Cross Roads (complete)

Cross Roads

They'd just finished up a case, and were on their way back to D.C. They had a long night of paper work still ahead of them. They were passing thru one of the many small towns that surrounded D.C.

"Hey Bones, isn't that the carnival Russ works for?" nodding his head towards sign advertising about a local carnival in town.

"Yes, that's the one." she confirmed it.

"Let's stop and say HI." he glanced t her, "you haven't seen Russ in a while."

"A few months, Booth." she looked at her watch, "its getting late, and we still have paperwork to do."

"Let's do it in the morning." he turned off the highway, and glanced at her. "Come one Bones, whata ya say?" as he pulled to a stop, and giving her his best pout. She looked over at him, his lower lip jutted out, he was giving her his puppy dog face. She rolled her eyes making him grin at her.

"Come on Bones, live a little." turning on his charm. She could never resist that.

"Fine, Booth." annoyed with herself. She was victim of Sealy Booth's grin, everytime he used it as a weapon against her.

He gave her a big smile, "I'll even hold your hand on the Ferris Wheel, Bones, when you get scared."

"I'm not scared of heights Booth." but the thought of holding his hand did have some appeal for her.

"Have you ever road a Ferris Wheel?"

"Not since I was a little girl. My dad used to take us." she smiled remembering, "my mom loved to go."

He pulled into the parking lot designated for the carnival, "we're here Bones." he pulled his keys and jumped out, went around and opened her door. He gave her his arm as they walked between the parked cars, heading for the front gate.

A small line of people where standing in line to pay admission into the park."Hey Booth, perhaps you need me to hold your hand when you get scared." she nodded her head gesturing to the front of the line. A clown stood up front at the gate working the admissions counter, exchanging money for tickets.

"Very funny Bones, I'm not afraid of clowns, I just don't like them." he glared at the clown, as they advanced thru the line. She made no comment, when she felt his hand reach for hers. He bought their tickets, without a word to the clown, who told them to enjoy the carnival.

"Come on Bones, let's go find Russ." he pulled her by the hand, and drug her into the crowd.

She'd always loved Booth's child like enthusiasm for the things he loved in life. Christmas, birthdays, hockey, and she could now add carnivals to that list.

"When I was a kid, the carnival came to town, once a year" Booth looked around smiling, "Pops always took us. I saved my allowance all year around for it."

"Your grandfather let you?"

"He figured it was my money, I earned it. Once, I blew my entire piggy bank trying to win a stuffed animal for a girl."

"Did you win it?"

"Nah, I wasn't strong enough." She found that hard to believe, the look on her face was skeptical.

"No really Bones, I was twelve, and this older girl named Melanie wanted this stuffed animal, so I tried to win it for her. I spent every dime I had on that stupid stuffed animal."

"and you didn't win?" she asked

"No, but I kept trying. I even got Jarod to give me his money."

"You must have really liked that girl."

"I thought I did. I remember she had the most beautiful blue eyes." he added, as he looked straight ahead, "I did everything I could to impress her."

"Did she notice?"

"Sometimes, I thought so." he paused, "and other's times not so much."

"She must have been a really stupid girl, Booth."

"Not stupid, Bones, just oblivious." he looked at her, "she dumped me for another guy." he paused, "he was a older than me, and much bigger. He ended up winning her that stupid stuffed animal."

"Melanie didn't know what she was missing out on Booth." she looked at him, linking her arm in his, "you are the strongest, bravest man I know. It's Melanie's loss." she nodded her head to emphasize her point.

"It's okay Bones, I was twelve." loving the fact she was defending him.

"Look Bones, a shooting star." he pointed up, "make a wish." as he closed his eyes and made his.

She smiled at him, "I don't believe..." he cut her off.

"Just this once, Bones, go with it." he paused, "for me. He squinted his eyes at her, "we're sitting on top of a Ferris Wheel, and you want to go all squinty on me."

"Fine, for you I will make a wish. Okay, I made a wish, are you happy now?"

"You got to close your eyes, and concentrate." he sighed, "really make a wish, Bones, just don't say you did." he eyed her suspicously. "Go ahead." he watched her closely.

"Sorry, I didn't know there was protocol for making wishes." she closed her eyes, and thought about it, and made her wish. As she concentrated she heard a faint sounds of chimes. At that moment, the wind picked up, and made an eerie whistleing noise, it seemed to swirl around them rocking their car to and fro, "did you hear that?" she opened her eyes and listened, her grip tightend in his hand.

