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Chapter 14
The sound of rain on the window woke Booth. He slowly opened his eyes. The room was still slightly dark because of the clouds outside but it was 9 o’clock. He looked at Brennan who was sound asleep اگلے to him. His arm was wrapped around her waist and his hand rested on her stomach. Brennan lay on her side. Her head on his shoulder and her arm flopped across his chest. Booth was in no rush to get up. He was still tired, it was raining, and Brennan was beside him. He was about to fall asleep again when a sudden high pitched voice stopped him.
“Wake up آپ two, breakfast is ready!” Genevieve called from the kitchen.
The sound woke up Brennan too. Booth sat up and yawned.
“What’s happening?” کہا Brennan in a muffled, half asleep tone. She was still laying down.
“Breakfast is apparently ready.”
“Oh. Okay.” She half fell, half rolled off the سوفی, لٹانا onto the floor. She rubbed her eyes. Booth helped her up and they went into the kitchen. Genevieve stood with a spatula کے, گوندھنے in one hand and three dishes on the table. A satisfied smile was on her face.
“Enjoy.” Was all she said. As they ate, they listened to Genevieve talk about random stuff, but they didn’t really listen. Brennan’s thought still lingered on what Laura had said. ‘He likes آپ and آپ like him back’. The words kept playing over and over. Booth’s thoughts tended مزید towards conserntraiting on the food in front of him. But when he finished he started to think about how to take care of Genevieve and Brennan.
After breakfast, Booth and Brennan started back to their cabin’s, leaving behind Genevieve who insisted she could defend herself. Booth and Brennan were arguing about last night. Booth insisted Brennan was scared when she fell off the couch, and Brennan argued back سے طرف کی saying she was just startled and it was just a movie. They carried on like that for a while. They were on their way back when the saw it.
Genevieve stood at the fence patting Starling, but 20 meters away sat the same man who had attacked Brennan, but this time he was holding a gun. The man lifted the gun to aim, at Gen, who stood clueless patting the horse.
With no سیکنڈ thought Booth pulled his gun and fired. The bullet missed but stopped the threat to Genevieve. Booth shot again at the running man.
“Get Gen!” was his order before he took off after him.
Brennan didn’t need to move, Genevieve had come to her.
“What the hell just happened?” she asked slowly.
“I don’t know.” She turned to Gen, “Go and lock yourself in your room.” Then Brennan ran off in the direction Booth had gone.
Booth ran through the thick growth around him. He had no idea where he was going. All he knew was that something was making a crashing sound ahead of him. He suddenly came into a clearing. He stopped. There was no sound. No movement. He waited, still nothing. In the end, he lowered his gun.
He turned to walk back, when a sudden movement yanked the gun from his hand, he spun around only to receive a smash across the face. The impact knocked him to the ground.
Booth quickly rolled to where he could see his attacker. He was about as tall as Booth, only he didn’t have a strong looking build, but Booth could see the guy had plenty mussel. He was skinny and wore a mask. One thing he was sure of, this guy moved quick. He struck at Booth with lightning speed, but missed. Taking the opportunity, Booth kneed the man in the guts, causing him to collapse to the ground.
“I don’t know who the heck آپ are, but آپ have a serious mental problem.” Booth chirped from above as he pulled the man’s arms behind his back.
“No, Agent Booth, آپ see, I’m not mentally sick, I’m just too smart for you.” His tone was calm and had a laugh to it. Without warning, he pulled out of Booth’s grasp and smashed him in the face. Booth stumbled backwards a few steps, but kept his balance. The stranger threw a punch, but missed سے طرف کی a fraction. Booth, on the other hand, never missed and, in a weird way, enjoyed planting his fist in this man’s face.
“Hah! Not so tough now, are you?” As soon as the words were spoken, he regretted them. The man jumped towards him so fast he didn’t know it had happened until it was too late. A sharp blade sliced a deep, five inch cut on his ribs. The man then hit Booth in the temple leaving him disoriented.
Trying not to double over in pain, Booth moved back up against a tree. Blood stained his shirt. He couldn’t see straight and his head really hurt. The man looked at his knife
“Bother.” He کہا in a taunting slightly disappointed tone. “I missed.” With that he strode towards Booth and struck him harder than ever. He fell to the ground. The man came and stood over Booth. He bent down and slowly drew another long, deep gash down his chest.
Booth cried in pain. He kicked as hard as he could and pushed the Man back a few meters. That’s when he spotted his gun. It was only about a metre away. He had to get to that gun. At least, he thought it was the gun. He wasn’t sure because his eyes were slightly murky.
