There's no such thing as ghosts. Right?
I don't own Bones.
Brennan had been asleep when she felt a presence in the room. Booth was involved in a kidnapping case and wasn't home yet; so, Brennan should have been alone. Opening her eyes, Brennan carefully moved her head to see if she could see whoever was in the room with her.
Surprised, Brennan sat up and stared at an older woman standing two feet from her bed. The woman appeared to be sixty years old. Her hair was brown with streaks of gray and her eyes were the color of chocolate. Her eyes were wet with the tears that filled them, the tears silently sliding down her cheeks.
Not afraid, Brennan asked, "Who are you? How did you get into this apartment?"
Not saying anything, the woman lifted her left hand, palm up and opened it to show a small toy soldier in the middle of her hand.
Brennan, not convinced that she was in any danger, stared at the woman and then the small toy, "You should leave now. This is not your apartment."
Turning, the woman walked through the open doorway.
Brennan, curious what the woman would do next, slid out of her bed and walked across the room and into the living room. Puzzled, Brennan didn't see or hear the older woman. Walking around the apartment, Brennan couldn't find her. Walking to the front door, Brennan unlocked the door and looked out into the hallway. Finding the hallway empty Brennan closed the door, locked it and went back to her bedroom.
Noticing that the clock on the nightstand read 2:37 a.m., Brennan retrieved her phone from her dresser and called Booth.
Her call going to voicemail, Brennan placed the phone back on the dresser and went back to bed.
An hour later, Brennan was awakened again. Opening her eyes, Brennan saw the woman standing at the end of her bed. Holding her hand out, palm up, the woman showed Brennan a small broken toy soldier. Seeing that Brennan was awake and was looking at the toy, the woman lowered her arm and then turned around and left the room.
Exasperated, Brennan slid out of her bed and followed the woman out of the bedroom. Seeing the woman walking across the living room, Brennan then saw the woman walk through the closed front door.
Sighing, Brennan muttered, "I'm imagining things. There is not such thing as apparitions."
Walking back into her bedroom, Brennan noticed that the clock now displayed 3:37 a.m. Retrieving her phone from the dresser Brennan sat down on her bed and called Booth. Her call going to voicemail, Brennan then called Agent White whom she knew was working the kidnapping case with Booth.
"Special Agent White."
"Agent White, this is Temperance Brennan. I'm trying to reach Booth. Is he still with you?"
"No, we rescued the child a few hours ago. Booth said he was heading straight for home about a couple of hours ago. He should be home by now. It should only be about an hour and half drive."
Worried, Brennan responded, "He isn't home yet and his phone is sending me to voice mail."
"Ok, I'll check into it. I'll have someone check his GPS coordinates and see where he is. Maybe he got caught in a traffic tie-up."
Standing next to Booth's hospital bed, Brennan held Booth's right hand as he explained what happened.
"I was just driving along and a big deer jumped out in front of my truck. I tried to get out of the way and I kind of lost control of my truck. I saw I was heading into the trees on the side of the road; but, it happened so fast and I couldn't stop the damn truck. I went past some trees, down an embankment and my truck ended up plowing into a big tree. I guess I was knocked out. The next thing I know woke up in an ambulance and the EMT said I'd been in an accident. He wouldn't let me call you. He had me on a back board strapped down and wouldn't let me move. I'm sorry Bones. I would have called you if they'd have let me."
Smiling, Brennan squeezed Booth's hand, "That's ok, Booth. They just wanted to make sure you didn't hurt yourself any further. They did the right thing. Thankfully your injuries aren't too serious."
Laughing quietly, Booth held Brennan's hand, "You know it's weird what you dream about. While I was unconscious, I dreamed that my grandmother was standing next to my truck and talking to me. She said that I needed to be a good soldier and to be brave. She said she'd get someone to come help me. Isn't that crazy? She's been dead for twenty three years."
Feeling a chill run down her spine, Brennan replied, "Yes the mind can . . . Yes, it is crazy."
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