"Just the wind Bones." she felt his hand tighten around hers, something was off. She couldn't put her finger on it, couldn't explain it, but she felt it. She knew he felt it too. All the sudden she felt the urge to get off this ride.

He looked down, "we're getting off next." and not too soon, he couldn't shake the creepy vibe he was feeling. As the Ferris Wheel reached the bottom, and their car door was unlatched, "Come on Bones, there's something I gotta do." dragging her by the arm he led her to a row of carnival games. "Remember that story I told you about." he looked at her, "the one about spending my piggy bank trying to win her a stuffed animal." she nodded, as he drug her to stand in front of a game.

"It was this game." he walked over to the man in charge, pulling out his wallet.

"Booth, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to win, Bones." as the man handed him back his change. Booth walked out in the front of the booth.

"See Bones, this is the strong man. You take this sledge hammer, and you pound it here, sending the weight sliding up to the top to ring the bell. And then you win." he smiled at her, as he propped the sledge hammer on his shoulder. "and you can pick a prize."

"You don't have to do this for me Booth, I already know how strong you are."

"It's not for you, Bones, its for me. Now, stand back, I don't want to hit you again." Remembering when he smacked her in the eye.

She took a step back, and watched Booth situate himself, testing the weight of the sledge hammer. He swung it over his back, took a deep breath, and with all of his strength brought it down, shooting the weight sky high, ringing the bell on the first try. Lights and sounds lit up around them, proclaiming him a winner.

"Wow," the man said, "usually it takes a couple of tries." he gestured with his arm, "you know what you want?" Many different stuffed animals lined the shelves. "Perhaps the pretty lady would like a Scooby Doo?" she shook her head, "how about a Tweety bird?" she shook her head again.

"She wants the one on the end." Booth said, pointing to a far corner.

"That's a lesser prize, she can have a big one."

Booth shook his head, "she'll take that one." insisting on the one in the corner. The man walked to the shelf and reached for the one Booth was pointing at, "Here ya go, Miss." handing it to her.

Bones gasp in delight, she hadn't even seen this on shelf, "Smurfette Booth?"

He nodded at her, enjoying her surprise, taking her hand, "come on Bones, let's go find your Brother."

Together they walked down the board walk, the gamers calling out to them, beckoning them to try to win another prize. Content to keep walking, and happy to be in her company, he ignored them, taking in the atmosphere, he stopped and lifted his face into the wind, "do you smell that Bones?"

"What?"

"Funnel cake."

"I take it, you like funnel cake?"

A look of shock, "You don't?"

"I don't know. I don't think I've ever tried one."

A determined look crossed his face, "Well, let's fix that right now." He pulled her up to a booth, and stood in line, never releasing her arm.

A wind picked up, a news paper blew down the walk, rolling in the wind, "did you hear that?" she asked him, lifting her head up, tilting her head, listening.

The line moved, they were next. "Hear what, Bones?"

"Sounded like chimes." she said.

"One please." Booth said to girl inside the booth, as he reached for his wallet. "Sorry, Bones, I didn't hear anything." he thanked the girl.

"Okay, Bones, try this." He broke off a piece, "it's hot."

"It is good Booth." she smiled at him, "I want another piece."

"I told you, you'd like it." he looked down, "Bones you have a bit of....sugar." she looked at him. He touched the corner of her lips with his fingers, their eyes made contact for a long moment, the world around them falling away.

Booth was fighting the urge to lean in, "excuse me." a kid bumped into them, and broke their spell. "Come on Bones, let's keep walking." and took a bite of their funnel cake.

i am really liking this so far looking forward to more

He linked her arm in his as they walked, "Have you ever road the Tilt a Whirl, Bones?" he gestured to the ride in front of them.

She looked up at ride, "I have not, Booth." she eyed the machinery, "not sure that I want to."

"OH, come on Bones, you can't go thru life without riding the Tilt a Whirl." he pulled her by the arm, "what do ya say? It'll be fun." he looked down at her, "you can hold my hand if you scared." he added with a grin.

"It doesn't look very safe Booth." she eyed the moving parts, "it looks really old."

"Of course its really old, Bones, its a traveling carnival." he pulled her forward, to stand in line. "Live a little, Bones. "

"I don't know Booth."

"Are you scared of a little ride? Look over there, there's two kids getting on, they aren't scared. They look pretty happy to ride it."

"Of course they are, their kids."