“What, آپ don’t want to die slowly? آپ make my life hard agent Booth.” The man started making his way towards him again this time pulling a gun from his waist.
Booth took the chance. He quickly leant over and grabbed the gun, and fired.
The shot rung through the forest. It echoed from درخت to درخت and hung in the air like a fly. The sound made Brennan stop dead in her tracks. Her دل jumped in her throat.
No thoughts went through her head. She only felt a fear she’d never had before. Fear for her partner.
She ran quicker through thick shrubs and bushes. Leaves whipped her eyes and stung, but she didn’t care. Thorns and branches scraped her arms, but she didn’t care. She had to get to Booth.
She finally came through the last bushes and into the small clearing. The first thing she saw was someone lying on the ground, dead. Was it Booth? She started towards the body slowly. What if it was? How would she handle that?
“Bones?” کہا a quivering voice.
She spun around to see Booth leaning against the tree. His breathing was uneasy but he managed a smile. She ran over and flung her arms around his neck. She couldn’t contain it anymore and she couldn’t hide it from herself any longer either. She didn’t care if they were partners, she adored him. The thought of losing Booth to her was unbearable.
Her hug pulled him to the ground. Then she let go and kneeled اگلے to him.
“I thought that was you.” she کہا in a week voice.
“Nahh, I’ve been shot already. I have immunity.” He smiled at her, she smiled back. Then she wrapped her arms around him again. Pain shot through Booth’s body, but it all went away when Brennan touched him. It always did.
“Are آپ okay?!” She asked in an alarmed voice. She had noticed the blood on his shirt.
“Yeah, Bones I’m fine.” He tried to convince her, but she ignored him, as usual. She pulled up his shirt.
“Booth! You’re not fine! What happened, آپ look like you’ve been torn apart سے طرف کی a bear! We need to get آپ back.” She pulled his arm over her shoulders, and helped him up.
“What about him?” Booth asked nodding towards the dead body. “I say we leave him to rot.”
“Don’t آپ want to see who it is?” Brennan asked. Booth stood on his own for a moment, while Brennan pulled the mask off the dead man’s face. The man had black hair, and strong features. They had no idea who it was.
“I was kind of hoping it was Jay.” Booth کہا from behind. Brennan smiled and went back over to him. She put his arm around her shoulders.
“Bones, I can walk سے طرف کی myself.” He کہا reassuringly.
“I know.” She کہا it in a quiet voice. Then she pulled closer to him. Booth smiled to himself and tightened his grip on her. He ignored the surging pain that covered his chest. It was easy. He just kept thinking about the beautiful girl who was in his arms.
Chapter 15
The few hours after that weren’t too stressful. Genevieve was overly relieved to hear that the man was dead, but extremely sorry for the damage to Booth. She went to call her parents and tell them what had happened. Then she had told them she’d ride to the cafe in town and bring back dinner.
About an گھنٹہ later, Booth was sitting on The بستر in Brennan’s room while she dug around for a first aid kit.
“So, how long will it take for Gen to get tea?” Booth asked.
“She left about twenty منٹ ago, so she’ll be back in about an گھنٹہ and a half. Ahh! Here it is.” She pulled out a red box with a white پار, صلیب on it.
“So, what exactly are آپ planning to do?”
“Just clean the cuts.” She replied.
“Do we have to?” He whined.
“Yes. Those cut are really deep. آپ don’t want an infection.”
“Yes I do.” He tried one مزید time. She gave him a blank look.
“Take off your shirt.” She demanded as she sat down.
He couldn’t care less, he pulled off his shirt. Before he even threw it on the floor, Brennan started rubbing a disinfectant on his chest. He flinched.
“Oww! A little warning would be nice Bones!”
“You’re meant to be the tough one.” Brennan replied.
Booth didn’t bother arguing. He ignored the stinging and only felt one thing. The feeling of Brennan’s hands on his chest. While Brennan finished bandaged up the wound, she asked,
“Do آپ really think آپ have immunity to being shot?”
“No, it just seemed like a good thing to say at the time. I wish I did though.” They both went quiet for a minute. Booth gave her that odd smile. Brennan smiled too and asked,
“Why do آپ only ever give me that sm.....” she was cut off سے طرف کی the feeling of Booth’s lips on hers. After a moment, he slowly pulled back. Their lips were centimetres apart, then they joined again as he kissed her affectionately. This time, she kissed back. Right now, the world didn’t exist. Her hand ran over his chest and up his neck. Brennan pulled herself closer. He pushed her onto her back kissed her harder. With one hand, he slid around her waist and the other he reached up and flicked off the light.
