Summary:: A privately owned and operated company has blackmailed Booth and his squints to move out of the country. Can the team gather enough evidence to bring this powerful cooperation down, while on the run as fugitives? Can they, with the help of Max and Angel, save themselves?
It is recommended that you read 'Sick' and 'Murder, with a side of fries please' first. They are helpful to figuring out what is going on.
Hereeeeee it is! Yet another sequel (this one to Murder, with a side of fries please), starring everyone's favorite vamppuppie! I would like to credit mendenbar with the word 'vamppuppie', which is now one of my favorite words to use. Cracks me up every time.
This fic will be a bit wordy at first, there is a lot of explaining to do. As always, criticism, comments and suggestions are welcome!
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Booth knew that the man was following him. He walked quicker, determined to lose the man in the maze of DC streets he knew so well. After a few more blocks, he turned a corner and pressed himself against a wall, waiting. When the man walked by, Booth grabbed the 'stalker' by his shirt collar and hauled him into the alleyway with him.
Booth slammed the man against the wall and then said angrily, "What do you want with me?!"
"I just want to talk, Agent Booth. I have some information that concerns you." Booth reluctantly put the man down, but didn't let his guard down.
"Good," said the man as if he was merely asking Booth to come to a party. "I work for The Company, and you are starting to piss The Company off. You have recently been harassing our clients. I assume you remember a certain Walter Edwards?"
Booth nodded. "Your clients?"
"The Company helps people who want power. Edwards was one of many men who did. We told him to kill his daughter. You understand, she would have only gotten in his way. The Company was very upset at his death. We also lost our best police dog to you.
When you killed Howard Epps, that was understandable. But to put his brother in jail as well? Now that just makes us mad, Agent Booth. We are giving you and your team 12 hours to move out of the country and start a new life. Good luck." The man started to walk away.
"Wait! What team?" Booth asked.
The man stopped but did not turn. "Your team at the Jeffersonian. Do not tell anyone but them of your encounter with me. They are being informed as we speak. Do not try anything with us, Booth. We will not hesitate to kill them, or you." And then he was gone. Booth sprinted back to his truck, jumped in, and screeched off towards his and Brennan's apartment.
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He shoved his key into the lock and then jerked the door open. "Bones?" he called out.
"Booth!" Was her shout before she came barreling around the corner from the living room. "Booth, this man, he--"
"I know, Bones." He said, pulling her into a hug.
"What do we do?" She asked, clinging to him.
"We call Ange, Jack and Zack and we get out of the country until we figure out what is going on."
"Which direction do we go? Canada or Mexico?"
"Canada." he said.
"Oh! Hold on, I have an idea!" She wriggled out of his grip and ran back into the living room, grabbed her cell phone, dialed a number, and then held it to her ear. Booth listened to her side of the conversation.
"Daddy?... Do you have room for five people? Wow, four bedrooms, big place. I'll explain when we get there. Yes, around 8 this evening. Ok, see you then. Bye, love you!" she hung up, and then turned to Booth. "We have a place to stay."
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Hope you like it! More coming soon! Don't forget to review!
Beagle
