More Delays

I've been working slowly but steadily and I thank you guys for your awesome support and patience. I think I've found a way to get my muse into action so things should be moving along. But before that happens I may be taking a small break (a month or so). I found out on Monday that my grandfather died. It was sudden unexpected and hit my like a train. I will see what happens but I just thought you should know that everything is being pushed back more =(. I may end up throwing myself into my writing and it may work for you, or I may go find a hole to crawl into until I can pretend this never happened.

An itty-bitty, bitty, preview.

Not much guys. sorry but I feel like I'm giving more than half the story away so I've cut back on the previews. Maybe another few chapters I'll throw another one up =). For now a sneak peek for you. (As always non-betaed<is that even a word?> and all the errors are all me).

Getting up, Price walked over to the tray with the pieces of metal on them. Seeing the one that Cam had rubbed the flesh off of, he leaned closer. Standing up abruptly, he reached over, pulled out two gloves then put them on. 

Cam turned around in surprise when she heard him put the gloves on. She saw him holding the medal in his hands and rubbing the blood off. He let out a low whistle and peered closer.

“This is a Valorous Unit Award,” he said almost in a reverent whisper. 

Setting it down he began picking up pieces of metal, rubbing them off then setting them down in a row.

“Aww, hell,” he muttered, glaring at the medals laying on the tray.

“Is there a problem, Agent Price?” Hodgins asked, walking over to stand near him.

“Other than we have someone with a long military career that has served in every military conflict since the early nineties except the War on Terror and was a P.O.W, no there’s not a problem,” Price said, letting out a sigh.

I'm starting to wonder....

Ash:Yo. Do you mind?
 
CAN YOU PLEASE CREATE THE NEW SEQUEL ALREADY?!
 
This is THE longest you went on WITHOUT cresting new sequel to the Bones
series.
 
It's going to be a year in less than a month.
 
So do you mind?! GRT OFF OF YOUR BUTT AND POST THE SEQUEL ALREADY!
 
Geeesh!
 
THANK YOU!
Ashley N

I'm trying I really am but my life is hectic more so than when I started this series.

And now I'm thinking I may just throw up an I'm freaking sorry but this is the end of these series. 

I should never have posted anything =( 

I was getting some very nice reviews from someone who had never reviewed before. 

They are going back and reviewing! I love it and it has done unbelievable things for my muse.

Then it all comes crashing down with one review to which I can't respond =( 

Update

Alright ladies and gents. Are there even any gents reading this? Meh, whatever, I wanted to let you know I just finished another chapter and am about half way through another. These chapters were hard to come up with, harder yet to type then there's still revisions yet to do. I almost feel mean for doing this to my readers but as ya'll know I like to keep some stuff real. My muse has decided to come back and *looks around furtively* I've been ignoring house work to let her run free. Shame on me but not really *grin* I just wanted to let you  know I'm not dead and that when you get to this chapter you are soooo going to hate me.

No they're not breaking up...sheesh

No neither one of them are dying....sheesh *rolls eyes*

No they don't lose the baby...sheesh....

*smirk*

Reviews

Here in the last few days or weeks I've gotten a few reviews for Espionage. Yes, I know it's been a year and yes I understand you guys are antsy. I really do appreciate your patience but I must tell you the life has been hectic and full of pain. I spent two months is physical therapy. Days when I wasn't in therapy, I was vomiting from pain. You know you want to write while you're in that much pain, right? Let's not forget holidays, taking of my son who has special needs (it can take up to three hours to get his meds into him), dealing with his doctors appointments and mine. If you have a chronic illness you know this isn't a once a year thing. This is two or three times a month thing now multiply that by two.

I really do appreciate my readers, I love you guys to death and I'm not trying to be mean but doing the guilt thing only pisses me off. I'm glad you like my story but ticking me off or using guilt or any other type of manipulation even if unintentional has negative kick backs. I dig in my heels, glare at the screen then go and crochet. I'm working as hard and as fast as I can. The story is an emotional roller coaster and some parts were written in Second Comes Marriage and not in Hunted first. So I know it's coming and I really don't want it too. No, I'm not telling you what it is =P. But there is a lot going on in the story. I'm hoping that once I get past this point that it will come much faster *crosses fingers*

So, to those who patiently wait, thank you.
To those who aren't well sucks to be ya'll cos you can't make me work any faster.......

Sorry if it sounds mean but hey I'm not necessarily always nice as you've seen before.

A New Unit Member

Oh me oh my what do we have here? A non dead me to start with but then another sneak peek...just so you know I'm still going at it. I'm almost to the point where it splits and I go wild without worrying about where this or that person is woohooo!! I know it's been a very long wait and I appreciate you all waiting so patiently. I hope it's worth the wait.

Booth heard weird growling and hissing noise from his left. Jerking his head around he almost yelled in surprise when he saw what Goodman was holding.

“What the hell is that?” He asked, his voice an octave higher than normal.

Goodman chuckled and reached into his pocket. Breaking off a piece of snack bread from his rations he held it out to the growling animal in his hands.

“It's a long eared hedgehog. He started visiting us while we were waiting. So, I started feeding it whenever he came over. He decided to come home with us,” Goodman said, with a grin.

“Those things are rats, they could carry the bubonic plague,” Booth said, grimacing. Goodman burst into laughter and shook his head.

“They're just as likely to carry an infectious disease as any other wild animal. Not all of them carry diseases, Sarge. As long as I wash my hands it shouldn't be a problem and they're not rats,” he said, letting the animal roll up in his palm.

“Yeah, well he's sleeping with you,” Perkins said, glaring at the little animal.

I'm not dead. Had to take the old fashion route and am hand writing. ;)

Just thought ya'll should know