Chapter 14
The sound of rain on the window woke Booth. He slowly opened his eyes. The room was still slightly dark because of the clouds outside but it was 9 o’clock. He looked at Brennan who was sound asleep اگلے to him. His arm was wrapped around her waist and his hand rested on her stomach. Brennan lay on her side. Her head on his shoulder and her arm flopped across his chest. Booth was in no rush to get up. He was still tired, it was raining, and Brennan was beside him. He was about to fall asleep again when a sudden high pitched voice stopped him.
“Wake up آپ two, breakfast is ready!” Genevieve called from the kitchen.
The sound woke up Brennan too. Booth sat up and yawned.
“What’s happening?” کہا Brennan in a muffled, half asleep tone. She was still laying down.
“Breakfast is apparently ready.”
“Oh. Okay.” She half fell, half rolled off the سوفی, لٹانا onto the floor. She rubbed her eyes. Booth helped her up and they went into the kitchen. Genevieve stood with a spatula کے, گوندھنے in one hand and three dishes on the table. A satisfied smile was on her face.
“Enjoy.” Was all she said. As they ate, they listened to Genevieve talk about random stuff, but they didn’t really listen. Brennan’s thought still lingered on what Laura had said. ‘He likes آپ and آپ like him back’. The words kept playing over and over. Booth’s thoughts tended مزید towards conserntraiting on the food in front of him. But when he finished he started to think about how to take care of Genevieve and Brennan.
After breakfast, Booth and Brennan started back to their cabin’s, leaving behind Genevieve who insisted she could defend herself. Booth and Brennan were arguing about last night. Booth insisted Brennan was scared when she fell off the couch, and Brennan argued back سے طرف کی saying she was just startled and it was just a movie. They carried on like that for a while. They were on their way back when the saw it.
Genevieve stood at the fence patting Starling, but 20 meters away sat the same man who had attacked Brennan, but this time he was holding a gun. The man lifted the gun to aim, at Gen, who stood clueless patting the horse.
With no سیکنڈ thought Booth pulled his gun and fired. The bullet missed but stopped the threat to Genevieve. Booth shot again at the running man.
“Get Gen!” was his order before he took off after him.
Brennan didn’t need to move, Genevieve had come to her.
“What the hell just happened?” she asked slowly.
“I don’t know.” She turned to Gen, “Go and lock yourself in your room.” Then Brennan ran off in the direction Booth had gone.
Booth ran through the thick growth around him. He had no idea where he was going. All he knew was that something was making a crashing sound ahead of him. He suddenly came into a clearing. He stopped. There was no sound. No movement. He waited, still nothing. In the end, he lowered his gun.
He turned to walk back, when a sudden movement yanked the gun from his hand, he spun around only to receive a smash across the face. The impact knocked him to the ground.
Booth quickly rolled to where he could see his attacker. He was about as tall as Booth, only he didn’t have a strong looking build, but Booth could see the guy had plenty mussel. He was skinny and wore a mask. One thing he was sure of, this guy moved quick. He struck at Booth with lightning speed, but missed. Taking the opportunity, Booth kneed the man in the guts, causing him to collapse to the ground.
“I don’t know who the heck آپ are, but آپ have a serious mental problem.” Booth chirped from above as he pulled the man’s arms behind his back.
“No, Agent Booth, آپ see, I’m not mentally sick, I’m just too smart for you.” His tone was calm and had a laugh to it. Without warning, he pulled out of Booth’s grasp and smashed him in the face. Booth stumbled backwards a few steps, but kept his balance. The stranger threw a punch, but missed سے طرف کی a fraction. Booth, on the other hand, never missed and, in a weird way, enjoyed planting his fist in this man’s face.
“Hah! Not so tough now, are you?” As soon as the words were spoken, he regretted them. The man jumped towards him so fast he didn’t know it had happened until it was too late. A sharp blade sliced a deep, five inch cut on his ribs. The man then hit Booth in the temple leaving him disoriented.
Trying not to double over in pain, Booth moved back up against a tree. Blood stained his shirt. He couldn’t see straight and his head really hurt. The man looked at his knife
“Bother.” He کہا in a taunting slightly disappointed tone. “I missed.” With that he strode towards Booth and struck him harder than ever. He fell to the ground. The man came and stood over Booth. He bent down and slowly drew another long, deep gash down his chest.
Booth cried in pain. He kicked as hard as he could and pushed the Man back a few meters. That’s when he spotted his gun. It was only about a metre away. He had to get to that gun. At least, he thought it was the gun. He wasn’t sure because his eyes were slightly murky.
