A/N: I know, I know, I just got this in. And yes, I know it's short. But writing action is hard. No, writing pure action is hard.
Title: FBI, Stop!
Rating: K
Summary: Booth and Brennan are chasing down a suspect. My fiction for the November CBPC.
Disclaimer: Shouldn't you all know by now? I don't own BONES (although my husband says I should, isn't he sweet?)
Also, no beta on this, sorry.
Doctor Temperance Brennan grabbed the handle that was above her head with a death grip. She clenched her teeth tightly and swallowed down the fear that settled in her throat. "That was a red light," she said.
"I know," Special Agent Seeley Booth said, his eyes focused on the car in front of them.
"Watch out for the pedestrians."
"Bones, I see them." Booth swerved to the right and then back to the left, narrowly missing a yellow van. A string of curses fell from his lips as he hit his brakes when a public bus pulled out in front of him.
"Booth!"
"I know," he snapped and raced around the bus following the blue sedan that was carrying the murder suspect and the body of a police office. Smoke raised from the tires as he slid the SUV sideways around a corner. Brennan readjusted her grip on the handle and pushed her feet down onto the floorboard.
"Watch out for," the warning ended in a small gasp as Booth slammed on his brakes sending up a high-pitched squeal sound. The backside of the SUV fishtailed wildly causing Booth the fight to keep control. When they came to a stop the frightful face of an elderly woman looked at them through the window of her Buick. Booth let out a sigh and allowed his eyes to close briefly. He glanced over at Brennan, her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide.
"You okay?" he asked, putting the SUV into reverse.
"Yeah," Brennan answered with a quick nod. Booth put the vehicle back into drive and veered around the old lady's car. He could just see the blue sedan disappear around yet another corner.
"Hold on," Booth said as he started off after the suspect. Within moments they could see the sedan in front of them. The car slowed quickly, and the suspect threw open the driver side door and jumped out. Booth pulled up behind him, shut off the engine and opened the door at the same time. "Why do they always run?" he complained as he got out the SUV. "Stay here," he tossed back to Brennan. He slammed the door and began to run after the man. "FBI, stop!" The man chanced a look over his shoulder at Booth and his gun, then turned and sped up. Booth mumbled under his breath and tried to keep up. The man grabbed a trashcan as he ran by and pulled it out in Booth's path, causing him to jump over the rolling can. "I said FBI," Booth called. "Stop!" In reply the man pulled over another trashcan. "Shit," Booth cursed as his foot caught the upper side of the can and lost his balance. He stumbled to keep his footing and then began to run again. Booth was losing ground when the man before him rounded a corner and then staggered backwards holding his face. Brennan stepped out into view and landed a kick into the man's gut, sending him to the ground. Booth came to a stop and placed his hands on his knees, his breaths coming in heavy pants. "I thought…I told you….to stay…in the car?" he asked around gasps.
Brennan offered him a smile and a shrug. "You looked like you needed some help." Booth nodded and slowly stood up.
"Thanks," he said, then reached down and grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him to his feet. "Like I said," he began. "FBI, stop."
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