Truth, Dare Or Revenge - 1 by SquintsUnited, literature
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Truth, Dare Or Revenge - 1
Brennan stared out the window of the FBI SUV as she held a conversation with Booth about the latest case they had just resolved. "Booth, the thing about this case that doesn't prove any logic is why a woman would kill her two sons, her baby daughter and her husband just so she could go and live with her male colleague who was obviously just using her to get money. It just doesn't seem logical. Why would someone result to something that low?"
Booth stared at his partner in disbelief. She could rationalize anything. She rationalized his death, for Christ's sake. But this, a simple murder case that they saw every day, this she couldn't find the
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Chapter One:
Wishing for Truth
"Hey, Bones!"
"What? Is everything alright? You look like you've been dragged through a strimmer, Booth."
"That would be a lawnmower, Bones. Lawnmower."
"Well, I think strimmer sounds better, because it's physically possible to be dragged through a lawnmower, but Sorry, what were you going to say? Is it to do with the case?"
"Why do you bother with the phrases, if you don't learn them properly? Never mind Well, I was wondering if you were going to that-what was it called? - The Ball? Jeez, you'd think they'd come up with a better word for it- A Ball is something you kick and throw, f
Booth sat staring blankly at the pie for what seemed like an eternity before he turned around.
He winced when he saw Brennan; she had her forehead pressed up against Sullys, and they were kissing gently between quiet chuckles and whispered words.
Booth was relieved when Brennan pulled back to face him, though Sullys arm was locked tight around her waist, pulling her in.
You took care of her? Sully asked nodding his head in Brennans direction.
Heart and soul, Booth said, tapping his chest.
His finger slipped to his right and he stabbed right into his gun wound.
The wo
In the diner, Brennan sat armed with a fork, staring down her nose at a piece of warm pie.
Booth sat waiting, biting his lip in expectation.
Come on, Bones, he said quietly, almost to himself, Its a piece of pie, not a gunman; stop the stare-down.
Brennan shot Booth an exasperated glare, but speared into the pie with her fork.
Booth began to nod furiously, encouraging Brennan on.
Brennan broke into a huge smile and lifted the pie to her open mouth. Booth groaned loudly when she lowered it again.
Stop it, Booth, Brennan chuckled, Im going to eat it; its jus
In the car, Brennan repeatedly attempted to touch her blindfold, but Booth was just as persistent in making sure she didnt.
Look, Bones, he said, pointing his finger at her harshly, I just dont want you to see anything that may give you a hint.
Brennan turned toward him again, which made him uncomfortable, because he felt like she could see him.
It itches, Booth, she said icily.
Booth adjusted his seatbelt and his tie, feeling awkward in her gaze. He knew that if looks could kill, hed probably be dead.
Ok, you can itch, he said, But if you che
Brennan clenched her jaw, furrowing her brow. Sighing, she relaxed, although only slightly.
She was typing up a report for a case that she and her fellow scientists had just solved; everyone was packing to leave except for her.
The victim, Henry Saunders, was proved to have been murdered by a thin steel wire that sliced his trachea when pulled from behind
Brennan sat back, massaging her hands. She lifted her cup of coffee to her lips, gulping down a large portion of the contents of the mug. Quietly, she stared at her screen, looking over her report, and then shook her head, placing her hand over the wireless mouse. S
Thanks for favoriting chapter 3 of my Booth and Brennan fanfic. It is nice to know some people still start from the begining and don't just jump to the wedding chapter.