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April 4th
7:30 PM
"Hey Cap I need a favor," Jones said into the phone.
"What's up Jones?" His ex ROTC captain asked him with a sigh.
"You know the cadence runs you do for guys who actually enlist?" Jones asked hesitantly but still with a smile.
"Yeah," the captain said shortly.
"Weeelllll I was wondering if you could move them from the National Mall to another location," Jones said with a smile.
"I don't see why not. Why though?" The captain asked confused at the request.
"Because the squints have declared war," Jones said with a smirk.
"I'll take care of it," the captain said with a laugh and hung up the phone.
10PM
"Hey Frankie this is Burns. I need a favor," Charlie said into the phone.
"Yeah whaddya need?"
"Welllllll, I need you to move your DUI check point to this address. Flashing lights the whole nine yards," Charlie said a little hesitantly.
"You paying someone back for something?" Frankie asked in an amused voice.
"Yep," Charlie said with a smirk in his voice.
"Okay give me the address..."
April 5th
Brennan groaned, rolled over, and looked at the clock. It read 12AM, what in the heck was that noise outside her apartment. Stumbling from the bed, she walked to the window and looked down. There was an entire city block worth of young men standing in clusters. Sighing she looked down in horror as they formed into blocks with flags. They began to run and called out,
R is for rough and tough
A is for all the way
N is for never quit
G is for gung-ho
E is for excellence
R is for Ranger
"Arrrgghhh," she groaned out. Picking up her phone she hit speed dial one. She heard it ring then she heard him answer.
"Booth," he growled through the phone.
"Booth I'm going to metaphorically kill your ranger ass. Even though I know more than your ass was a ranger," she growled.
"What the hell Bones. What are you talking about?" Booth said with a sigh at her irritation. She flung open her window and held the phone up to the screen. Booth winced on the other side at the sound of the cadence coming through the phone.
"That's what I am talking about," she growled into the phone. Booth sighed he knew the agents had done this. He glanced out his window at the flashing police lights that had been there since 9pm.
"How many units are out there?" He asked her scared to hear the answer. Silence reigned as she counted the blocks.
"Bones are you still there?"
"Yes Booth, I'm still counting the first set just went up the block but there are still quite a few," she snarled into her phone.
"I'm up to twenty and they're still coming," she groaned into the phone. Booth let out a sigh and rubbed his eyes.
"I'd say you could stay here but they've set up a DUI check point outside my apartment and my entire place is covered in flashing lights," Booth told her with a sigh.
"I'll call Hodgins," Brennan said with a sigh. She hung up the phone and dialed Hodgins' number.
Jackson and Fredericks hunkered down next to the wall.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Fredericks asked Jackson in a quiet whisper.
"Yes, I worked for a security company to get through college. These lines are all different buildings. Now let's see this is an ADT set up. All I have to do is," Jackson said quietly as he took out a pair pinchers. He placed the pinchers over the line and squeezed. Fredericks almost jumped out of his skin when the alarms in the house began blaring. Fredericks grinned and high fived Jackson. Jackson shuffled around in his bag. Pulling out a box he set it on the ground, then adjusted the pinchers in place. Jackson fiddled with a few buttons as Fredericks watched over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Fredericks asked as the lights around the house lit up.
"Setting it to apply pressure at random intervals. Now shut up and let's move," Jackson said and the men scrambled away from the wall and into the darkness.
"Hello," Hodgins answered his phone in an irritated tone.
"Hello Hodgins. Is there anything going on at your house at the moment?" Hodgins looked at his phone and sighed.
"Yes, Dr. B there is. Something is setting off my house alarm every fifteen minutes. I've spent the last hour on the phone with ADT answering their calls. I've finally gotten them to realize that there is something wrong with the alarm. They said they would send someone tomorrow to check on it," Hodgins groaned out when he heard his house alarm go off again. Brennan let out a sigh and rubbed her temples.
"Okay thanks Hodgins. I'll see you in the morning," Brennan said then flipped her phone closed.
