It had been a long, silent ride to the crime scene, which had only been about twenty minutes away from the Jeffersonian, but to Vincent it had felt like hours. Agent Booth was angry, that much he could tell. His jaw was set and he stared out the window at the road almost looking like a mad man. Vincent tried to steady his nerves, reminding himself not to spout facts, it may calm him, however it was sure to infuriate Agent Booth more than he already was. He was actually a little bit frightened for himself right now, if Booth's fury was directed at him he wasn't sure he could take it. After the conversation back at the lab he was actually starting to feel a little sorry for Sweets since he would be the one the wrath was directed at, or at least he hoped that it would be him. He told himself again to just get straight to business and not spout any facts, he could calm his own nerves later, when Agent Booth was far away.
They arrived at the crime scene and Booth stopped the SUV more abruptly than he had been meaning to. He glanced over in apology to Mr. Nigel-Murray, and then sat for a moment to collect himself as Vincent got out of the SUV and began to trek silently towards the crime scene tape that had been erected around the body. As he glanced back at agent Booth after he got to the tape, he noticed that the agent had calmed significantly from how he had been since the lab and was now heading towards him. He had an heir about him that suggested no one would even know he had been upset.
Vincent waited for him outside the tape, but soon went under it as Booth gave him a nod. As he approached the remains he noted in a digital voice recorder, Booth standing over the shallow pit he had climbed into, listening intently and scratching things down in his note pad as well.
"It looks as though the victim was female, approximately 25-30. Her iliac bone suggests she has previously given birth. Cause of death unable to determine at this juncture. Height appears to be roughly between 5"4' and 5"7'." Booth just gazed at Vincent, for the first time since meeting the man he hadn't started spouting out completely irrelevant fact and was actually keeping to the facts of the remains.
Vincent clicked off the recorder and climbed out of the shallow pit to stand next to Booth. Vincent had a wavery voice and his face was obviously somewhat fearful for what was to come when he spoke his next words to the Agent, however he wasn't Dr. Brennan, he knew she could probably tell him more. "I'm sorry Agent Booth, that's all I can determine from where the remains sit now; we'll need to take them back to the Jeffersonian to go anymore in depth."
Booth looked at him, Vincent looked scared and apologetic. He knew he had caused the fear, and was silently cursing himself. Bones had already scared them all enough; he shouldn't be contributing to their fear.
"Hey Vincent, its okay. Sometimes we don't even get that much before we move it to the lab." He tried to sound cheerful, to ease the boys mind, but it didn't come out cheerful. His mind was still on Bones, how she had reacted. He needed to hurry this along so he could go and find out what was going on with her. "Hey guys," He shouted to the FBI Crime techs, "We need all this transported to the Jeffersonian, and I mean everything."
He looked up and saw a few nods from the techs as if they were saying 'yeah, yeah, yeah, what's new?' and he almost grinned.
"Alright Vincent, they'll bring this to the lab as soon as they have collected everything. I'm going to drop you off at the lab. Let's go" With that Booth made his way back to the SUV, Vincent in tow.
Vincent was still being very quiet, which Booth didn't mind, on the drive back. Booth did however take time to glance over on occasion to make sure his fear had at least subsided a little. Which it had, Vincent was Quiet because he didn't want to piss the agent off and risk the fear coming back, and Booth knew that. He was content to sit in silence for the trip, as long as Vincent was able to realize that he had no ill feelings toward him. He'd get his job done much easier if he wasn't worried about Booth becoming unglued on him.
Booth let Vincent out at the lab and continued to his next location, he could feel the anger rising in him again the instant he headed towards the Hoover building.
When the elevator doors finally opened Booth rushed towards Sweet's office, he didn't even knock, just barged right in. His eyes filled with anger when they caught sight of the shrink. "You" He yelled.
Sweets had been sitting at his desk, looking somewhat hung-over, nursing a cup of coffee. He looked up, but not in fear, if Booth had to place it his look was dismissive. As if Booth needed confirmation of that fact he opened his mouth to speak and it was in fact confirmed in his tone. "Agent Booth, I really don't have time. Your next session isn't until Wednesday, It's just now Monday."
Sweets went back to his coffee, he had obviously not noticed the look in Booth's eyes or realized quite how angry he really was.
"No Sweets, this can't wait," Booth spoke harshly, trying desperately not to shout as he approached him. "I need you," A brief pause as Booth tried to think of how to phase his thoughts into a sentence that would help his cause rather than hurt it, "To tell me, what you told Bones."
Sweets looked up at him, clueless, "What? I haven't even seen..."
He was cut off by the angry voice of Booth raising in volume just enough to show the seriousness of the matter, "No you saw her; you saw her and Angela last night. Angela said you came over to talk to her," Sweets face fell as Booth continued, " Angela went to the bathroom, when she came out Bones was white as a ghost and you were no where to be seen. What did you tell her?" Booth nearly screamed the last sentence at the shrinking therapist.