“What, آپ don’t want to die slowly? آپ make my life hard agent Booth.” The man started making his way towards him again this time pulling a gun from his waist.
Booth took the chance. He quickly leant over and grabbed the gun, and fired.
The shot rung through the forest. It echoed from درخت to درخت and hung in the air like a fly. The sound made Brennan stop dead in her tracks. Her دل jumped in her throat.
No thoughts went through her head. She only felt a fear she’d never had before. Fear for her partner.
She ran quicker through thick shrubs and bushes. Leaves whipped her eyes and stung, but she didn’t care. Thorns and branches scraped her arms, but she didn’t care. She had to get to Booth.
She finally came through the last bushes and into the small clearing. The first thing she saw was someone lying on the ground, dead. Was it Booth? She started towards the body slowly. What if it was? How would she handle that?
“Bones?” کہا a quivering voice.
She spun around to see Booth leaning against the tree. His breathing was uneasy but he managed a smile. She ran over and flung her arms around his neck. She couldn’t contain it anymore and she couldn’t hide it from herself any longer either. She didn’t care if they were partners, she adored him. The thought of losing Booth to her was unbearable.
Her hug pulled him to the ground. Then she let go and kneeled اگلے to him.
“I thought that was you.” she کہا in a week voice.
“Nahh, I’ve been shot already. I have immunity.” He smiled at her, she smiled back. Then she wrapped her arms around him again. Pain shot through Booth’s body, but it all went away when Brennan touched him. It always did.
“Are آپ okay?!” She asked in an alarmed voice. She had noticed the blood on his shirt.
“Yeah, Bones I’m fine.” He tried to convince her, but she ignored him, as usual. She pulled up his shirt.
“Booth! You’re not fine! What happened, آپ look like you’ve been torn apart سے طرف کی a bear! We need to get آپ back.” She pulled his arm over her shoulders, and helped him up.
“What about him?” Booth asked nodding towards the dead body. “I say we leave him to rot.”
“Don’t آپ want to see who it is?” Brennan asked. Booth stood on his own for a moment, while Brennan pulled the mask off the dead man’s face. The man had black hair, and strong features. They had no idea who it was.
“I was kind of hoping it was Jay.” Booth کہا from behind. Brennan smiled and went back over to him. She put his arm around her shoulders.
“Bones, I can walk سے طرف کی myself.” He کہا reassuringly.
“I know.” She کہا it in a quiet voice. Then she pulled closer to him. Booth smiled to himself and tightened his grip on her. He ignored the surging pain that covered his chest. It was easy. He just kept thinking about the beautiful girl who was in his arms.
Chapter 15
The few hours after that weren’t too stressful. Genevieve was overly relieved to hear that the man was dead, but extremely sorry for the damage to Booth. She went to call her parents and tell them what had happened. Then she had told them she’d ride to the cafe in town and bring back dinner.
About an گھنٹہ later, Booth was sitting on The بستر in Brennan’s room while she dug around for a first aid kit.
“So, how long will it take for Gen to get tea?” Booth asked.
“She left about twenty منٹ ago, so she’ll be back in about an گھنٹہ and a half. Ahh! Here it is.” She pulled out a red box with a white پار, صلیب on it.
“So, what exactly are آپ planning to do?”
“Just clean the cuts.” She replied.
“Do we have to?” He whined.
“Yes. Those cut are really deep. آپ don’t want an infection.”
“Yes I do.” He tried one مزید time. She gave him a blank look.
“Take off your shirt.” She demanded as she sat down.
He couldn’t care less, he pulled off his shirt. Before he even threw it on the floor, Brennan started rubbing a disinfectant on his chest. He flinched.
“Oww! A little warning would be nice Bones!”
“You’re meant to be the tough one.” Brennan replied.
Booth didn’t bother arguing. He ignored the stinging and only felt one thing. The feeling of Brennan’s hands on his chest. While Brennan finished bandaged up the wound, she asked,
“Do آپ really think آپ have immunity to being shot?”
“No, it just seemed like a good thing to say at the time. I wish I did though.” They both went quiet for a minute. Booth gave her that odd smile. Brennan smiled too and asked,
“Why do آپ only ever give me that sm.....” she was cut off سے طرف کی the feeling of Booth’s lips on hers. After a moment, he slowly pulled back. Their lips were centimetres apart, then they joined again as he kissed her affectionately. This time, she kissed back. Right now, the world didn’t exist. Her hand ran over his chest and up his neck. Brennan pulled herself closer. He pushed her onto her back kissed her harder. With one hand, he slid around her waist and the other he reached up and flicked off the light.