She picked up her phone and dialed Booth again.
"Booth," he answered tiredly.
"Booth, Hodgins house alarm keeps going off every fifteen minutes so he's not sleeping either," Brennan said with a frown.
"Okay well I guess I'll see you in the morning," Booth said with a sigh then flipped his phone closed.
Walking to living room where the flashing lights were less prominent he flopped down on the couch and pulled the afghan over his body. Reaching around he found a pillow, pulled it over his head, and went to sleep.
Brennan glared at her window then stalked to the living room and lay down on her couch. Groaning she realized that there was a window and sound was coming in through the glass. Standing up she went to her room, grabbed the comforter, two pillows, and stalked to the bathroom. Flinging her comforter and pillows into the tub, she climbed in and curled up to sleep.
Jansen smirked as he set the radio unit down on the ground. He approached the bushes lining the edge of Dr. Saroyan's driveway and put it down.
He punched in the numbers to set the timer then adjusted the frequency until he heard the sound he wanted to hear. Ducking into the bushes he watched as Dr. Saroyan looked out her window. Moving the transmitter back into the edge of the bushes he hit the repeat button and took off at a run. Reaching his car parked two blocks away he climbed in and calmly drove away with a smirk.
Cam heard her car alarm go off and she shot out of bed. Grabbing her gun, she crept to the front of her house. Scanning the yard, she didn't see anything, so she grabbed her key fob and turned off the alarm then relocked the doors, which automatically reset the alarm.
She went back to her bedroom and lay down to go back to sleep. She had just gotten comfortable when her car alarm went off again. Groaning she got up and went to the front of her house. Looking around she didn't see anything so she reset her car and went back to her room grumbling about stupid cats. She spent the rest of the night laying on her couch resetting her car alarm every twenty minutes to half an hour.
6AM
Each of the squints with blurry eyes looked at their alarm clocks and groaned.
Rolling from the tub Brennan pulled the blankets out and took her shower.
Cam groaned and rolled off the couch heading to her bathroom to get ready for the day.
Booth sighed and tried unsuccessfully to get off his couch. Instead, he fell in the floor with an ommphhh and winced at the pain shooting up his back. He stood up and limped to the bathroom to get ready for what looked to be a very long day.
Hodgins had not slept at all. He was stunned that Angela had managed to get any sleep at all. They grumbled together about the stupid alarm then went about getting ready for work.
Brennan stepped from the shower and scowled at her phone, which was ringing.
"WHAT," she answered in a disgruntled tone.
"Nice greeting there, Bones. I'm going to need a big favor today," Booth said hesitantly. Brennan rolled her eyes.
"What do you need Booth?" She said in a softer, less angry tone.
"I'm going to need you to fix my back," he said with a wince.
"What happened to your back?" She asked in a confused tone.
"I slept on the couch," he grunted.
"Okay I'll see you at the lab then," she said with a sigh.
Flipping the phone closed she rubbed her eyes tiredly and got dressed for the day. She went down to her vehicle and tried to get out of her parking garage. She hit the brakes as another unit ran by calling out the same repetitive cadence she had heard all night. One of the men in charge saw her and stopped the units so she could pull out. She pulled out on to the street and almost cried at the sight of even more units down the block. She began driving towards the Jeffersonian.
Booth climbed into the Sequoia and pulled away from his apartment. An officer at the DUI checkpoint stopped him.
"Excuse me sir, were you out last night?" Booth raised his eyebrows and winced at the pain that shot up his back.
"No sir I have not. If you have been paying attention you would have seen me pull into traffic from my parking spot not five feet away," Booth growled.
"There is no reason to be belligerent sir. Keep it up and you will be given a sobriety test," the officer threatened.
"If you choose to do that I need you to call my boss and let him know why you are making me late," Booth said with an eye roll.
"Why would we call your boss? We don't do that," the officer stated.
"Because my boss is Deputy Director of the FBI Sam Cullen," Booth said with a smirk as he flipped out his credentials.