"Look, Bones, this ride doesn't even go upside down. It just circles around, no big deal at all." he tugged her arm, "come on Bones, we're next."

"I don't know Booth,"

"Don't be a chicken." he held up his hand, "and you know what that means." he tugged her along, as he handed two tickets to the attendent.

"I am not afraid, Booth." he led the way, around to the empty car.

Lifting the bar, "Ladies first." as she slipped in. He followed behind her.

"I don't know about this Booth." she sounded concerned.

"Just hold my hand, Bones, and have fun," he grinned at her. He reached across and behind her, pulling the seatbelt across her lap, and connecting it with his. "Its safe enough, we have the seatbelt, and the safety bar, it'll be fun, trust me, Bones."

At that moment, the ride began to move, slowly at first, "You doing okay Bones?" he asked her.

"THis isn't so bad." she looked up at him.

The speed of the ride was starting to pick up, he felt her hand reach for his, "your doing great Bones," he gave her a boost of confidence. The momentum increased, and with each rotation, the ride dipped in the middle, dropping their stomaches. Booth reached around her and pulled her to his side holding her against him, her hand clutched his. The speed increase, throwing her into him, the gravitational pull forcing her to slide tight into his side. She felt his arm slide around her, making her feel secure. She felt the ride start to slow, and the pressure holding her against Booth began decrease, until the ride came to a stop.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked her, as the attendent raised their bar.

"Not bad at all, Booth, it was fun." she smiled up at him, "let's ride it again."

"You were right Booth, that was fun." she said as they exited the ride for the third time.

"You sure you don't want to ride it again?" he looked down into her smiling face.

"Threes good, Booth." she looked around, "I am kind of thirsty."

"Right this way, Bones." he led her to a booth that was selling drinks "what do you want?"

She looked up at the list of choices, "I'll take a bottle of water." She stepped back, allowing Booth to move forward. There it was again, she tilted her head listening.

Booth walked to her and handed her a water, "Did you hear that?" He looked at her.

"What?"

"It was chimes." she took a swig off her bottle of water. "there it is again." her voice rose an octive, "you didn't hear that?" she questioned him, raising her hand before he could answer "there it is again, louder." she pulled him by the arm, "follow me."

She led him thru the crowd, dodging people, walking past booths and tents, and every once in a while, she would stop and listen. Tilting her head, trying to guage the direction of the chimes. "This way." pulling him along behind her.

"See, I told you I heard wind chimes." she pointed straight ahead.

"So, you did Bones."

They hung on a post dangleing in the wind, dancing to and fro with each little gust of wind,. Beside the post, was a large brightly colored tent. But unlike all the other tents they'd seen, and walked by, this one was closed, making it unable to see inside.

"What kind of booth do you think this is?" Booth wondered aloud.

"Hello." a voice said from behind them, giving both of them a start. "You wish to have your fortune's read?" she asked them in a heavy accent.

Both of them turned to her. She was a beautiful dark haired woman, with a scarf covering the top of her head. Bangles jingled at her wrists, and long earrings dangeled from he ears. She turned to them both, arching a brow over her dark eyes,"Yes?" she asked.

"Bones, we've got to do this." Booth looked at her.

"Booth, I don't believe in this kind of thing."

"I didn't say you had to believe in it. Come on, Bones, let's do it." he pleaded with her, throwing out his best puppy dog look.

"Fine." she sounded annoyed.

"My name is Marisqe." she moved to stand in front of them. "Come with me." she bowed her head slightly, she lifted the corner of the tent flap, and gestured for them to go inside.

A wave of peculiar smoke assailed them as they entered. The interier was dimly lit, casting the all the corners of the tent, into the shadows. Beautiful scarves decorated the interior.

"Please take a seat." she pointed to the chairs that were stationed on one side of a small round table. "Madame Nadya will be with you shortly."

"Your not the fortune teller?" Brennan asked.

"Alas, no, my Grandmother is. But, I asure you she has many skills, she sees many things, and has much knowledge. You won't be disappointed." she moved towards the back of the tent, "I will return in a few minutes." and she disappeared.

Brennan leaned into Booth's ear, "You don't really believe in this, do you?" she whispered.

"Bones, leave the scientist outside the tent, and just have fun. Just go with it." he looked at her, "now shhhhhhh, she'll hear you."

Brennan rolled her eyes at Booth, fine, she'd "go with it."

