Authors Note: First chapter of my new FF Last Promises.
I will try to upload frequently. I have a two week holiday in a week, so I will try to upload every day!

Summary: Someone is after Brennan and he won't rest until he gets her. Will Booth be on time to save her?
Every chapter will start with a part set in the future. So:
This is future.
This is present.
This is past.
Enjoy!!

Chapter 1.

'Beep, beep.' The monitor next to her bed beeps a normal rhythm. Her eyes are closed, just like the past two weeks. Her hand are lying next to her body. Her right hand is covered by a left hand. The same left hand that would cover her right every day. Every single, same day.
'Beep, beep.'

She runs her hand trough her hair, trying to focus on her report. She and her partner just finished a case.
'Seriously, Bones. This was way too easy. The dude confessed right away!' Seeley Booth exclaims to his partner, Temperance Brennan.
'Maybe he had remorse.' She suggests.
'Remorse? A serial killer? Jokes are supposed to be funny!'
'I wasn't joking.'
'I know.' He sighs. He keep his eyes on the road.
'Why are you so upset? We got a killer behind bars.'
'I don't know, Bones. I don't think he did it.'
She sighs. She is tired, wanting to go home. But she promised Booth to finish the report.
"Bones!" Booth comes walking in her office. She answers by lifting her hand.
"What're you doing?" He asks, looking over her shoulder.
"Writing my report." She answers, as if it's obvious.
"You can do that tomorrow. You seem tired." He rolls back her chair.
"You need this report tomorrow. Give me five minutes." He turns her chair, making her look at him.
"Forget the report. I'll hand it in later." She sighs, admitting she is tired. And the Bureau can wait for that report.
"Maybe you're right." She agrees, standing up.
"I'm always right." He helps her with her coat. And then leads her out of her office. She switches the lights off, following Booth to the exit, toward the elevator.

Booth bounces his knees on the rhythm of the music in the elevator. Brennan forms a little smile.
"You always seem to enjoy this music."
"I don't enjoy the music. I just hum along." He says, with an ignorant tone.

Brennan steps out of the elevator first, opening the glass door in front of her, walking towards Booth's car. She knows exactly where it's parked. After all, he always parks in her spot if her car isn't there. At first the guards in the garage would give him ticket, since he can't park in her spot. Partner or not. But now they don't even notice any more. After all, Brennan's spot is Booth's spot.
Booth walks next to her, his left hand on her lower back. He always does that, and at first she stiffened a little at feeling his hand, but now she is used to it. She even considers it normal.
Booth grabs his keys, pressing a little red button, opening the doors of his car. She opens the passenger door, and takes a seat in the relaxing chairs of his SUV.
"How about we get breakfast tomorrow?" Booth suggest, driving the car out of the garage.
"That's fine with me. But I need to finish your report." Brennan answer, always putting work first.
"You'll finish that report, don't worry." The rest of the drive went silent, since they already discussed the case, in the car, driving towards the Diner, and at dinner in the Diner. So the last time they saw each other was three hours ago, and nothing interesting happened in that short period of time.
"Do you want me to walk along?" He asked, parking his car, in front of Brennan's apartment building.
"That won't be necessary, Booth." She smiles at him.
"Good night." She says, stepping out of the car.
"Good night, Bones."

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He checks his watch, yawning.
"Hurry up a little." He whispers, not wanting anyone to hear him.
"Finally." He sighs, seeing the glass door open. He opens his window, taking out his camera. He takes a few pictures, then closes his window again. He looks trough the pictures, grabbing a piece of paper to write down the time.
'Thursday, 23:18 PM, leaving.' He grabs another pen, with a different color, writing something else down. 'Leaving together.' He lays everything away and starts his engine when he's sure the black SUV left.
He follows the SUV in an unsuspicious distance. Holding his thumbs on the piece of paper on the steering wheel, pen in his mouth. They're getting closer to the apartment so he takes his pen out of his mouth, clicking it.
'23:32, arrival apartment.' He parks his car from a save distance, taking a few other pictures. He again grabs an other colored pen. 'Enters the building alone.'
He checks his notes; almost very day is the same. He nods after reading the note completely.
"This might do." And he takes off, looking at the picture on the passenger chair.
"See you tomorrow, Temperance." He mumbles.

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She opens her apartment door, turning on the lights. She lets out a sigh and drops her mail on the coffee table. She opens the door of her refrigerator, taking out a bottle of orange juice, taking a little sip. She is not thirsty, it's just a reflex; drinking before going to bad. She checks her answering machine.
'There are no new messages.' The robotic voice says. She grabs her phone from her purse and heads towards her bedroom. She sits on the edge of the bed, taking of her shoes and socks. Throwing them in a corner.
"I'll clean that up tomorrow." She tells herself. She stands up, walks towards her closet and grabs a random shirt. The shirt is too big, but she likes to sleep in too big shirts. She takes of the blouse she is wearing, throwing it in the corner, joining her socks. She looses her bra and takes it off, turning towards her bed, grabbing the too big shirt. She puts it on and takes off her pants. Slowly she walks to the light switch, switching the lights off. She walks to her bed and steps in it, resting her head on the pillow. She closes her eyes and it takes her five minutes to sink into a nice, deep sleep.