"Yeah, okay sir. I can see you are wearing a suit and are ready to go to work. I don't smell any alcohol so you can pass," the officer said waving him through the checkpoint. Booth slid on his sunglasses and drove towards the Hoover to get his paper work.
Cam strode to her car and walked around it looking for something that might have been setting the alarm off all night. Not seeing anything she climbed into her car and pulled smoothly out into traffic then headed towards the Jeffersonian.
Hodgins and Angela were bickering back and forth at each other as they climbed into their vehicles and headed to the Jeffersonian.
Brennan looked up and saw flashing lights behind her then she pulled to the side of the road. She waited for the police officer to approach her vehicle. She was unsure as to why she was being stopped she wasn't speeding. The officer knocked on her window and she put it down.
"License and registration please," the officer demanded gruffly.
She pulled her registration from the glove box then dug in her bag for her license. The officer's eyebrows rose as he viewed the items visible in her bag. He took her license and registration then walked back to his car. She waited tapping her fingers on the steering wheel in irritation. The cop came back to her car and leaned towards her window.
"Ms. Brennan I need you to step from the car," the office said briskly.
"First of it is Dr. Brennan and second of all why?" She said with a slight snarl in her voice.
"Please step from the vehicle Dr. Brennan," the officer said in a firm tone. Brennan opened the door with a sigh and stepped from the vehicle.
"Ma'm I would like you to take nine heel to toe steps down this line then turn and take nine heel to toe steps back," the officer requested.
"You are giving me a field sobriety test at 6:45 in the morning?" Brennan said with her mouth clenched and her eyes wide.
"Yes ma'm I am. So please proceed," the officer said firmly. Brennan sighed and did as the officer asked her.
"Now ma'm can you recite the alphabet, backwards," the officer said with a slight smirk. Brennan paused for a second then smirked.
"Z,Y,X,W,V,U,T,S,R,Q,P,O,N,M,L,K,J,I,H,G,F,E,D,C,B,A," she said in a clipped tone.
"Dr. Brennan you are under arrest for driving while under the influence. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right-"
"To an attorney and if I can't afford one, one will be appointed. I know the Miranda rights officer," Brennan snarled.
The officer handcuffed her and she frowned as she saw several vans parked nearby on the side of the road. The officer took Brennan's keys from the ignition, locked her vehicle, and then escorted her to the police car. She sat in the back a glare on her face when heard her phone ring.
"Officer, please let me answer my phone. It's probably my partner and he will get worried if I don't answer the phone," Brennan said calmly.
"I'm sorry ma'm I can't do that. You can use your one phone call to contact your partner if that is what you wish to do," the officer said firmly.
"I just might do that," Brennan said with a smirk.
Booth had gone to the Hoover and retrieved what he was working on for the day. He then headed to the Jeffersonian to see if Brennan could fix his back. He had his brace in the truck if she couldn't and he groaned at the thought of having to wear it again. He strode through the doors and flinched at the evil looks that were being tossed around. He dragged his hand down his face and looked around.
"They got to you guys too didn't they?" Booth asked with a loud groan. Hodgins, Angela, and Cam glared at him with their arms crossed over their chests.
"Well at least you didn't get any sleep either," Cam glowered at him.
"Where's Bones?" Booth asked with a groan.
"I do not know she has not shown up yet today," Angela said in a clipped tone.
Booth's eyes went wide and he strode to her office. Looking around he saw that her bag was not there. He flipped open his phone and hit speed dial one. The phone rang to voice mail and he started to pace. After pacing for another five minutes he called again and again it rang through to voice mail.
He gingerly sat down at her desk and flipped through her organizer looking to see if she had an appointment that she hadn't told him about. Seeing nothing he began to worry, when he was about to call to the Hoover to see if they had broken one of the rules and kidnapped her, his phone rang.
"Booth," he answered.
"Is this Seeley Booth?" A bored voice on the other line asked. Booth began to sweat this didn't feel right.
