A/N: So this is just a random idea that popped into my head and wouldn't go away. (My dad holds part of the blame.) So my reason for making this fic was because there is not enough Angela stories that actually have nothing to do with Romance. AND because I wanted to show off Sweets' amazing gun skills. XD I hope you enjoy! This is only supposed to be a two or three-shot, but may evolve into something more.
Disclaimer: Bones is not mine. :( I do own some of the dvds though!
It was a normal day at the Jeffersonian. Things were calm and relatively quiet. Doctor Brennan was hunched over looking at some remains. Her intern for that day, Mister Finn Abernathy, was right beside her. Cam had just finished scooping out some remaining organs and had started taking some flesh samples. Hodgins had just walked off the forensic platform with a big grin and petri dishes full of bugs.
Angela brushed past him on her way over to the platform. She smiled as she saw the grin that was plastered on her husband's face. She wasn't sure how someone could love those six-legged creatures that much.
Sweets was just walking through the glass double doors. "Is Agent Booth here?" he called.
"You just missed him." Cam replied.
"Aw, man." Sweets complained. Under his arm was a box that appeared to be full of papers.
"And what might this be?" Angela asked as she walked up beside the psychologist and patted the cardboard box. "Love notes from Lancelot?"
"Err… No." Sweets face turned red at the thought. "These are all of the victim's cell phone records that I had to go through. I sorted out the important messages and who he contacted the most."
"Ah." Angela replied and slid her card to start going up the steps to the platform.
Finn looked up in the direction of Sweets and Angela and his eyes got wide. "Doctor Brennan, watch out!"
That's when the first gunshot rang out.
About four things happened at once.
One: Finn tackled Brennan to the ground and cried out as a bullet went into his shoulder.
Two: Sweets instinctively turned and pulled his gun, but soon saw that he was heavily outnumbered.
Three: Angela was shoved roughly under a table by Cam.
Four: They all saw that six men stood at the sliding glass doors. All of them were armed to the teeth in weapons.
Sweets kept his hand firmly on his gun. His heartbeat had jumped to his throat. His palms started sweating. One man of the six pointed his gun above all of their heads and pulled the trigger. The automatic weapon shattered the windows above their heads. Alarms started going off.
Hodgins heard the commotion and ran out of his office.
Sweets pulled the trigger of his weapon and the man with the automatic rifle dropped. Swets pulled the trigger another time and one more man dropped. Then a trigger was pulled on him.
Sweets felt agonizing pain ripple through his leg. He dropped to his knees.
"Ange?" Hodgins yelled.
"Jack!" Angela yelled. She was hunkered down beside the table Cam had pushed her behind. Cam and Brennan were on the opposite side of the table where they were putting pressure on Finn's wound.
The four men that were left started advancing toward the platform.
"Hodgins, get out of the way!" Sweets yelled. Hodgins was right in his line of fire.
Hodgins ignored him. He was focused on getting his wife out of trouble. "HEY!" he yelled. He managed to grab one guys shoulder. The man turned and rammed the butt of his gun against Hodgins' head. Hodgins dropped like a sack of potatoes.
"Jack!" Angela yelled.
Sweets winced as he pulled the trigger again. His shot went wide and ricocheted off of the railing of the stairs. He quickly shot again. Another man went down.
"I thought I took care of you." Someone growled. He turned and fired in Sweets' direction. Sweets had been expecting this and rolled out of the way. He muffled a cry that tried to make its way out as he put pressure on his leg. Another shot whizzed past his head. He quickly scrambled to his feet and limped over behind a table. He overturned it to create a barrier.
It didn't help much.
Another bullet plowed through the table and whizzed past his nose.
"What do you want?" Angela demanded.
"Jack Hodgins' money." The man replied. "And we're going to use you to get it."
Angela was frozen in fear. She felt like an idiot, just sitting there and quivering like a little school girl, but between the sight of Hodgins laying on the floor, Sweets' blood trail, and Finn's suppressed hisses she couldn't think of anything else to do.
A gun shot rang out and another of the three dropped. Cam breathed a sigh that they had a gun in the room. She regretted ever doubting that Sweets could handle a gun.
"Get that kid!" The man who appeared to be the leader yelled. There was only two of them left.
The leader pulled something out of his vest and quickly advanced towards Angela.
"Get away from me!" She cried.
Brennan felt her gut twisting. She desperately wished she could do something to help Angela, but her and Cam's hands were the only things keeping Finn from bleeding to death. Something told her that they wouldn't hurt Angela. They needed her alive.
Faster than Angela could react she found her hands bound and over top of the man's shoulder. She kicked and screamed and cussed.
Sweets didn't hear the man approaching his little barricade and was shocked when he felt a hand grab his shirt collar. He was roughly pulled up and then slammed back down on the floor. The air in his lungs left with a whoosh. "We're going to teach you a lesson or two." He growled and then slammed his gun against Sweets' head. The man quickly brought out some flex-cuffs and snapped them on Sweets' wrists. He then drug Sweets behind the leader.
The two gunman and their captives quickly walked out a back door where a van and a driver was waiting for them.
The cops showed up two seconds later.
