IMPORTANT: This is my first ever Bones fic, and even though I've read almost all of the BoothxBones ones here, I have still only seen the show twice! So, if there are mistakes, tell me so I know what not to do later. Much thanks!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only the scotch tape holding posters to my wall.
Spoilers: None (I've only seen two episodes anyway…)
Pairing: Booth x Brennan
Chapters: Going to be two, unless people need more…
Last Words: Again, I have only seen two episodes and I am mostly going off of what I have read on people's stories. Don't hurt me! –hides in corner-
The door of his spotless black SUV slammed shut as Special Agent Seeley Booth strode through the parking lot and through the front doors of the Jeffersonian Institute in Washington D.C. He navigated his way through stretches of familiar halls and reached the empty office of Dr. Temperance Brennan, resident forensic anthropologist. Seeing it was empty, Booth walked to the lab where she was probably working with the other scientists. And there she was, calmly walking around a table that housed the skeletal remains of something or another. Booth watched her work and took a deep breath. It was never easy to pry her away from projects.
"Hey, Bones!" He put on the ol' charm smile as he walked up to her. She looked up at him with a glare.
"Don't call me that." Brennan said with a slight shake of the head. Booth ignored her request, and instead, began looking at the bones scattered around the table. Brennan watched him feign interest in her current puzzle before crossing her arms over her chest and frowning.
"What are you doing?" She asked bluntly. Booth looked surprised and almost hurt at her accusation.
"You mean I can't be interested in your work?" He asked innocently. Brennan sighed.
"What do you want, Booth? I know you didn't come here just to look at bones and I would like to get back to work." She frowned.
"Well, I actually came here to get you to look at bones." Booth smiled and leaned on the table. Brennan's eyebrow quirked as she glared at him and his elbow on her table.
"Off." Brennan demanded. Booth quickly complied. He didn't want her too angry on their way to the site. "And why do you need me to come look at bones? I can very well do that right here." Booth sighed.
"Some kids were playing along a riverbank making sandcastles with the sand. One of them went to dig up some dirt a few feet off to decorate the castle with. Kid finds a bony hand sticking up in the ground, freaks out. We need an ID on the skeleton." Booth stated flatly. Brennan just stood there, arms crossed defiantly over her chest. "Oh, c'mon Bones! We just need an ID. It shouldn't take you too long to give the bones an once-over and then we can get someone else to cart them back here." The forensic anthropologist sighed exasperatedly.
"Hurry up before I change my mind." She growled, removing her lab coat and gloves. Booth, surprised at how easy it was to get her to come, followed Brennan back to her office and watched her remove the rubber band from her hair, the brown waves cascading down her back.
"What?" She asked Booth, giving him a strange look. Booth realized he was staring.
"Nothing." He said hurriedly. Brennan gave him another look before pulling her long black coat on over her dark green shirt and jeans. Booth held the door for her as she walked past him, and he caught a breath of her sweet perfume before following the anthropologist down the halls and out the door.
The skies were unusually dark for the midmorning hour. Clouds were rolling in from the east and the air was very thick. A cool breeze ruffled Brennan's hair, and she pulled her coat tightly around her small frame. She ducked under the yellow police tape that surrounded a patch of ground by a river. Booth began speaking to the head officer on the scene while another policeman directed Brennan over to the site where the body was. She snapped on a pair of latex gloves and crouched down beside the hole, looking over the remains.
The sky began rumbling softly, and a light misty rain begin initiated its descent toward the ground. The policeman warned Brennan to watch the soft ground, lest is slide from beneath her feet. She mumbled a reply, clearly absorbed in the bones, and the policeman left her to her work. Booth found himself glancing back at her every few minutes, watching her small back as she knelt over the bones and observed them. He turned back to the officer on site and began talking about the condition of the terrain and past weather that could have disturbed the bones.
Brennan stood and brushed the dirt off her knees. She walked around the hole and stood on the opposite side, her back facing the frothing waters of the river. Booth and the head officer were discussing how the river, swollen with recent rain, had been wearing away at the bank and now it was just a steep incline of perilous sand beneath a lip of semi-solid earth. Booth turned back to check on Brennan again, and stopped.
She was now facing him, and he watched her eyes light up as she knelt down beside the skeleton. Her eyes were calculating, and he could almost see her brain running through scenarios behind her beautiful face. One of her hands reached into the hole and brushed dirt off of the ribcage of the skeleton. Booth watched her in silence. He didn't know why he had never noticed the fire that reigned in the deep emerald abyss of her eyes when she worked, or how they reflected the passion she held for her work once involved in a case. Booth felt a small smile work its way onto his face before he unwillingly turned back to the distraction that was the officer.
It was raining a little more heavily now, but the sky still retained its gentle rumble. The site was calm, Brennan studying, Booth talking. An interesting break in the femur closest to the river captured Brennan's attention as she abandoned the marks on the ribs. She readjusted herself so now her feet were on the seemingly solid lip of the bank as she studied the bone abrasions around the clean break. Suddenly, an eruption of thunder echoed around them. The ground shook slightly and everyone jumped at the sound. Booth spun around to face Brennan.
When the thunder had crashed, Brennan had started, just like everyone else. But, the sand under her feet shifted as the lip cracked, and she felt herself falling backwards. Her hand flew behind her, but where solid ground should have been, there was only air.
Booth watched her fall as the world around him stopped. He was frozen to the ground and he locked eyes with her. The fire was gone, replaced by fear. A truly scared expression flashed across her face as she began to disappear, little by little. Seeley Booth tried to find his voice, but it was as his feet were, stuck. He heard his name cross her lips, and then she was over the bank, gone.
"Tempe!" He finally found his voice just as a splash sounded, accompanied by another roll of thunder.
Cliffy, I know. So, what do you think? Good beginning for a first Bones fic? Horrible? You can help! Just click the little purple/blue button at the bottom left of this page and leave a review on your way out. As a bonus to clicking the button, the next chapter comes faster! So, ya! Review, please? -Ash