No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Oh my! I don't know what to think! I'm so glad that Brennan didn't get on the helicopter, and of course at the same time I feel bad for the woman and daughter that did get on there.

What next??

are you gonna kill them?
that's not very nice of you, rivi......

*innocent look*

don't give me the innocent look......that's so not working

I have one of two things I am gonna do next chapter. Can't make up my mind which way I am gonna go

hell of a cliffie, there...

MORE AHHHH THE CLIFFIE IS KILLING Me!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~sUNNIE~

Chapter 5

David Chudek watched the small and obviously old helicopter go down in flames, and hit the water like an explosion.

“Great.” He said with a grimace. Now he could just forget about fishing the rest of the day. Now he was going to be expected to call the crash in, report what he saw, bla bla bla.

Sighing, he made his way over to the interior of his small fishing boat, and radioed in for help.







Booth caught himself doodling on a corner of his deskmat calendar. Damn this had been a long day. He did manage to get a lot of paperwork done, reports were filed, calls made. He made some serious headway. Yet, his mind wandered often.

How much longer until Bones got back anyway? Would it be too much to ask for her to at least call and check in that she was on a different flight, or had been delayed? Maybe even return the 3 voicemail messages he’d left?

Sighing, and dropping his pen, he leaned back in his chair, and rolled his neck. Startling him out of his thoughts, his cell phone rang.

Finally! He thought, flipping open his phone

“Bones?” he answered .

“Booth, its Cam” the voice on the other end of the phone replied, taking the wind out of his sails.

“Oh. Hi Cam” he responded, his vocal inflection changing significantly. He slumped in his chair.

“Do you think you can come over to the Jeffersonian? I have some news I don’t want to give to you over the phone” she said. Her tone was odd, Booth noticed, a twinge of anxiety growing.

“Well what is it?” he asked, curious now.

He stood up, and walked around his office. Ran his hand through his hair, slid it into his pocket. Held on to the poker chip.

Cam hesitated.

“Its Dr. Brennan…..” she began slowly, her voice low.

Aware of her tone, her hesitation, and the implications of those two things combined in conversations, he swallowed past the lump that seemed to have lodged in his throat. Please…please God no, he send up a prayer without thought.

He closed his eyes.

Clenched his jaw.

Opened his eyes again.

“Well what about her?” He managed, trying to put more calmness into his voice than he actually felt. Did his voice just crack?

Booth cleared his throat.


“Seeley….I don’t want to do this over the phone. Either you come over here, or I’m coming over there.”

Staring off, into the world outside, only a minute had passed, but it seemed like time had stopped.

“Be there in 5” he said and hung up.

End this chapter!

'End this chapter'?????
are you crazy?
(in a nice and very lovely way of course)

Poor Booth might have a heart-attack or something.
I think it is kinda sad, that you let them die......at least Bones is safe.
And hopefully Booth will find out about that soon.

well jeeze its not like I had a major character die!

riviera41797 wrote:I have one of two things I am gonna do next chapter. Can't make up my mind which way I am gonna go

I guess you decided!

I can just hear Cam on the phone and see Booth reacting to what she's saying. I got all choked up. Great chapter. Hurry with the next one, please! The suspense is killing me.

A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read and review! I appreciate the comments! Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter written. More soon! - R –


Chapter 6

Temperance Brennan surveyed her surroundings with concern. Tropical storm Ivan just left the island, and did a lot of damage, not only to the village itself, but to the remains she’d been working on. The people of the village were upset, traumatized and worried about their future.

Now she knew she wouldn’t be able to leave for another week or so at least. It would take that long to reidentify remains, not to mention the help the people needed in getting things back together.

All communication was down, and wouldn’t be back up for at least another week to two weeks. Not that it bothered her, but getting much needed supplies would require many boat or helicopter trips back to the mainland. No way could she, in good conscious, leave these people without the help they needed now.

Heading back to her tent, tucking a wet strand of hair behind her ear, she wondered how Sarah and Maria were doing. She’d given them her cell phone, and money. Not that she could use the phone now anyway, but she hoped she made it okay to her sisters.

I’ll check on them when I get back to DC, she decided.

DC….she thought, her mind turning to Booth. She was supposed to be back at the lab now. He might get worried if I don’t call and check in soon, she told herself.

Well, Angela would probably see the weather reports of this area and know why I’ve been delayed slightly.

Temperance felt cold, wet and tired.

Her work was exhilarating, of course, but she felt more then ready for a nice hot bath or shower.

Hot food.

Coffee.