"Yes it is," he answered. There was silence then a shuffle then more silence.
"Booth," Brennan's voice said and he sighed.
"Bones where are you?" Booth said in an angry tone. He heard her sigh on the other end of the line.
"They've arrested me for driving while under the influence," Brennan said.
"WHAT?" Booth bellowed and everyone in the lab stopped to stare towards her office.
"Yeah I need you to bail me out. This is completely unjustified, you know I would never drink and drive. Or drink this early in the morning for that matter. I don't understand why I was stopped in the first place. Maybe we should call Caroline," Brennan paused as she heard a choked gasp behind her. Seeing the officer's face, she smirked.
"Can you come get me? Then I'll contact Caroline about this situation," Brennan said.
"No I'll Caroline, you stay put I'll be right there," Booth said with a frown. He picked up his jacket and headed for the door.
"Did you find out where Bren was Booth?" Angela called from the platform as Booth strode past.
"She was arrested for DUI this morning. I'm going to bail her out," Booth called out as he strode past leaving a stunned team behind him.
He flipped open his phone and made a call he didn't want to have to make ever again. Booth strode into the Metro police department with his interrogation face on. Glaring at the camera's he pointed and waggled his finger in a no no gesture.
He knew that the FBI had tapped the camera so they could watch this go down. Coming in behind him, he heard Caroline Julianne grumbling, she stopped abruptly to keep from running into Booth.
Brown looked at the camera and grinned. Booth was on to them. But what could he do. His mouth fell open as Caroline Julian walked in the door behind Booth.
"Oh shit," Brown muttered. Standing up he ran towards the bullpen.
"Charlie if you're here you had better hide. Caroline was just called down to Metro," he bellowed as he rounded the corner.
Brown saw Charlie's face go white as he jumped to his feet and ran for the elevators. Chuckling Brown turned back around and made his way back to the camera. He laughed as he watched the irritated Dr. Brennan pace in a cell with prostitutes and vagrants.
"Cheri what the hell is going on here?" She demanded with her arms crossed and her toe tapping.
"I'm not sure myself Caroline. All I know is that Bones has been arrested for DUI and we both know that's bull crap," he growled as he walked to the counter. Caroline set her brief case on the counter then scowled at the officer behind it. He took a step back and asked if he could help them.
"You sure can. You can give me the list of charges against Dr. Brennan," Caroline demanded in a loud tone. The officer looked at her then at Booth whose eyebrows lowered. The officer took another step back.
"And you would be?"
"Who do you think I am? Some people just got no sense at all, none," Caroline said with a nod of her head. Booth smirked then raised his eyebrow at the officer.
"Can I help you sir?" The officer asked him as he printed out the list of charges on Brennan.
"I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth. I'm here to bail Dr. Temperance Brennan out," Booth said with an evil grin.
"Before you go doing that Cheri give me a moment. I believe they are going to be letting her go after they buff her nails and polish her shoes," Caroline said with a frown.
"This report is incomplete. Why was she stopped in the first place? Why was she arrested when she passed all the sobriety tests?" Caroline spouted her questions. Booth's face grew dark at each question Caroline asked the officer. The office swallowed hard at the look on Booth's face.
"I uh uh let me get the arresting officer," the officer behind the counter stumbled back. Booth took a seat and Caroline sat next to him reading the print out.
"There is something fishy about this," Caroline grumbled.
"It's probably the guys from the bullpen screwing with us," Booth muttered.
"Excuse me Cherie?" Caroline asked her brow lowering in a frown. Booth sighed and then frowned.
"For April Fool's Day the guys took the screws from the back of my chair, when the back fell off I hurt my back. Bones came to fix my back, well the squints took offense pranked the guys in the bullpen. It started a war and I think this part of the paybacks. More than likely they tagged her as a DUI second offense," Booth grumbled.
"Do you mean to tell me that I've been dragged into one of ya'll stupid games? Oh no, I am not playing this anymore. I will help the good doctor this time since I am already here. But mind you, I'm not doing it again. You got that?" Caroline stood up and walked to the counter then banged on it. A different officer strode in and glared at Caroline across the counter.
