1Title: Swimmer in the Pool
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Disclaimer: I own nothing at all. I like Wilson Phillips, but I couldn't find a place to add it into my story, so pretend its there. I didn't want to drag it out.
Song of the Day:
I know this pain
Why do lock yourself up in these chains?
No one can change your life except for you
Don't ever let anyone step all over you
Just open your heart and your mind
Is it really fair to feel this way inside?
Chapter Six: Faith.
The twelve foot by nine foot by ten foot room was filling with water. What came to Booth's calves when they first entered the tank, now came to Brennan's thighs and rapidly getting higher. Booth took a deep trying to gain control of the situation, when he looked to Brennan, she had her eyes closed also and her cell phone in her hand.
"What do we do now?" She asked, her blue eyes meeting his darker brown ones.
"We be thankful that we can swim and hope that Hodgins understood you." He said, taking off his suit jacket and pulled off his tie. She stood there quietly, flashbacks from her last entrapment were coming back at record speed and she held her breath. Booth watched her, and placed his hands on her arms. "They will find us Bones."
She nodded and she looked away from him. "I once told Hodgins that faith was an irrational belief in something that is logically impossible." She whispered, leaning against the wall away from the rushing water. Booth was about to open his mouth, but Brennan began to speak again. "I had faith that you would find me and Hodgins. . ."
"Don't even say it, Bones. They know where we are, and they will find us." He said firmly.
She made eye contact with him. "About what I said earlier about that I didn't ask you to come down here with me. I take it back." She said in a quiet whisper, as if it was the hardest thing to say. "You could've been injured or dead."
He didn't know what to say to her confession, just watched her, as the water made it up her thighs, and if he did the math right-they would drown with in the half hour or suffocate because with the rising water, the oxygen level seemed to be dropping. "They will find us, Temperance." He said sincerely, completely understanding her fear.
The doctor shivered as the water met her waist. Instinctively Booth pulled her in to his arms as to keep her warm and she smiled weakly.
The speedometer reached over seventy before Hodgins was forced to slam on his breaks. Angela gasped, holding her hands out to brace for impact that never came. "Damn it, damn it, damn it." Cursed the entomologist.
When Angela opened her eyes, she cringed at the look on her fiancee's face. "We've broken at least thirteen laws." Said Zack from the backseat, sounding as if he had just ran a marathon.
"Well they're going to have to bill me." He snapped as the light changed back to green.
He pressed his foot to the floor and his small Italian car sped through the light.
Brennan shivered in his arms, causing Booth to hold her tighter. "I would give you my jacket, but if we have to start swimming, I don't want it to weigh you down." He whispered into her ear.
She chuckled slightly as her stomach was completely underwater.
He pulled back slightly and shot her a questioning look. "What's so funny?" He asked, a smile playing on his lips.
"Usually you are complaining about getting your suit ruined at this point." Brennan pointed out, looking at the coat floating next to them.
"Well my priorities have changed at the moment." He said, a weaker version of his charm smile on his face. "My cell phone is completely submerged, everything in my wallet has shriveled up and I'm standing here with my freezing partner with water up to my stomach, my jacket is the least of my worries." That brought a small smile on her face.
"I'll pay for the dry cleaning bill." She responded. "It was my fault we are in this mess."
"No, Bones. Its an on the job hazard that we were willing to take. Its no one's fault, but the person who put us down here."
"Persons, I don't think no one person could have lifted that manhole cover by themselves without us noticing. The pool manager had to use a crowbar and whatever else he used to help him move it." She said, cuddling closer to him.
Booth nodded, burying his face into her hair. "You smell like vanilla." He mumbled in to her ear. The sound of his voice was deep and it made her shiver and not from the cold water. The water was at his chest, just below her shoulder line. "We are going to have to start treading water soon."
"I know." She said as Booth lifted her up, so that the water was back at her chest but it wasn't long before it was at his neck. "Let me go Booth." He did as he was told and she began to move her arms and legs to keep her afloat as Booth attempted to do the same thing he went under. "Booth? Booth?"
When he came back up, he gasped. "My shoe is caught on something." He said, his nose up to the top, only lucky that the water was at his ears.
"Hold on, I'll free you." Brennan said, holding her breath before submerging under water. The cold water filled her ears as she opened her eyes and swimming down to the bottom as fast as she could. The offending shoelace was caught on a metal grate that stood laid on the bottom, Brennan pulled on it, but it wouldn't budge.
She surfaced to catch her breath. "Do you have a knife?" She asked, breathlessly.
"Pocket." He said, focusing on breathing.
Brennan held her breath and went back under, her hands went to his hips searching for the pocketknife, which turned to be in his left pocket, she reached inside and pulled it out. If it was any other time, it would've been extremely awkward, as Brennan willed the color from her cheeks.
Skillfully, she pulled out the blade and cut the laces to free him from the grate, taking longer than was to be expected. Brennan surfaced and Booth let go of the breath he was holding. "Thank god, Bones." His hand found its way to her cheek. "I was scared that. . ."
"I'm alright." She whispered, placing her hand on top of his. "What do we do now?"
His hand returned to its work on keeping him afloat, he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know." He looked at the covered hold, which was only two feet away. "What's your favorite color?"
"What does color have to do with anything?"She asked rasing her brow.
