Author: WhisperingLeaves PM
When Booth loses the most precious being in his life, who will be there for him? The case, the emotions, the ultimate healing. Chapter 11 is now up!Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 11 - Words: 12,509 - Reviews: 65 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 46 - Updated: 06-13-07 - Published: 03-16-07 - id: 3443649
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A/N:Okay guys, so I haven't written a fanfic here before, but I used to be quite a fan of doing so a few years back. I decided to try my hand at a Bones' fic. Please tell me if you like the concept, and be warned, it is very angsty, but there is hope for B/B yet!!
A siren sounded off in the distance as the shrill pitch followed me closely. I knew the time of rescue was shrinking. At this very moment, the body would be found. Typically, I would be interested in this person and all their bones had to reveal. But not this time. This time it would affect him. If only I had known.
A feeling stirred within me, indicating the presence of fear. As a forensic anthropologist, I knew the faces of those victimized in the most inhumane way, but nothing could prepare me for the contents of the rather mundane building I was standing outside of.
Rushing inside, I immediately knew that the victim had been deceased for no more than two days; the signs of decomposition had barely begun. As I traversed the dilapidated building, I saw him. A little mass huddled in a corner, with blond curls and a face seen somewhere before.
As I walked closer, the sheer mutilation of this body astounded me. I rummaged through my bad, pulling out my tape recorder and slipping on a pair of gloves. "From the little I can discern, the victim is between the ages of 3.5 and 5 years. Noting the pelvic structure, this is male. Death occurred by.." as I intended to find cause of death, a dull medal lodged in the victims right hand caught my attention.
Slowly I pulled it out, revealing a medal of some sort, presumably from the military service. "Oh God..." I whispered into the still running recorder. "It's Parker."
Finding myself shaking, I stood up and frantically searched around the room. Seeing no one, I grabbed my bag and left, incoherently telling a nearby officer to inform the bureau that I could not partake in this case, and speaking the words I never imagined I would have to say. "This is Parker Booth, the son of Seeley Booth...I..." after trying to say more, I walked to my car, got inside and to drove to Booth's.
The emotional impact hadn't hit me yet, but a deep sorrow began to well up inside me, the realization of having to tell the man I trust more than anything that his own son was dead.
A/N: So…I know it's angsty, but puh-lease review! It'll get better, I promise!!!