"Um Officer Harrison I really wouldn't-" Booth was interrupted.
"What the hell are you doing in my station Agent Booth," the officer growled at him. Booth raised his eyebrow at the officer.
"Harrison I would suggest that you show a little respect. You know as well as I do that when Bones gets out of jail she WILL remember your name this time. Now stop and think, do you really think that it is a good thing?" Booth asked Harrison with a snide smirk. Harrison rolled his eyes and tossed the keys on the counter.
"Go let her out," he grumbled.
"When you talk to Charlie tell him I said that I am going to tell her exactly what happened here," Booth said with another smirk. Booth picked up the keys and walked back to the holding cell. Unlocking the door, he swung it open.
"Let's go Bones. You're outta here," Booth said. She stood up and he backed up a step as she walked by. He looked closer and ran his hand down his face. Slamming the door closed on the various other occupants.
"Bones wait up. What's wrong it's not on your permanent record or anything," Booth called out jogging to catch up to her. He almost slammed into the back of her; she turned on her heel and pointed upwards. Booth's eyes traveled from her clenched jaw up her arm to her pointed finger. Just past the pointed finger, Booth saw a TV.
Roberts stood in the bullpen watching the local news station flashing news updates. He watched the sobriety test and arrest of Dr. Temperance Brennan with a smirk. Laughing he left the bullpen and headed to his office. That'll teach those smart-ass squints to screw with them. Glancing at his watch, he grinned it wasn't even lunchtime yet.
On the TV Brennan was pointing to was her sobriety test and arrest. Booth sighed and ran his hand down his face.
"Let's go Bones. We need to get you back to the Jeffersonian before the press gets here," Booth said tugging on her arm.
Booth pulled her along and scanned out the doors. He pulled her out and down the street. They had just climbed into the Sequoia went the vehicle was surrounded by journalists. Brennan's jaw clenched and Booth hit the lights. The minutes the lights and siren came on the journalists stepped back.
Booth pulled through the journalist and took the long way to the Jeffersonian. Booth smiled, then pulled over and parked. Jumping out he walked off, leaving Brennan half-asleep in the truck. When he got back in he passed her a coffee cup and she smiled her thanks. They headed to the Jeffersonian.
"Bren there you are! What happened?" Angela called out when she spotted her friend.
"I got arrested for DUI. I'm not sure why they asked me to recite the alphabet backwards and I did it," she mumbled. Booth burst into laughter and Angela joined in with his laughing.
"Sweetie usually only drunk people attempt that one. If you're sober you realize you learned the alphabet in one direction," Angela explained.
"So you can't say your alphabet backwards?" Brennan looked at them in confusion.
"No Bones that's not normal," Booth said with a smile. Brennan shrugged her shoulders and walked off. The squints all walked to their respective offices to slump on their couches and nap.
Brennan strode into her office with the intention of getting some work done, she stopped suddenly with a gasp.
"I'm sorry Booth. Here let me fix your back," she said turning around. Booth turned his back to her and slightly lifted his arms. Brennan wrapped her arms around him and hooked them behind his neck. With a slight bend and twist, she heard his back pop into place. He sighed in relief at the easing of his pain.
"Thanks Bones," Booth grunted.
Brennan sat down at her desk and Booth flopped down on her couch. The quiet hum of the lab had the scientist falling asleep at their respective offices.
The blaring of the alarms on the platform made everyone jump and scramble to the platform. The guard swiped his card and looked around, shrugging at the scientist, he went back to his post. Booth sat back down on the couch in Brennan's office and picked up his pile of paper work.
A quiet curse slipped from his mouth as he realized he had inadvertently picked up the wrong paper work. Glancing at the folder he realized why, the guys apparently changed the manila folders around on his paper work. Groaning he stood up and grabbed his jacket.
"I have to go to the Hoover the guys screwed with my files," Booth said with a frown. Brennan looked up then glanced at her watch.
