OH MY GOD! Guys, I am SO, SO sorry for not updating this since DECEMBER! Let me tell you, I have had fanfic after fanfic idea go through my brain, and I had supreme writer's block with this one. Not to mention the fact that I also became very busy with Science Olympiad...anyways, this is probably going to be the final chapter, unless you guys want me to write more, in which case I can write other fics that take place in this world. :-) Um, please review, I would love to know how you guys liked it, and again, I'm so sorry that it took this damn long. If you guys like the idea of Riona Gallagher, I do have PLENTY of other fanfiction with Booth and Riona, and they would love to play if you're going to come out and read and review for me. :-) So, please enjoy the final installment of De-Ja-Vou.
Random Disclaimer (Because, guys, I think by now you'd have it figured out that I'm not Hart Hanson or Kathy Reichs)
Me: "Booth. Find me. Now."
Booth: "I found a clue! Now, if Hannah doesn't act like a slippery little weasel, I'll be able to save you."
Me: "Good. Thank God."
Booth: "Just stay strong and calm, and I'll be there as soon as I can."
Angel: "Guys, don't give the story away..."
It had been weeks since the last time I had seen Riona. Weeks since she had been kidnapped by my psychotic ex-girlfriend. All I wanted was a little scrap of a clue that could show me where she was. If she was even alive.
*You've got mail!* My little alert system says to me.
"Guys! There's a new thing from Hannah!" I shout, opening it up and clicking on the link as they gather around the screen.
I shouldn't have clicked on the link. It showed Riona. She was screaming as loud as she could as Hannah tortured her. I hear Angela and Cam gasp as Hodgins holds Angela tightly.
"NO!" I want to be loud, but the sheer horror at what I was seeing made it come out a whisper. "Oh, God, Bones," my heart shatters as she lets out another ear-splitting scream.
I see the glimpse of a street sign outside the window that Riona was by, and an idea comes to me.
"Ang, zoom in on that window."
"Zoom in, right there. There's a street sign. I can get to her! I can save her!"
She does as I say, and I see that it was on the corner of 12th Avenue and Jay Street.
"I'm going, right now! If I'm not back in an hour, call back up," I order, rushing out to the SUV.
I scream again as Hannah plunges the knife into the palm of my hand.
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God! Please, just end this vast inferno of agonizing pain! Please, either let me sink into unconsciousness or let her kill me! Please! I scream inside of my head, wishing for the pain to go away.
I was thinking of the time that I had seen Booth getting tortured, and how it was one of the hardest things I'd gone through until he took the first damn bullet for me. I wasn't like him. He sat there and barely even winced. I was screaming with everything I had, knowing that it had to end soon. I had to pass out at some point, right? Please, let that point be soon.
My plea was answered, for the time being anyways, and I pass out.
I wake up later, and I can feel the aching of every bone, the scorching pain of every piece of cut up skin and stab wound.
"Welcome back," Hannah smiles that too-sweet smile of hers at me.
"If I were being welcomed back, I'd have my friends surrounding me, and I wouldn't have cuts and stab wounds all over my body," I spit at her.
"Oh, trust me. This is your welcome back. Because, it's time to say goodbye to all you hold dear. I'm afraid that Seeley hasn't stopped looking for you, and he needs to know just how serious I am. So, you've long outlived your use. I'm afraid that this is goodbye," Hannah points a gun at me, and I couldn't defend myself while tied to a chair.
I close my eyes, thinking hard of Booth. Thinking of how I loved him so, so, much, I take a deep breath.
"FBI!" I hear Booth yell, and I open my eyes to find him, Chris Knight, and other agents rushing inside. "Drop the gun, Hannah!"
She whirls around, knocking me to the ground. I hit my head on the cement, and fall into the blackness.
I see Hannah point the gun at me, and I point mine directly at her.
"Would you really shoot me, Seeley? The woman that you love?"
"I don't love you. The woman that I love was kidnapped and tortured brutally for weeks. I will shoot you if I have to, Hannah, and you know that I'm a much better shot than you are. So, drop the gun right now if you have any hopes of surviving this," my voice was cold, like steel, and I had one eye on Bones's crumpled body laying next to Hannah; I hadn't heard a gunshot, so I could only pray that I wasn't too late.
Surprisingly, Hannah does as I say. I read her her rights, and then I arrest her. Chris takes control of the situation, and I drop to my knees beside Bones.
"Bones, please, wake up. Wake up, Riona," Booth was shaking me gently, a hand on my cheek.
"Booth?" I whisper, my eyes fluttering open.
"It's me," he replies, smiling slightly at me.
"Everything hurts," I whimper.
"It's okay, Bones. Let's get you to the hospital. Everything will be fine; I promise."
"Hospital? Why? I want to go home!"
"Bones, you have a concussion, probably some broken ribs, and your arm looks broken from the way you fell on it."
"Okay. Stay with me?" I ask, using the same three words he did after he was shot.
"I promise. I'm not going anywhere," he replies, kissing my forehead. "I'm going to pick you up now."
