InsaneJournal

Booth felt the sand crashing on his face and immediately opened his eyes. What appeared to be a perfect beach layed in front of his eyes. Well, not entirely perfect because the sun was replaced by clouds and the wind provoked little sand hurricanes all around him. Apparently he was again dreaming about some nice vacations on the caribbean, this FBI job consumed him. Even more when crazy serial killers assault him and his partner's team. He thought for a moment of a conversation he had with his partner a few years ago, "you ever just, you know, sit on the beach, pretend there is no such things as skeletons?," he'd asked her, and his partner looked at thim not knowing what that was like. Her full life revolved around skeletons, her job and nothing else. But for him it was different. He had a kid, friends, and a good job that sometimes ended up being too demanding. "Yeah, you know, you go with someone, you joke about not going back to your real life, the two of you laugh. But, when you're alone the world is full of possibilities," he recalled.

By the time this came to his memories he was already walking through the beach trying to find somewhere to shield himself from the storm he saw coming.

"Since when my dreams are so detailed?," he wondered. The feeling of the sand under his bare foots was way too real for a dream. Because most of the times he dreamed confusing things like something about him being a sniper again and having to shoot a gigant clown to save the world, or all the squints (lab people who worked with his partner) gathered up in the Jeffersonian's lab platform looking at a some weird bones from the iron, gold, bronze, whatever name they called those ages. So this was particularly different.

He kept walking through the shore because his trained sniper gaze saw a figure on the horizon that looked like some kind of dock with a boathouse on top. Maybe he was lucky enought to find someone to take him home or maybe that was his home and in his dreams he really went out on vacations with his partner, not that he desired it but...he always wanted to take her on vacations with him to be sure that she wasn't going to work or help identifying victims in Peru and that for once in her life she could enjoy something different, "what does that proves to Sweet's, huh?" he thought with a big grin on his face that vanished pretty soon as the sand started sticking into his teeth. He was sure that they were perfectly capable of being on a totally different environment that had nothing to do with work.

Once he arrived he climbed the few stairs that separated the dock with the ground and entered the boathouse, closing the door behind him very carefully so that the wind or rain couldn't get inside.

"Hello?" he shouted but nobody returned the greeting.

"BONES?" his voice was a little bit louder now and he was starting to feel this all was too real as a he heard the thunder of a lightning falling on the middle of his not so perfect beach. "What the...!" And he made a quickly movement to cover his ears, maybe it was stupid but thunders were more scary in his dreams rather than in real life, he thought, or it was the lack of a stronger building what made him realize how impressive nature could be.

"BONES?!" he tried again, and prepared himself for another strendous noise as he saw one more lightning on the horizon.