They heard a rustleing noise coming from the rear of the tent, felt a breeze blow thru, heard the tinkleing of the wind chimes as an ancient women, hobbleing on an old walking stick came forward. They could not see her face, a scarf was tied around her head, and knotted under her chin. Her face was down cast, as if measureing each painful step she was taking. Her loose tunic dragging behind her. She, like her granddaughter, was adorned with jewelry, shiny stones on her fingers, a huge round gem stone hung around her neck, winking in the soft candlelight, swaying slightly to and fro with each step she took.

She made no noise, but to whisper something to her granddaughter, who was hovering by her side. Her granddaughter nodded her head, and gave her her arm, leading her to her chair. Step by step, she slowly made her way to her chair. Reaching out with a gnarled hand, she grasped the edge of the table, and seated herself into the chair. She wheezed in a deep breath, and lifted her head, seeming to stare at them both. She lifted a hand, her joints obscenely swollen and misshapen, and said something incoherant to her granddaughter.

"What's she speaking?" Booth whispered to Brennan.

"Not sure, maybe Romanian." she answered.

Marisqe looked up, "We are of Romanian descent, my grandmother is from a long line of seerers." she bowed her head slightly. "She has seen many things in her life." she laid a gentle hand of her shoulder, and whispered to her. "I will speak for my grandmother, English does not come easily for her."

Brennan looked closely at the old women, thinking that this might be the oldest living person she'd ever met. "How old is your grandmother?" she asked.

Booth gasped, "Bones, its rude to ask someone their age."

Marisqe waved her hand at Booth, "my grandmother is not offended, by her question." she translated for grandmother, who cackled, showing several gaps in her teeth. "she is proud of her age." she paused, "but the truth is we don't know exactly how old she is. She was born in a small village in Romania. They did not keep records, but we believe she is close to a hundred."

Brennan gazed into her face, noticeing her irises clouded over with white, and the whites of her eyes were yellowed. Wrinkles wreathed her face, but she could tell from her bone structure that she was once as beautiful as her granddaughter.

The old woman closed her eyes, and leaned forward, tilting her head, as if listening for something.

The anthropologist in Brennan was completely intrigued. She had done a paper of gypsy culture during grad school, and this was almost as good as observing her subjects in their native culture. She decided to throw herself into this, for anthropological reasons, of course. She might not ever have an opportunity to observe such a woman again.

As Brennan watched, she could see the woman's eyes darting back and forth, beneath her closed eyeslids. The woman swayed slightly from side to side, her heavy necklace swinging with her. Her hands clenched, and unclenched, her head tilting one way, then the other. Without warning , the woman opened her eyes, and seemed to stare straight into Brennan's. The hairs on the back of her neck seem to stand straight up.

Booth felt her reach for his hand under the table. In fear, he wasn't sure, but he knew she was definately uncomfortable. He stroked her hand, giving her comfort, trying to put her at ease.

A cool breeze seem to blow thru the tent, candles flickered, throwing odd shadows against the walls of the tent, the mournful sound of chimes the only sound. The woman continued to stare at her, without moving or saying a word. Her clawlike hand reached up, and wrapped around the stone suspended around her neck, stroking it. Her lips moved slightly, though her voice could not be heard. The stone she held in her hand, caught the candlelight, giving it a eerie glow, as her fingers moved against it.

Her eyes turned towards Booth. Her lips moved again, she swayed slightly, her head leaning towards Booth. Without warning, the old lady cackled out loud, showing them her gap tooth smile. She pointed to Booth, and said something, neither understood.

Her granddaughter looked at Booth. "Nadya says she needs something of meaning to you."

"Of meaning?" he asked.

"Something that is special to you."

Booth reached in his pocket and pulled out a variety of things, and layed them on the table.

One by one, the old lady picked up the objects. His lucky coin, she held in her hand for a second, she sneared at it, moved it off to the side, and picked up the next object, his naked lady pen. Again she sneared, and moved on to the next object, and then the next. She shook her head, and said turned to her granddaughter, rattleing off a few words.

Marisqe looked at Booth, "you have something else?"

Booth thought about it, he let go of Brennan's hand, scooted his chair back, and stood up. He reached down, and with a flick of his hand he undid the snap that held his buckle on his belt, he laid it on the table in front of Nadya, as he sat back down.

Nadya reached out with her hand, and grasped his buckle, closed her eyes and smiled, as she nodded yes.

Marisqe turned to Brennan, "Now you."

Booth turned towards her. "Go ahead, Bones, give her something."

"This is ridiculous, Booth." she looked at him.

