Invincible
Chapter 1: Not Right
"Damn these mosquitos! God, why won't they leave me alone?!" Booth hissed. More to himself than to the rest of the world.
"What are you mumbling about?"
"Nothing. And tell me again why you're here?" Booth said as quietly as he could, but still being able to be heard by his partner.
"Because," Brennen responded. "you need back-up and your other men aren't here yet."
Booth ignored that last comment and kept moving. Gun drawn he walked around a bunch of rocks, nearly tripping over one. It was dark and Brennen was having a hard time keeping up with the agent.
"Booth!" she half whispered, half yelled
But Booth was already far ahead. His eyes trying to distinguish which house his killer ran into. He moved even closer and found that one house had its door slightly open. Odd he thought.
They had been searching for a man named Adam Marcus who had murdered five girls living in Washington D.C. When the FBI went to arrest him, he had fled the country hours before to Mexico. Now Booth was so close to bringing that bastard to justice.
The former sniper crept forward and slammed his foot into the door knocking it clean open. Marcus was about to run for it when Booth grabbed him by the arm and threw him against a wall knocking the wind out of him.
The agent whipped his head around when he heard footsteps approaching. He pointed his gun at the intruder to find that it was only Bones.
"God Bones, don't do that!" he sighed.
"Do what?" she said oblivious. "Booth! Behind you!"
Seeley Booth spun around and was met with Marcus' fist coming in contact with his face. Booth recovered quickly and nailed the other man in the gut with his knee. Brennen gasped and Booth's attention was diverted long enough for the other man to lash out again. He tripped the agent, who fell hard on the floor. Booth kicked Marcus' legs out from under him and jumped to his feet. Marcus was about to strike again, when he heard a click and felt the cold metal of a gun being pushed against his neck.
"Give me a reason." Booth hissed dangerously. "Give me a reason and I will kill you, right here, right now."
Marcus smirked. "Sure, pretty boy. Go ahead." Then he looked at Brennen. "He doesn't have the guts anymore."
"Booth..." Brennen begged almost. She saw how worked up he was right now. "Cuff him and let's go."
Booth glanced at her. "Fine."
Marcus smiled even larger. He grabbed the gun and shoved Booth backwards and went after Bones. Seeley steadied himself against the wall and brought his gun up. Marcus was a few feet from Brennen when Booth pulled the trigger. Two well aimed shots buried themselves in Marcus' back and one square in the back of his head.
The man fell to the ground dead. Brennen just stared at Marcus then starred at Booth. He was starring at the body and dropped his gun. It hit the ground with a dull clank.
Brennen noticed cars outside the house and walked out the door. The FBI had arrived. Agents were piling out of cars and lights were flashing. Brennen explained what happened and the agent in charge nodded and told the others to bag the body.
Agent Booth slowly walked out the door and met up with Brennen and the head agent named Doyle. Agent Doyle and Booth talked for a moment and Doyle congratulated him but Booth only nodded to show he heard him.
He walked over to her and quietly said: "Let's go home Bones."
"Booth? You alright?"
Brennen was working at her desk and Booth was lying on her couch, just taking it easy. When he heard his name he propped himself up on his arm and turned towards his partner.
"Yeah, why?''
"You look really tired."
"Thanks, mom." the agent responded, sitting up.
Bones looked offended. "I'm not your mom Booth."
Booth weakly smiled. "Well I'm going home." he said standing up. "There's no work to do here." he said and walked out of the office and disappeared from view.
"See you tomorrow then." Bones called after him.
There had been no case for four days after they got back. They had been hunting Marcus in Mexico for three days before they caught, rather killed him. Brennen was happy to be back and at work again, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something wrong with Booth.
Angela and Brennen were talking in the doctor's office the next day. "Honey, it's nothing. Booth was just a little tired yesterday, that's all. I'm sure he's-" She was cut off when she saw Booth enter. "Oh my God Booth, you look like crap!"
"Thanks, and a good morning to you too."
"Booth it's 12:20 PM! Where have you been?"
Booth slapped himself on the head. "Oh damn, Cullen's gonna kill me."
"Wait," Brennen spoke up. She stood up from her chair and walked over to the FBI agent. "You didn't go there first?"
"No." he said slowly. "I forgot."
"What time did you get up?" Angela asked, folding her arms across her chest. She was starting to see why her best friend was worried. "What time Booth?"
"I dunno," The agent said, scratching the back of his head. "eleven maybe."
"Looks like you overslept."
"No crap." he said annoyed. "Look, I gotta go."
He turned and left leaving the room at a slower walk than normal for him and the two women noticed it. Brennen sighed. Angela didn't know what to do or say so just went over and sat with her friend. "Did you see how tired he looked?"
Brennen nodded. "Yeah."
"There is definitely something up with that man." Angela said quietly.
"I'll watch him." Brennen said, mostly to herself.
Booth was in Cullen's office trying to explain why he was so late to work. Cullen was not too happy when Booth walked in his office around 12:30. When the director saw Booth he noticed that he was really pale and was out of breath when he came in. But that might have been from running down the halls.
"Sir I-" Booth tried, but was cut off by Cullen raising his hand.
"Booth, you look like crap."
Booth through his hands in the air. "Why is everyone sating that?!" he said annoyed. "Why isn't it: 'Good afternoon' or 'how are you' or hell even 'hello' ?!"
"Because it's true." Cullen said simply. "Did something happen in Mexico?"
"Killed the bad guy."
"Booth."
"Yeah, I dunno. A lot happened. But nothing bad."
Cullen sighed. "Alright. Go back to the lab and wait till we have a case."
Booth was out the door already but then he remembered something and he poked his head back in. "Does this mean I'm not fired?"
"Go Booth."
Booth walked sorta fast out to his SUV and unlocked it. Suddenly he got light headed and put his hand on the car to stop from falling over. After a minute he opened the door and got in. Booth rested his head on the wheel for a while and looked at himself in the rear view mirror. God, people are right. I do look bad. But he shook it off and started the engine.
He drove to the lab, parked, and got out. He was careful not to walk all that fast so he wouldn't get light headed again. What's wrong with me?
He had not even gotten into the Jeffersonian when his phone went off. He flipped it open. "Booth."
Cullen's voice filled the speaker explaining that he had a case and saying an agent will be over with the file soon. Booth listened to his boss and said "yes sir" to signal he understood, and then snapped the phone shut. He waited and sure enough the agent arrived and handed him the file. Booth thanked him and went to show Bones.
On the TV a news report flashed across the screen. "A body has been found yesterday at a local university campus. The facility will be shut down to allow FBI to take the case form local police. Students are reminded to come forward if they know anything that could lead to the killer."
"Shut that off!" someone growled.
The TV flicked off. "You know, you should watch the news more."
"Sorry Jimmy, more important stuff to watch."
Just then a woman burst into the room. "What are you all sitting there for?"
"Because we can't stand. Gravity hates us."
The woman rolled her eyes. "If you don't get down to the clinic, gravity will be the least of your problems."
When she had left, the room was awfully silent.
"House just go."
"Wilson, oh fine." the doctor said as he stood up. "Cameron, Chase and Foreman, get going."
The three doctors decided it wasn't worth arguing with him and stood up and left for the clinic. Defeated without a fight.
House turned and limped after them.
"So where is this body?" Brennen asked flipping through the file. Angela was trying to read over her friend's shoulder, which wasn't working all that well for her.
"Pack your bags Bones, cause we're going to Princeton, New Jersey."
This is my first BONES fic so please be nice. Reviews are VERY nice and would be helpful to me and my work. I'll continue if people like it enough so please review. AND NO FLAMES!!! Thank You. :)
