Title: Boom
Rating: T for violence and language
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. Wish I did.
AN: Reviews are friends! This chapter is set right in the middle of the plot. It's short, but I promise for longer ones in the future. Errors are mine.
Boom
"Excuse me?"
Booth's face froze with sickening realization as the agent on the other end of the line stuttered, "Um, sir, our mail got mixed up again. You have a package from a Kay-Anne Boome. Did you want me to drop it by your office; I'm heading down that way."
"No! Get away from it now. We have a code—"
Booth's frantic words were cut off by the deafening blast of explosives from down the hall. The concussion brought Booth down on the floor forcibly but not after cracking his head against his desk. Dazed, he stumbled to his feet while a constant ringing in his ears plagued his hearing. Vaguely, he could see smoke pouring in from newly formed cracks on his wall and stream in from under his doorway. As the ringing lessened slightly he could discern panicked screams and cries of agony from those who had the misfortune of being caught in the blast and fire.
Wiping a thin trail of blood from his forehead he ran to the door, already knowing of the carnage he'd see. Anger and guilt fueled him as he imagined fellow agents caught in the crossfire of his goddamned case. But before he even reached the doorknob, there was a second blast, much closer than the last one. He was thrown backwards landing on his arm and back. He felt the snap of a bone breaking and he cried out in pain. He felt the floor shake as that level in FBI headquarters crumble as the supports gave in.
Booth's world fell away in a blurred world of darkness and pain.