"Well it's almost lunch time so why don't I go with you and we can eat at the diner on the way back," Brennan suggested. Booth's eyebrow raised but he shrugged and gestured for her to go first.
"We're going to go grab my paper work then eat lunch at the diner," Booth called out as they walked across lab towards the door.
Fredericks grinned as the finish locking the mechanism down. He saw the elevator doors open and he quietly slid around the other side of the car, he froze when he saw Booth's eyes skitter his way. Skirting open areas, he slid to the back of the parking garage and slid out into the sun light. Walking calmly towards his vehicle he climbed in and drove off.
Booth and Brennan stepped off the elevator and Booth put his hand out to stop her. He had seen a movement from the corner of his eye. His eyes skated around the parking lot but he didn't see anything else. Putting his hand down he turned toward the Sequoia and unlocked the door. Brennan stopped on her side and raised her eyebrow.
"I thought I saw something," Booth said with a shrug.
They climbed into the vehicle and headed to the Hoover. They rode the elevator up in silence until they reached the floor where his office was located. The doors opened, Booth's mouth fell open, and his face turned red. Brennan's eyes bugged and she growled. Then lights flashed as pictures were taken from around the bullpen. Blinking to clear their eyes of the flash, they exited the elevator.
Brennan's eyes narrowed as she stomped towards the very large banner hanging from the ceiling. Printed on the banner was a picture of her straddling Booth when they were on the platform, it looked very sexual in nature. Glaring she scanned the room but all the agents in the bullpen seemed to be doing something as if nothing was going on.
Growling she snatched it down bringing some of the ceiling tiles with it. She rolled it up and tucked it under her arm. Booth ground his teeth and stalked to his office, flipping through his files he found the one he needed and snatched it up.
"Let's go Bones we have a pow wow to convene at lunch," Booth growled. Some of the agents in the bullpen flinched. Up until that point, they had not realized that Booth was not actively involved in the actual pranks. They had not realized that he was just an innocent bystander of sorts. Brennan smirked as she strolled to the elevator.
"You know Booth I wouldn't be worried too much. Because," she glanced at her watch "Caroline is due out of court in about ten minutes." A grin spread across Booth's face as he caught on to what she was saying. He looked around the bullpen and saw several agents go pale.
"Yeah well Bones I plan to get involved now so come on, chop chop," Booth said with a smirk. They left the Hoover and headed to the diner. When they arrived, the squints turned to stare, Angela's mouth quirked up at the corner.
"So was that as much fun to do as it was to watch. Because they just sent us emails with a picture of that banner," Angela smirked. Booth's face went red and Brennan's eyes narrowed. Sitting down Booth and Brennan placed their orders but said nothing else.
"Let me guess big guy, you're all in now aren't you?" Cam said with a smirk snatching a fry off Booth's plate after it arrived.
"Yep," Booth said smacking her hand then shooting a fake glare at Brennan when she filched a fry off his plate.
"Eat your salad Bones and leave my fries alone," Booth said with a teasing glint in his eyes.
"So what are we going to do?" The squints got down to business of planning.
Booth and Brennan were driving up to the Jeffersonian when he heard Brennan's strangled screech. Booth glanced at her and saw her staring out the windshield. Ducking his head a little, he saw the banners hanging next to the doors of the Jeffersonian banners advertising the newest museum exhibit. Booth hit the gas and pulled in next to Brennan's car. He jumped out and began to run towards the front of the Jeffersonian.
Brennan reached the sidewalk at the same time as the rest of the team turned the corner walking back from the diner. They gasped in unison and the entire team took off at a run. The banners showed various pictures of the scientist when they had fallen on the platform. One picture showed Angela's hand grasping Cam's leg in what looked like a compromising position with 'Medico-Legal lab reaches out a helping hand'.
One banner showed the pile of interns on top of Brennan and Booth, which looked like some type of strange orgy, underneath, were the words ' Your gun is digging into my hip'.
