me." Smugly, Brennan released her arm from around her husband and turned to face him. "You talk in your sleep when you have nightmares, Booth. I found out about six months after we started living together . . . At first I was very angry with you, but then I decided that there was no point. Five years had gone by and many things had transpired between us. That was the least of those things. You did what you felt had to be done because that is who you are."
Relieved, Booth pulled her into his embrace. "I'd do anything for you, Bones. I've told you before that I'd kill for you and if Ortez had done anything to you . . . He'd be a dead man right now."
"I know." Brennan held her arms tightly around her man. "I love you Booth."
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Let me know what you think of my little story. Thanks.
A/N: clues were for 'The Woman in the Garden'.