"Just give her something." he widened his eyes, silently telling her to do it.

She picked up her bag, that she'd slung over the back of her chair. Annoyed, she jerked the zipper open, rifleing around.

"Here." she slid something across the table.


"Lipstick, Bones?" he scoffed at her, looking annoyed by her choice.

"Its my favorite color." she defended her choice.

Nadya reached out, and picked it up, held it for a second and sneared, snapping out what could only be interperted as a "no".

"Try again." Booth directed at her.

"Here." she placed a silver pen on the table.

Nadya reached out for the pen, grasped it in her hand, and once again rejected it, this time turning to her granddaughter, she rattled off a few words, her displeasure apparent in her tone.

Marisqe turned towards her, "you have chosen poorly. These objects have no meaning for you."

"that's not true." she loved that lipstick, and the pen was a gift from...........she couldn't even remember. Booth was looking down at her, a look of annoyance on his face.

"Fine." She picked up her bag, and reached deep into it.

She curled her hand around it, and slowly pulled it from the bag. She sat it down in the middle of the table, waiting for a comment from Booth.

When Booth saw her object, he tried his best not to smile, and he gave no comment.

Nadya hand reached out to the little blue figure centered in he middle of the table. Her gnarled hand closed over it. Her eyes closed for a few seconds, and she nodded her head, it would do.

Brennan glanced at Booth, wondering what he was thinking. His expression gave her no clues.

"Nadya will begin." her granddaughter stated.

Nadya reached out, and picked up Booth's buckle. She leaned back, closed her eyes. She began mumbleing words they couldn't undertand. Her head turned slowly from side to side, as if listening for something. A cool wind blew thru, candllight danced inside the tent, casting shadows over her face. Her eyes popped open wide, and words spewed forth.

"Nadya says you were a child born into strife."

The old lady made a humming noise in the back of her throat, and rattled off more.

"a child warrior." she looked at her grandmother. "protector of innocents."

Brennan looked over to Booth, who was caught up in the words, surely he didn't really believe in this.

"a child with faith." Marisqe continued, "even when broken." she added.

Nadya arched her back, her eyes widened, wrinkles overlapping on her forehead. Her shoulders swaying slightly from side to side. She whispered more words.

"a young man with heavy burdens." Marisqe continued. " and deep sorrows."

Nadya leaned forward one of her hands reached out, towards Booth, as she looked to her granddaughter. "take her hand."

Booth looked at Brennan, for the first time felt a little unsure. She reached across under the table and grasped his hand, giving him comfort this time. Bolstered by her touch, he reached out with his free hand and wrapped it around Nadya's. He felt her hand jerk in his, her nails digging into his flesh.

A strong gust of when blew threw tent, Nadya arched her back, crying out. The gust exstinguished the candles, casting the tent into darkness.

"Do not worry." Marisqe said beside them. She bent and lit a candle, and placed it on the table before them, giving illumination to Nadya's face who was leaned forward towards them, only inches away,staring unblinking at them, her lips moving, but making no sound.

"Do not worry." Marisqe repeated as she bent and relit the candles, sensing their unease.

Booth watched as more candles were lit, and he could once again see around him. Nadya had leaned back in her chair, resting. The old woman looked exhausted. Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed in deep creases. One hand stroked the gem suspended around her neck, the other hand gripping the table. They could see her eyes darting back and forth beneath her closed lids.

"Is she okay?" Booth asked her granddaughter.

"She will be." she cast a worried glance to Nadya. "She is old, sometimes readings can be very ....."she paused searching for a word, "....tireing."

"Maybe we should come back?" Brennan asked, sounding almost hopeful.

"She will be fine, I assure you."

Nadya muttered something, and opened her eyes. Her clouded eyes once again turning to Booth. Her hand reached out, and picked up his buckle, her fingers stroking the smooth surface. Her other hand tightening around the stone of her necklance. She began to mumble words.

"a young man's pain and anger," she sighed, "eclipsed only by faith." she paused, "and sacrifice given freely," Nadya smiled, "and love for a child."

Nadya reached across the table, seeking his hand. Without hesitation he reached across the table, and enclosed her hand in a gentle grip. She tilted her head towards him, closing her eyes, she mumbled words.

"your heart sings." Marisqe sighed waiting for her grandmother to continue, "it's song is unanswered." Nadya frowned, releasing his hand she leaned back, resting her head on the back of her chair. Her eyes closed, and her movements stilled, she looked very tired.