Of course, the banner with Brennan straddling Booth was on each side of the door and was the largest of the banners hanging with the word 'Scientific research at its best'.
Cam strode into the museum and spoke briefly with the guard who followed her back outside. He looked up at the banners and shook his head. Cam pointed and spoke heatedly; the guard shook his head then went back inside the building. Cam walked back to them with a frown on her face. Booth glanced at Brennan and sighed he saw the anger snapping from her eyes.
Jones was standing across the street laughing so hard he couldn't catch his breath. He began snapping pictures when the squints were running across the front of the museum. He continued to laugh and take pictures until he go funny looks until people began to gather around him to see why he was laughing.
"The guard is gathering janitors, ladders and hooks so we can take those down," Cam growled. It took the guard about five minutes. Booth heard the sound of faint laughter over his shoulder. Turning around his mouth fell open at the sight of a large group of people across the street from the museum. They were pointing, laughing, and taking pictures. He saw Jones standing in the middle taking pictures.
"Damn it," Booth muttered under his breath not wanting to alert the others. His eyes trained on Jones who waved and smiled when he realized he had been spotted.
The janitorial staff handed over the ladders and hooks then stood back to watch as the PHD's climb the ladders to rip down the banners. Leaving the hooks on the ground, Booth, Brennan, Hodgins and Cam climbed the ladders and ripped the banners down by hand. Tossing them on the ground, they carefully climbed down the ladders.
"Bonfire at my house tonight," Hodgins yelled as they rolled up the banners and stalked off toward the lab. As they rode the elevator up silence ruled.
"Oh my god," Cam gasped out as they stepped into the hallway around the lab. Every five feet there was a banner with a different picture hanging along the hallway. Nothing was done in the lab that day as every intern and scientist spent their day taking down the banners.
"I've had enough. I'm tired and I am going home," Brennan said in a voice that made her interns turn tail and run. Everyone decided to leave with her and followed her into the elevator. Everyone froze at their vehicles when they saw a truck loading up Angela's minivan onto the back of a tow truck.
"What the hell do you think you're doing," Angela screeched at the man. He handed her the tow order and just smiled as he continued to load her van onto the back of the truck.
"I do not have 174 unpaid parking tickets. I do not owe eight thousand dollars in fines," Angela screeched in anger.
"What in the hell? There is a boot on my car," Cam growled in rage. She stared at the boot on her tire and called the police to come remove it.
"Come on Ange, we'll follow and I'll get your van out of impound," Brennan said with a sigh.
Angela climbed into Brennan's car near the point of tears. Brennan drove to the police station to pay the tickets, however they could find no record of the tickets.
The spent three hours figuring everything out and the police released Angela's van from the impound lot. However, Brennan still had to pay the impound fee.
Paying the fee Brennan climbed into her car and Angela drove her van to Hodgins house then stumbled into the house completely exhausted.
Brennan drove to her apartment and almost burst into tears at the sight of the units still running around her block. She pulled into the garage then went up to her apartment. Sitting on her couch, she picked up her cell phone and hit speed dial 1. She heard the phone ring then an answer.
"What?" Booth answered the phone completely cranky from the entire day.
"Never mind," Brennan whispered and hung up the phone. Booth feeling like a complete ass quickly called her back. She answered right before it went to voice mail.
"Brennan," she said in a clearly irritated tone.
"Hey Bones, sorry about that I'm just a little cranky about today," Booth apologized to her in a quiet tone.
"They're still running Booth," Brennan said in an angry tone.
"Yeah I should have remembered it's a twenty-four hour run so they will be running until midnight," Booth explained then he heard her groan.
"Why don't you come over here and crash on the couch," Booth offered.
"Okay I'll be there in half an hour. We need to get a case soon," Brennan grumbled.
A/N Sorry about the infrequency of updates but this is the only story I haven't written out ahead of time. So it's not complete before I started posting. I write when my muse on the other story I'm working on takes a break =).
Reviews and ideas are awesome...
