He looked … well she couldn't quite place his look.
Which didn't sit well with her because even with all that she knew … the one thing she truly knew best … was him.
But as he sat across from her she couldn't put a name to the myriad of emotions that were crossing his face.
Disappointment.
Anger.
Resentment.
Fear.
Had she ever seen Seeley Booth truly afraid before? She searched the corners of her mind but came up empty .She hadn't. Not even the night before he sat out for his show down with Brodsky. The first night they'd spent together.
But Pelant wasn't Brodsky. He was more.
More evil.
More cunning.
More calculated.
And now he was more determined.
He killed without thought, without guilt, without any discernable shred of regard toward human life.
And they had no idea how to stop him.
He looked up and his sad eyes met her tear stained face.
She soothed the covers over their daughter one more time. Letting the baby sleep in the living room because somehow it felt safer.
She walked toward him and half crawled, half fell into his lap. Repeating her words from earlier. "Pelant doesn't want to kill me."
His voice was gruff, filled with a range of emotions that, like his expression, she couldn't even begin to name. "He does now."
He shifted her weight so that they were both sitting more comfortably and pulled her as tight to his side as he could, inhaling the scent of her shampoo as he rested his chin against her hair. "I almost got him. There was blood covering the inside of his windshield. He's pissed now. And he's going to come after us. And there's not a damn thing I can do to stop him."