This is going to be pretty much a Booth-centric type fic. Uhms, I kind of got it from 2 Fast 2 Furious and just thought it would make a good plot point for Booth.
Title: The Agent On the Run
Summary: Some things are just plain dangerous to know...
Genre: Drama/Romance/Mystery/Action/Suspense
Rating: T
Characters: Temperance Brennan, Seeley Booth, Angela Montenegro, Zach Addy, and Jack Hodgins
Pairings: BB and Hodgela
'Put the pedal down
Heading out of town
Gotta make a getaway...
Here I am again...
How am I supposed to feel?
So much running through my mind...'
- Hilary Duff, The Getaway
Beep, beep, beep, beep, bee-
Special Agent Seeley Booth slammed his hand on the blaring alarm clock beside his his bed and dug his head deeper under the pillows.
It was seven in the morning, which meant he had an hour at most to get ready and make it to the Jeffersonian on time for work.
Rubbing his eyes, Booth sat up in bed, then got up and walked into the kitchen. Preparing himself a thing of coffee, he made his way back into the bedroom. Tossing his clothes and firearm on the bed, he stripped his night-shirt off and rubbed his sore shoulder blade.
He then grabbed his black button-up shirt and slipped it on, only stopping once upon hearing something. Shrugging, Booth fastened the buttons on his shirt, then stopped again. He grabbed his gun just then and slowly walked through the halls. His eyes wandered and he kept his gun at the ready. "Hello!"
Upon not recieving an answer, Booth walked around then relaxed his arms to the side. He turned around and jumped slightly when he became face-to-face with a grinning Doctor Temperance Brennan.
"God, don't do that."
Brennan grinned wider. "You didn't answer, so I let myself in." She then looked down at the gun in his hand. "Expecting someone or did I just scare Mr. FBI?"
Booth walked past her, ignoring the statement. "What're you doing here, Bones?"
"I just said. You didn't answer either phones, so..."
"I just woke up."
Brennan made a face. "Booth, are you okay? You seem jumpy."
"I'm fine," Booth retorted, throwing on his blazer on.
Brennan nodded. "Okay." She paused. "We have a case you might be interested in."
"What?" Booth walked into the kitchen.
"A beating. Not to mention her place had went up in flames. Apparently she was a ex-cop."
Booth poured his coffee. "Huh. Anything unusual?"
"Not yet or so far that we've seen."
Silence fell between them before Booth grabbed his gun and cell, pocketing them both in his jacket. Brennan followed him and watched as Booth glanced around the house before closing the door and locking it.
"The only thing that was completely shattered was a left rib bone," Angela Montenegro announce when Brennan and Booth entered the Jeffersonian.
Brennan nodded. "Can we use it at all?"
"Not sure."
Booth followed the woment silently, his hands in the pockets of his pants.
"Sweetie, is he alright?" Angela asked Brennan, glancing at Booth.
Brennan looked briefly at Booth. "Yeah, he's fine."
"You sure?"
Looking at Angela and making sure that Booth didn't hear, she answered honestly, "No. I'm not."
Later that night, Booth had pried off his work clothes and threw on his night shirt and pants. He felt as though a headache was crashing down onto him fast and he jumped when his cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"You're time ran dry, Agent Booth. You have exactly five seconds to defend yourself."
"Wait, just wait--"
"I gave you fourty-eight hours. You knew the deadline. The waiting is over."
Booth looked at the front door. "Just--wait, I can--"
"I know about that pretty Brennan girl. Your partner. It would be a shame if anything were to happen to that pretty face of hers."
Booth felt his heart pound. "What'd you do to Bones?"
"Nothing. You need to do exactly as I say, so listen closely, Mr. Booth."
Booth bit his lip. "Just wait a second, hold on!"
"You need to defend yourself in any way you see fitting. If you choose to run, I will find you or Miss Brennan, rest assured."
"Hold on, I-"
"Five seconds on my watch."
Booth stared at the front door still. "Can't we just talk about this? Just one moment?"
"We've talked and you know it. You ran out of time. Five on mine. And remember what I said."
Click.
Booth dropped his cell and ducked behind the counter when bullets penetrated his door and flew by his head. He waited a moment before checking his gun, then shot it before going behind the counter again.
When there was not a sound, nor a firing of a gun back at him, Booth dared to leave his post and look around. What he saw, he had not been prepared for.
"No, no, no, shoot!"
Dropping his gun, Booth ran over to the limp body that was one of the FBI agents he had worked with and trained. His cell ran and he asnwered it with a shaky hand.
"Hello?"
"Congratulations. You've just killed Double Agent Ryan Jones. I assume you knew him. Maybe even trained him."
Booth was furious now. "What do you think you're doing, you-"
"You don't scare me, Agent Booth. Agent Jones was sent by me. He had no idea that he was to go after you. Now, I'm going to call 9-1-1 and report you for murder..."
"What!"
"...and you have ten seconds to get away. But remember that I will find you. And rest assured, I may just leave Miss Brennan alone." A pause. "You have ten seconds starting now."
Click.
Booth shook. His breath was shaky as he looked at the dead Ryan Jones, then numbly ran into his bedroom. He grabbed a duffel bag, stuffed clothes into it and finally, grabbed a framed photo of Brennan. Sighing, he said, "Sorry, Bones," and dropped the picture into the bag. After which, he grabbed whatever other valuables he had and his cell phone charger, dropping them into his bag as well. He made a mental note to grab some bullets and batteries on the way out. He didn't know where he was going, but all he knew was that he was in trouble.
Booth shoved his gun and cell phone into his pockets of his jacket, took one last look at Ryan Jones, then left, pulling out and away just as he heard the cop sirens sound.
When his cell rang with Brennan's ring tone, Booth shook his head. "Sorry, Bones. This is something I need to do on my own."
Well?
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