"Why are you telling me?"
"With your arm and ribs, it might hurt. I'm really sorry if it does."
"It's fine. As long as you're here."
"One, two, three," he picks me up, and I grit my teeth and try not to whimper as he lifts me into his arms.
I put my face in the crook of his neck and use my good arm to hold him tightly.
"What's going on?" I open my eyes again, only to find Booth at my side and holding my left hand tightly between his own hands.
"They had to give you surgery, to rebreak the bones that hadn't started to heal right. They gave you a heavy pain reliever that has made you a bit loopy and sleepy," he replies.
"Oh. So, you're not imaginary?"I ask in a loopy-Max-on-Valium voice.
"I told you that I wasn't going anywhere. And, I'm not. I'm staying right by your side until you're out of the hospital. You're going to be safe. You're not going to get kidnapped again."
"I've only been kidnapped, um, three times? Four?" I ask Booth, laughing slightly. "I can't even remember how many times I've been kidnapped."
"Too many times, Bones. You've been kidnapped way too many times."
"Well, I always have my knight-in-shining-FBI-standard-issue-body-armor here to save me," I squeeze his hand and give him a small smile.
"I'm just glad that you're okay. Other than the broken bones, anyways. You're actually here and safe."
"Thank you. You save me every time. Thank you," I reply.
"Of course, Bones. After all, I am your knight-in-shining-FBI-standard-issue-body-armor. I will always save you."
"I know you will," I smile wider, just glad to have him here with me.
"So, I've had a lot of time to think the past weeks, and I love you, Bones. I was lying when I said that Hannah wasn't a consolation prize, because any woman who isn't you is a consolation prize. I need you in my life, because without you, I'm a really pissed off, sleep-deprived lunatic FBI guy."
"No, you're not. Well, you're not a lunatic, Booth. And, I love you, too, but you should already know that."
"Yeah, I do, Bones," he leans in and presses his lips to mine; it was very brief and gentle and perfect.
As we pull away, I smile at him, and then I yawn. He returns the smile, squeezes my hand, and kisses my forehead.
"Sleep, Bones. I'll be right here."
"You need to sleep, too, and that chair is not good for your back," I say, scooting to my right to make room for him.
"What are you doing, Bones?"
"You're going to sleep with me," I realize what that sounds like. "You know what I meant," I add hurriedly at his smirk. "All my broken bones are on my right side, and I'm not going to let your back get screwed up in that chair," he was giving me a look like he was going to say no, so I decide to plead. "Please, Booth. For me?"
He sighs, running his hand through his already tousled hair. "Okay, for you. If I get in trouble, I'm blaming you."
"No, you won't," I reply, smirking as he lays down next to me and pulls me into his arms.
"I love you, Booth," I tell him.
"I love you, too, Bones," he kisses the top of my head and holds me closer.
A few hours later, I wake up screaming. Tears were rolling down my face as Booth jolts awake beside me, instantly bringing his arms tight around me, and letting me sob into his chest.
"Hey, it's okay, Bones. I'm here; I'm right here. She's not going to be able to touch you ever again. I won't let anything happen to you, understand. No one will ever hurt you again. No one."
I clutch tightly at him, and he kisses the top of my head. Slowly, ever so slowly, I stopped crying as the pain and fear left my body. He continued to whisper words of consolation and love into my ear, and it calmed me.
"Thank you, Booth," I manage when I was finally done crying.
"That's why I'm here. You okay now?" he asks.
"Yeah. I had a nightmare. Hannah had actually managed to kill you in this one."
"No one has been able to do that yet, and I'm not about to let anyone do it easily."
I smile gratefully at him. "I'm so lucky to have you. I love you."
"I love you, too, Riona. More than anything. You are what keeps me fighting," he kisses me gently, and I welcome the warmth and love that comes with his lips on mine.
"Why do you keep pulling away so soon?" I ask, pouting at him.
"Because, you should take it easy until you're out of the hospital. And, they told me that they won't let you out for another week."
"Week! I don't want to stay here for a week! Can't you convince them to let me go stay with you, or that you'll stay with me? I can rest and recuperate in my own home, my own bed."
"I know you can, Baby, but I don't think that the doctors will be swayed. Dr. Octavian did seem kinda strict about these orders."
"Well, that's stupid. I should be allowed to go home if I want to."
He smiles slightly, and he kisses me again. I wrap my arms around his neck, hoping to keep his lips against mine for a bit longer. It didn't work, because he pulls back and kisses my forehead.
"Go back to sleep, Bones. I'll be here when you wake up, and I'll keep you safe. I promise."
"Thank you. Most people wouldn't put up with me."
"No, but I'm not most people. I'm your partner and your boyfriend. Besides, you put up with me when I was insane and on Viccodin."
"True. You were extremely funny, though," I tease.
"Why don't you just sleep?" he asks, kissing the top of my head.
I snuggle into his embrace, placing my ear over his heart. He murmurs something in my ear, but I didn't hear it, as I was already asleep.