"Nadya will rest for a few minutes." her granddaughter said. "Perhaps you would care for some fresh air?"

"Let's get some air, Booth." Brennan stood up, and practically pulled Booth out of his chair, she flipped the flap open, and stepped out into the cool evening air.

Stepping outside, the carnival was in full swing, flashing lights, bells and whistles blowing, the sound of screaming riders, and those damn windchimes.

"Booth, your not really believing any of that?" she looked at him.

"Bones I told you, it was for fun."

"I saw the look on your face Booth. It's irrational to think anyone can tell the future."

"I know, there's no proof, right? What about the things she said?" he looked at her, "huh?"

"She probably has good deductive reasononing skills, and since she gave no specifics, the things she said could fit many people's circumstances."

"What about the kid part?"

"She probably looked at you, and figured a man your age would have a kid, Booth."

"I'm no doctor Bones, but I dont' think she can look at anything, I think she's blind."

"She's working with her granddaughter, Booth. She probably fills her in on details that she can't see herself."

"Guess we'll find out, when its your turn." he looked down at her.

"I don't think I'm..."


"Your not backing out." he looked at her.

"This whole scenerio is ridiculous."

"Your still not backing out." he said.

Marisqe appeared before them, "ready to continue?" she asked with a smile.

"Come on Bones."

She made the mistake of looking up into his eyes. Dratz.

"Fine." but she wasn't happy about it. She gave him an annoyed look.

"That look doesn't work on me." he said, as he followed behind her back into the tent, with a grin.

Nadya was sitting in her chair, leaned back with her eyes closed. She looked asleep, and completely relaxed. As they shuffled into the tent, she opened her eyes and smiled at them, and with her hand she waved them back into their chairs. She rattled off a quick sentence to her granddaughter.

"She would like to begin." Marisqe looked at Brennan. "You are uneasy?"

"I'm fine." Brennan answered.

She nodded her head, and touched her Grandmother's shoulder."

Nadya reached out, and picked up the little blue character, moving it from hand to hand, and began mumbleing.

Marisqe began, "A child born from a great love, but in deception." her head tilting to and fro, "joy and much happiness,"

Brennan was listening skeptically, but upon hearing the word joy, got her attention, and Booth's as well, she felt him slide his hand around hers.

"danger," Nadya hesitated, she lifted a hand to her necklance, wrapping a fist around the stone, "evil awaits," Nadya frowned, "joy is now sorrow." a tear trickled down Nadya's cheek. "a child lost forever." Nadya's shoulder's shuddered slightly, "always alone." she leaned back in her chair, her hand clutching her necklance, "a woman of means," she gave a little sigh, "driven and pursued." she let her pendent fall, "always alone." Nadya reached a hand across the table to Brennan.

Brennan looked at her hand, "Go ahead, take it." Booth encourage her, nodding his head. Uneasy, she reached out, and took Nadya hand.

Nadya closed her eyes, and leaned forward. "feats of courage," she continued on, "as danger is present yet," she paused, "a friendship is forged," she turned her head to Booth, "a link unbreakable, and strong..." Nadya dropped her hand, and leaned back, her eyes turned back to Brennan, "your past will determine your fate."

"Nadya has read your past, now she will read your future." Marisqe turned from them to her grandmother, touching her shoulder, she waited for her to begin, again.



Nadya turned to Brennan and gave her a pitying look, she began her mumble, as Marisqe spoke for her,"a crux lies in wait for you."



"A crux?" Booth repeated.



"It a latin word Booth, it means cross."



"I know what it means, Bones, I am Catholic."



"You must decide." Marisque interupted them, interperting for her grandmother.



"What must I decide?" Brennan thought she'd humor her.



"You must decide the path, which path you choose will determine your fate."



"You mean like a cross road." Booth said.



"Yes." Marisqe nodded.



Nadya murmured under her breath. "She says you have many path's in front of you." Nadya continued, "you choice will affect all those around you, your path will determine many others." Nadya nodded her head, and closed her eyes. Her rings flashed in the candlelight, her hand wrapped tightly around her pendant. "your choices have consequences, some happy," Nadya squeezed her eyes closed, a tear tracked down her wrinkly cheek, "some with great darkness," she shuddered." Nadya opened her eyes and looked at Brennan, "choose with great care." she tilted her head slightly as if listening to someone, "some mistakes cannot be undone."



"and you." she turned to Booth, "you have already chosen." she paused, "but your path will be determined by another's choice."