The Sleepless Night

The Sleepless Night

Ok this is just a one shot B/B fic. As cool as the case was in my mind, not sure if I'll actually write a story on it. Not proud how my last Bones case story went down; but still. I was reading allot of Bones fics, and it was night, and I was in the mood for a little comfort and jump. lol So I thought of this one chapter story. So no.. I don't think there'll be a sequel. Um.. I don't own the characters, and I hope you enjoy. :)

The sky was clear. The dark midnight blue shown as the stars twinkled in the sky. It was a calm night, and the breeze was warm, as it blew gently across her face. She and Booth had just finished a case earlier that day, and she was content over the out come. The murderer was in jail, and the victims now can rest. She sat their outside; on her porch, just listening to the sounds of the city. She closed her eyes as she breathed in the fresh air, she can smell the rain that is to come. She knew there’d be a storm that night, and the warm relaxing breeze was all she wanted for the time being. Her eyes burst open from the sound of thunder roaring miles and miles away. She knew the storm was now coming, and it was about time she would be heading off to bed.

Brennan really didn’t want to leave the calming night breeze, but she knew it wouldn’t be like that for long, and she did need to get to bed; it was just hard for her. The case that was solved today; even though she was happy over the outcome, it still shook her up a bit. Two rotting bodies were found inside a basement of an abandoned house, it’s not her area for those types of cases, more Cam’s. But Booth dragged her along, saying that she was needed, saying that they had found something. And that they did.

It seems that the basement was nothing but a graveyard. Nothing but bodies, were buried under the wooden floors down below. It sickened Booth, especially when Brennan mentioned a few 8-13 year olds were buried; a few who were still alive. The old ropes that were tied around the certain bodies’ wrists were a clear sign of victims being buried alive. She wouldn’t be sure until she got the Bones to the lab, but she pretty much had it figured. As the day continued on, they hunted the killer down; he was on his way in killing another victim. A woman this time, mid thirties, she was searching for her child, whom she had lost at the park. Booth found the child, and he and Brennan arrested the killer. You’d think that’d be a great way to end the day, and in fact it was fine with Brennan. But the part she is more shaken up on is, not what the killer threatened, but what the infant said, “He’s telling the truth. He’s got eyes on you, watching every move you make.”

His small voice was still echoing through her mind. She knew he had to be shaken up, he was after all taken by the man for bait. But still, the killer is in prison, which means nothing can happen. Course Epps found a way out, and that was not a moment in life she’d like to re-live.

“No Please!” Brennan shouted as she looked up at a man standing above her, throwing dirt on top. Her wrists and ankles were tied, and she was lying inside a dirt hole, the man grinning widely as he began to bury her, in her grave. “Please! Please!” A pile of dirt was thrown to her face; as blackness and lack of oxygen was left.

Brennan jumped up from her sleep. She was breathing heavily, her body sweating all over; her heart was racing, as she looked towards the clock to see what time it was. 3:13 am. She curled up against her head board; her arms wrapped around her knees as she looked down frightened. Brennan began to rock back and forth as she listened to the pouring rain outside. It helped calm her, but the sudden thunder bolts echoing, it was hard to keep her heart at a normal pace. She has never been so scared before; never. Well not so much she wishes she wasn’t alone in the apartment. She looked up and gazed around her room at the darkness; another bolt of lighting hits, and light beams, inside the room. Her eyes suddenly shut tightly after seeing a figure of a small boy at the end of her bed, dirt all over his pale body and his wrists tied, he looked as if he were pleading for help. But she continued shutting her eyes tightly as she heard her heart race faster.

“He’s not there, he’s not there, he’s not there.” She kept repeating to herself. She wanted to open her eyes once more to see the child gone, but was too frightened, so she reached out towards her lamp, hoping so much she wouldn’t touch anything other than the lamp. Brennan quickly pulled the string and opened her eyes to find her room lit and the figure gone. She sighed in relief. Her heart began to slow down once again as she felt safe with her light being on. But that all changed when a sudden lightning bolt shot again and light filled the room outside her bedroom door, she saw the child once again; standing in the middle of the room, pleading with his eyes. Without hesitation she quickly grabbed her phone and dialed; her eyes still tightly closed. The wait was unbearable, but she eased when a certain friendly, tired voice echoed through the phone.