"Oh no," Sweets murmured, he was now shaking, but not from fear instilled by Agent Booth, but from fear of what he might have let slip in his drunken state. He didn't remember seeing Dr. Brennan or Angela, but if he had, knowing some things he knows, oh this could be bad, this could be really, really bad.
"Oh no what?" Booth was in his face now, just a foot from him, his voice quiet but in no way calm.
"I don't know what I said, could have been a few things. I need," He paused, looking up at the Agent hovering above him, panic in his voice "I need to go talk to her."
"Good luck Sweets, she's not even talking to me right now, or Angela. Says she has to fix something or other, make it right. She's not making sense and she won't let anyone near her." Sweets got paler and felt as though he was going to throw up. "So what, Sweets, did you tell her?"
"Oh God," Sweets murmured as he got up and made his way past the agent and towards the door, not even acknowledging Booths presence. "This is not good."
Booth then grabbed Sweets arm and swung him around, "WHAT?"
"Agent Booth, I'd really rather explain this one once, you aren't getting a word out of me until I get to the lab." The boy looked terrified, but determined, so Booth pulled him out of the office and towards the elevator without another word. Dragged him all the way down to his SUV and practically threw him in to the passenger seat before getting in himself and heading straight for the Jeffersonian.
Brennan had been standing over this skeleton for hours, though it had already begun to feel like days. She didn't know for sure how long she had been there, and wasn't even really aware that the entire lab was standing at the bottom of the platform watching her fearfully.
"No, no, no, this is not right." She said aloud to herself. "There has to be something."
Angela and Hodgins glanced at one another each trying to discern if the other had any idea what was going on. They came up empty and glanced to Cam and Vincent in turn, who also seemed clueless.
Finally Angela couldn't take it anymore; she made her way up onto the platform, sliding her id as she went. She stalked straight up to Brennan, "Bren, Sweetie, what are you looking for, maybe I can help?"
Bren threw her a glare, "No, you can't, I don't know what I'm looking for yet, but something, there has to be something."
"Sweetie I just don't understand, why are you looking at this one anyway, the case is solved, Gormagon is..." She knew instantly to back away as Brennan's gaze hit hers Icy, Cold, full of loathing, but there was a hint of sadness beneath the fire she saw burning, but first and foremost she saw the anger, intense anger.
She was saved from receiving that anger as she heard the glass doors open and Brennan's gaze shifted towards it, her eyes losing all sadness and being completely consumed with a fury Angela had never seen. As she turned to see who had arrived she wasn't surprised to see that a very nervous Sweets was being pushed ahead of a very angry Booth.
"Okay, we're at the lab, now tal.."
Booth was cut off by Brennan's ice cold voice that nearly chilled them all to the bone just from her tone alone, "GET OUT," She spoke as softly as she could so as not to actually yell, but with a force that was unmistakably terrifying, "YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE ANYMORE." Her eyes still narrowed on Sweets as she took steps toward the entrance to the platform he was approaching, as if she was guarding it from him.
"Dr. Brennan," Sweets started, again she cut off all communication with her own voice.
"No, you've done enough." She held her ground as he continued to approach the platform. She had tears in her eyes but willed them not to fall. Sweets looked mortified, but couldn't, he wouldn't back down. As he finally hit the bottom of the stairs her stance shifted from one of guarding to one of attack.
Booth noticing her actions tried to pull Sweets out of the way, he however was unsuccessful as she threw a hard right which connected firmly with the side of his face. Everyone around her was stunned by her actions, they knew she was upset, knew something was wrong, but what could he have possibly done to make her this angry, this illogical.
"Bones, you need to calm down." He gave her a warning look as he helped Sweets up from the floor to which he had fallen, which she ignored him as she turned back to the exam table.
"Get him out, he doesn't deserve to be here," She stated bluntly.
Just then the FBI Techs came in with the body and all the samples and evidence that had been taken from the earlier crime scene. They looked aghast at what was going on in the lab and wondered if this would be there next crime scene. Cam went over to them, signed for the evidence and asked them to leave. She said they would take it from there. The techs briefly shook their heads in disbelief and left promptly, as to not in-cure any of the wrath themselves.
No one had moved since Brennan's statement with the exception of Brennan, who was now in her own world of bones leaning back over the table, and Cam. Booth thought carefully during those moments of silence and motioned them all to follow, leaving Brennan obliviously looking at the bones, trying to find a clue to what none of them knew.
Booth led them up the stairs and to the lounge where they could all sit. He pushed Sweets into a chair and towered over him. Once everyone was seated but him he began his interrogation of Sweets, "Now, what did you tell her?"
"Look Agent Booth, I was drunk, I didn't mean to, I.....oh God," He said with a whimper as he looked at all the faces surrounding him. He knew this was going to hurt, Brennan was usually emotionless and it drew out such a fury and sadness in her he couldn't begin to imagine what it would bring from the rest.
Please, please review!!! Next chapter will be up soon, I'm going to continue on it now, just thought this one might be getting a little long so I would go ahead and post. I know I said you would find out in chapter two, but it was just so much. So sorry, but most of you have already figured it out anyway.