She missed Booth, wondered how his recovery was going. Wondered if the rest of his memory came back, helping him realize she wasn’t his wife…

Those things Booth was feeling made her uncomfortable. Made her think of things she’d rather try to ignore. She didn’t want to do anything that could potentially jeopardize their partnership.

Even if it was something she so desperately wanted.

End this chapter.

So she wants to be in a relationship with him?
or at least something very similar?
That's great news......
apparently she doesn't know about the helicopter yet.......might be better, she'd feel responsible......oh wait it's Brennan, she might not feel responsible after all, but it is a possibility......
And I guess poor Booth will hear about the helicopter in the next chapter.....I'm not really looking forward to that, but I know that it has to be done......


And did someone else realize that I'm rambling?
I just did, so I'll go now and talk somewhere else.....
Can't wait for more!

Chapter 7

Cam Saroyan observed her longtime friend Seeley Booth hurry into the Medico Legal Lab at the Jeffersonian. He looked worried. He also looked like he was trying to hide it to appear confident. They were such good friends and she’d known him so long, she could see right past his façade.

This was quite possibly going to be one of the most difficult conversations she’d ever have with him. If there was a bottle of scotch nearby she’d have it ready. But there wasn’t so she was just going to have to pray she had the right words to find to say so he wouldn’t fall apart afterwards. Although, he probably would fall apart regardless how she said things.

“Cam. Okay. Let’s talk. Tell me what you couldn’t over the phone. Its Bones right? She’s what, delayed? Not coming back for another month?” Booth demanded as he approached. He was wearing his FBI regulation suit, tie, and appeared freshly shaved and he looked great. Definitely all systems go and back to normal.

“Seeley….” She began, forcing more strength into her voice than she had. “Come, sit down, she gestured towards Dr. Brennan’s office. Cam wasn’t sure if this was the right place to do this, but the autopsy suite wasn’t right, nor was the break room, so…..

Booth followed her into Bones’ office, carefully wtching Cam’s body language, hearing the vocal inflections. He continued to watch her carefully.

Something was wrong.

Oh God.

“As you know Dr. Brennan has been off the coast of Peru, on Easter Island specifically, y assisting in cataloging some recently discovered ancient remains,” he heard Cam say. She seemed so far away, but she was stating right in front of him.

“Cam. I know all this. Don’t talk at me. Talk to me. Please” he said softly. He stood, paced the office.

Not wanting to meet her gaze.

Not wanting to see.

Going on as if she didn’t hear him, she went on, “Dr. Brennan was scheduled to take the charter from the island and come back to DC. She’s been gone a while, and it was time for her return. As you know.” Cam paused, watched Booth, who wasn’t looking at her at all, but was standing there. Listening.

“Yesterday, I got a phone call from the Peruvian authorities. There has been a lot of weather related issues in that region. A tropical storm I’ve been told. The helicopter that Dr. Brennan was on-“

“No.” Booth interrupted her fiercely. “No. Don’t say it Cam. I don’t want to hear it”

He started to leave the office, and he felt her hand on his shoulder.

“Booth. Sit down. You need to listen to this. You can’t run from it. Please.” Her voice was pleading.

He felt tears welling up in his eyes, his throat tighten and panic threaten to engulf him.

He looked up.

Swallowed.

This can’t be happening, he thought. It can’t.

Cam was silent a moment, allowing Booth to compose himself, before she began again.

“The helicopter that Dr. Brennan was on evidently encountered mechanical failure. That, combined with the weather, caused the craft to go down before reaching land. For that reason, no remains have yet been identified or located, and at this point, the likelihood of them being found is not good. However, some of the personal belongings from the few other passengers, as well as pieces of the helicopter have been found, along with what appears to be Dr. Brennan’s cell phone, so they are fairly confident that there will not be any survivors” she said, feeling tears well up in her own eyes.

“Booth….” She reached out to him, put her hand on his arm, “Booth, I don’t know what to say. I am so sorry….I-“

“Cam….I didn’t get the chance, I never told her…” he stumbled on the words, “I should have….but didn’t want-“ he broke off, falling back onto the couch, his head in his hands.

“Was there any foul play? Was this intentional? Or was it an accident? Did someone do this to her?” he wondered, looking up at Cam, his face a mask of sorrow.

“I don’t know yet. I thought that you may want to get in touch with Max and Russ, maybe….a memorial?” she said uncertainly.

Booth closed his eyes.

How could he possibly begin to go on? He had to tell Bones’ father? Her brother? A memorial?

This can’t be happening. He thought….


End this chapter