Stormy Weather

By 18lztwner

Chapter 1

Thunder rolled and lightening struck all around the Washington D.C. area. Dr. Temperance Brennan sat on her couch with her laptop. She closed the Word document that contained the first few chapters of her latest book. Then she clicked the Start Menu and Turn Off Computer. After selecting the Shut Down option, the forensic anthropologist closed the laptop up and placed it on the coffee table.

Getting up, Dr. Brennan headed into her kitchen. She filled the Mr. Coffee © pot with water and poured it into the top of the little coffee maker. Despite its name, the machine was never made for making coffee. She never put a filter or coffee grounds in it. The Mr. Coffee © was just faster at heating the water than her natural gas stove. Moving to the box of hot chocolate on the counter; she pulled it open and grabbed her favorite mug off the rack next to the sink. Taking a packet of hot cocoa mix out of the box, she poured the contents into the Jeffersonian mug. Soon the water was done in the Mr. Coffee © and she poured the hot liquid into her cup. Realizing she'd forgotten to grab a spoon, she turned around to reach for the silverware drawer when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Normally she would have dismissed it as her eyes playing tricks on her but since Bernard Mantelli broke into her apartment a few months ago, she didn't take any chances.

Slowly, she turned around back toward the entrance of her living room. Now she saw nothing in the well lit apartment and she wondered if the storm was just making her jumpy. The lightening and thunder had increased in number and ferocity. Rain splattered in every direction as the wind picked up. Brennan still felt uneasy and wondered if she should call her partner and boyfriend, FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth. They had hit a rough patch a few months back but things were getting better and she felt as though she could really use his touch right about now.

Shaking her head, she turned back opened her silverware drawer and grabbed two utensils. One an ordinary spoon and the other one of her special knife set. These knives were supposedly able to cut through tin cans. Brennan stirred her hot cocoa and reached for her cell phone which was inside her pocket. Pressing the speed-dial, the phone made the call.

"Booth." The voice that came over felt comforting.

"It's me, Seeley." Brennan told him. There was a silence over the line for a few moments.

"Are you ok?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm just wondering why my phone didn't recognize your number. It's probably the storm. What's up?" He explained.

"Can you come over? I know this sounds so illogical but I have this feeling that I'm not alone in my apartment." Brennan told him.

"I'll be right over." Booth didn't hesitate to answer. He trusted her as a partner and girlfriend. Though they hadn't gotten past make out sessions and lying in bed talking, he didn't want to push her. If she felt uncomfortable it probably was because something was wrong.

Booth knocked on the apartment door ten minutes later. It was record time for the usually crowded D.C. streets. However the storm had chased many people indoors and the roads were mostly empty. The door opened and a relieved Temperance Brennan was seen standing there.

"I'm so glad you're here." The words rushed out before she realized what she was saying. Lately, she had becoming more and more open and frankly it was scaring her.

"At least that makes one of us." He teased after seeing the large, sharp, knife in her hand. Booth came in, took the knife and set it down on the stand near the door. Then he wrapped his arms around her.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he kicked the door shut. The two moved into the living room and Booth waited for her answer.

"I saw something move out of the corner of my eye and I just got a little jumpy. I guess." Brennan said. Booth backed away from her and joked,

"You want me to sweep your apartment?"

"I guess I just overreacted. But since you're here…" she leaned over and kissed him.

"Mmmm." Booth said as he pulled her closer. A sudden strike of lightening doused the light in the apartment followed by a crash down the hall.

To Be Continued…