Bones isn't mine!
This is a sort of follow up to my first Bones fanfic; Alone. You can also read this, without reading that but it will elaborate on the same team after a while.
Hope you like it!
A CHOICE MADE OUT OF FEAR
Some sort of warehouse.
Concrete walls, a concrete floor.
And there is tension in the air.
A lot of tension.
When she turns and looks in front of her she sees Booth. She sees his broad shoulders, his broad back. She sees that he is holding his gun in front of him. He isn't facing her. He is moving forward very slowly, without making any sound.
For a moment she doesn't know where she is. But then she suddenly remembers a short conversation she had a few minutes ago with Booth;
'I want you to stay here Bones. I am serious.'
She remembers the serious look Booth had on his face as he spoke these words.
She concludes from his facial expression that it must be about something really dangerous. His brown eyes are gazing intensily in hers, he is almost begging with his eyes for her to stay here. Where it's safe.
But that's not like her.
'Just give me a gun...' Is her answer.
She remembers the words flowing over her lips and the way she ignores Booth's pleading. They have done this scenario so many times already and he knows her answer. He knows she will go wherever he goes, whatever happens..
She can see that Booth is clenching his teeth. It tells her that he is irritated again by the fact that she won't listen to him. And that he should have known.
'Just...' Booth begins and then sighes irritated. '...Stay close behind me.'
'And the gun?' She reminds him. Trying never hurts right? And there will be a day that she will get her gun back. She will make sure of that. But the sooner, the better.
And then she remembers that her question was of no use again because Booth was already heading for the warehouse, ignoring her this time.
And here she is now in this dark warehouse.
She doesn't understand.
It's like everything goes in slow-motion, like the air is so thick around her that every move that she makes and every noise that is heard reaches her brains half a second later then usual.
She suddenly feels the strong urge to look at the ground beneath her instead of to watch out for probable danger.
She looks at her shoes. A frown appears in her brows as she sees that there's a dark liquid on them. What is that? As she concentrates on the liquid she notices that it's slowly running from her shoes onto the floor and she can see that it's the dark colour of blood. Her eyes grow big at this and she stares in astonishment at the moving liquid. She has a very bad feeling about this. She has seen blood so many times but this time, it sends a chill up her spine and she feels that something is totally wrong.
She hears someone scream the second that she realizes this. She slowly looks up at the screamer to see Booth who has turned around now and has his mouth are flowing out of it but she can't understand him.
She narrows her eyes, concentrates really well to hear what he is saying, what he is shouting but it's like they can't reach her, those words.
All she can see is that he looks very shocked. She swallows as she looks at her white blouse now and sees bloodstains there too. Her hands automatically go to the blood and touch it.
Her breath catches in her throat as she looks at both of her hands, covered in blood now.
It's her blood.
She wants to look up again at Booth but she gets pulled backwords. It's like an invisible force is pulling at her.
Just before she dissapeares into nothingness she is standing on the concrete floor again. It's dark. It's the warehouse again. She looks at the concrete walls, the concrete floor. They breathe out something cold. Something hard.
And there is tension in the air.
And again Booth is walking in front of her. His hands clasped around his gun, aiming in front of him at nothing. Nothing yet.
She quickly looks at her shoes as she holds her breath, afraid to see, but there's nothing there. A sickening feeling spreads through her. Her hands automatically move to her white blouse, no blood.
Her eyes grow wide. Is she going crazy? She opens her mouth to call Booth, to tell him what just happened, or just to do something but she gets cut off by his hard voice. He is shouting at someone in the darkness, someone that is probably standing somewhere in front of him.
At the same time she hears a noise from the others side. She can hear again! When she turns her face towards the noise she sees smoke, then a gun barrel and then two hands around a gun, two arms, and a face. A man.
The impact of the bullit is very painful, it's as if she feels the bullit penetrate the thin fabric of her white blouse, touch her skin and force itself into her muscles, tissue and possibly even into her bones.
The force of it throws her back. For a moment she floats in the air and then lands hard on the ground.
A shrill shout. It's Booth calling for her. Shouting for her. She can hear the shock in his voice.
But she is already lying on the cold hard concrete.
Bones body goes limp and her face falls to the side. Blood is seeping from her mouth onto the ground.
Booth is too late...
Everything is black now.
Brennan exhales in shock as she sits up. She quickly looks around to find herself in her bed, tangled up in her sheets. Her eyes dart quickly through the room as she is panting heavily. Sunlight is trying to push itself through the closed blinds. She looks at her shirt and feels her stomach. There's nothing there. She isn't wounded. Thank god.
It's morning. Nothing has happened. What an awful nigthmare. She tries hard to steady her breathing. That nightmare had been so real. It was awful. Being shot like that. She can't help but wonder why that dream has been so vivid.
She groans as she slips out of her bed. Her muscles feel sore everywhere.
She passes the bathroom-mirror without looking in it and strips off her pj's and jumps in the shower. Maybe the warm water will take away some of the tension in her muscles.
Brennan sighs as she walks into her office. Being at work does her much good. She still has a lot of cases to do. Skeletons to examine.
'Hello.' Angela says as she passes Brennan.
'He Ange.' Brennan says friendly as she turns around to see Angela leave. She frowns her brows, Angela sounded different from other times. It's like...She is very sad or as if something is wrong. Brennan makes a mental note to go see her later and to ask if she is allright.
She walks into her office and moves behind her desk. A confused look appears on her face as she doesn't see her files. And it's like everything is in another place as well. How is that possible?
Brennan is pulled away from her confusion and growing irritation as she hears someone coming towards her.
'Zack.' Brennan says as she looks at the office again while rummaging through the files.
'Dr. Brennan, what are you doing here?' He sounds...Surprised? Astonished, she doesn't know. But something in his tone comes over as...Peculiar, different. Off...Not Zack-like. She looks up.
'What do you mean what am I doing here?' She asks surprised.
'Well...' He says pointing at the desk. 'You are sitting behind my desk.' He says shyly as he turns a deep shade of red.
'Your desk?' Brennan asks astonished as her eyes grow wide. Her eyes fall on the name plate that she has overseen before. She takes it up and reads:
Dr. Z. Addy
Booth is staring at the hospital bed. There's a deep frown in his forehead. He feels so angry with himself. It's his fault. He shouldn't have allowed her to come with him.
He can't ban the shouting out of his head, the scenario plays itself over and over in his head, like it happens over and over again. Not giving him rest, not making it able for him to just sit next to her. Next to her unmoving body in that big hospital bed.
And again the scenario begins from the start in his head;
His own voice, shocked as he sees Bones falling on the ground. Blood seeping from her chest. Her face that falls to one side. Her soft cheeck on the hard and cold concrete. And then, a small stream of blood is running down the corner of her mouth. Ending on the floor.
It's like his world has collapsed. He even doesn't hear the other agents shooting at the man that did this to her.
He doesn't hear or see anything anymore, he just sees Bones. And he is running towards her, bending in front of her. But she feels so cold. Her skin feels so cold...
Hope you liked it and aren't to confused!I really tried to write it in a way that would be less confusing, I hope that worked!In the next chapter you ofcourse find out more...What are your thougths now?Please Review!