Dr. Temperance Brennan (dontcallmebones) wrote in houseofmystery, @ 2008-07-05 22:47:00 |
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Temperance Brennan - Entrance - 356 words
I was working in my office late. I do that often; murder never sleeps and there is always plenty to keep me busy. Booth, he's my partner, always says that the bones aren't going anywhere and I shouldn't work so hard, but it's hard for me to rest knowing that someone out there is missing the person those bones used to belong to. If I can help give the family and friends some kind of peace of mind, then it's my duty to do so.
Anyway, I was working late. Angela and Hodgins had just returned from the trip that was supposed to be their honeymoon, but ended up not quite working out that way. Zack was gone for Iraq. Booth was at home. It was quiet in the lab, too quiet, almost. Normally I like the quiet, but for some reason, it was really bothering me.
I decided to call it a night, figured I'd grab some Chinese take-out and maybe swing by to visit Booth; he never minded my late night visits, especially when I had food. I cleaned off my desk, put some papers in my briefcase to read over at home and headed out of the office.
As I was driving home, I noticed this house. I had never noticed it before, which puzzled me, because I've driven the roads between my apartment and the Jeffersonian so many times in the past. My curiosity got the better of me and I pulled off to the side of the road, parked my car and got out to investigate. Walking up to the door, I wondered where the fog had suddenly come from and wished that I had a gun, even though I knew Booth would be upset if I had to shoot someone.
I considered calling him and asking him to meet me here to investigate the mysterious house. However, against my better judgment, I knocked on the door and found myself here, with all of you. I'm not entirely sure where here is or what I'm doing here, but it certainly seems that it will be a fascinating source of anthropological information.