"Just trying to make conversation." He said, squinting to look at her for the first time since she had surfaced, her hair was dark and plastered down in a slight curl down her back, her makeup had washed away making her look beautiful.
She was silent before she spoke. "Hunter Green." She said after awhile. "Yours?"
"Blue."He said with a small smile.
Hodgins pulled into Arcadia Heights ten minutes after he left the Jeffersonian, when the normal drive took almost a half an hour. As he turned off his car, and the three of them climbed out, they were met by seven black FBI standard vans.
Before Zack, Angela and Hodgins could reach the door into the posh aquatic facility, they were stopped by Booth's boss, Sam Cullen. "Hodgins." He shouted, stopping the trio.
"We don't have time, Director." Spat the artist.
"They might have drowned, we need to hurry." Said Hodgins as the three ran away from the FBI.
Cullen ran to catch up with them. "You need backup, someone in there might be dangerous." Said the director.
Ignoring him, the doctor, the artist and the entomologist ran inside the building.
Brennan coughed forcefully and the water was only a foot away from the top of the tank and that worried Booth. "Are you ok?" He asked, reaching for her hand.
"Yes, swallowed some water." She said, looking at her watch which told her that they had been down there almost twenty minutes.
"How much longer do you think we have?" Booth questioned, starting to fear the worst was about to happen.
"I'm not sure." Came her response, she too was feeling that their time was nearing its end. She was quiet and her eyes drifted away. "Booth."
The silences was broken by filling water when Booth spoke. "Yeah." She was quiet, as if to find her words. "Temperance?"
"I know it's the wrong thing to say, but I'm glad you're here with me." She said in a small voice, she turned her body around so that she wasn't making eye contact with him.
He turned her around to make eye contact with her. "Temperance, there is no place I would want to be than here with you. I went crazy when the Gravedigger got you, I couldn't live without you."
The moisture came to her eyes as the tears came down her face, mixing with the chlorine water. Booth took her face in his hands, his powerful legs were holding him up without problem, and wiped the tears from her cheeks and kissing her on the cheek softly.
Her eyes fluttered closed as the space between the water and the top began to get closer.
The trio ran pass the reception desk without saying a word to the receptionist who stared deer-eyed at them as they run passed her. They stopped at the first pool looking around for any sign of the pair. Screams from excited children was all that had caught their attention.
"Didn't Booth say the body was found in the lap pool backwash system?"Asked Zack, Hodgins nodded and walked into the first lap pool taking note of the large Staff sign of the maroon door.
"Back there." Said Angela as they ran to the door and pushed it opened.
The lifeguards who were sitting in what looked to be a break room jumped, startled by the unexpected guest. "We are looking for the pump room." Said Hodgins, standing up to full height. The young fifteen year old girl, pointed to the next maroon door. Nodding, they ran into the room.
The unfamiliar machines in the room startled the artist, with eyes wide they noticed a man laying on the ground. She walked to him and felt for his pulse. "He has a pulse." She said, standing up to full height. "What is a backwash tank?"
Hodgins shook his head negative, that he didn't know. They walked further down the room when a desk came into view. "That doesn't belong there." He said, it was in the middle of the floor and didn't have anything on it. Hodgins came closer and caught sight of the manhole cover. "They must be down there, Zack go find a crowbar."
"Temperance, I want you to know before. . ." He said, as he tried to gasp for air. "I love you."
She responded in a very un-Brennan like response. "I love you too, Booth." The water went over their head.
Zack came back with a crowbar and the two of them pried the manhole cover off of the hole. Falling to their knees, Hodgins grabbed Booth by the collar and both men pulled him out. Immediately as Booths head came to the surface, he started to cough forcefully. "Temperance." Came his voice in panic.
They pulled the agent out and laid him on the side, Hodgins reached in and grabbed her by the arm. "I got her." He said, pulling her out and laying her next to her partner.
The silence that came from her startled Booth, who sat up and looked her over. Shaking her gently, he gained no response. "Temperance. Go get help." He shouted at Zack, who immediately obeyed, Angela cried out as she watched helplessly.
He tilted her head back and began to listen for her breath, which was absent. Booth pressed his mouth to hers, placing the much needed oxygen back into her system.
The rescue breaths had worked and she began to cough.
"Thank god." Came Hodgins voice from behind, which wasn't heard by the pair.
Brennan stared weakly at Booth and a small smile came to her face. "That wasn't . . . what I imagined our. . . first kiss to be." She whispered breathlessly, Angela squeaked softly from behind and Hodgins smiled.
Booth only chuckled. "Let me see if I can fix that." He whispered back as he leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was slow and pent up with passion as if the world was crashing around them, in reality the FBI came in all guns and glory, followed by the paramedics and media, and went unnoticed by the couple.
Breaking apart left both of them disappointed, the team of paramedics began their work. Booth was off the hook, and Brennan was being loaded onto the stretcher. As they wheeled her off to the ambulance the four stood by her side, Booth holding one hand and Angela held the other. "Thanks you guys." She rasped. "I knew you would find us."
Hodgins hand replaced Angela's, as an unspoken bond between them from when the Gravedigger had them. "You, Doctor Brennan, had faith in us." He said with a playful smile, awaiting for her to argue it as she did last time.
"Yes, Doctor Hodgins, I had faith that you would find me." She said before they loaded her, and Booth at her side, into the ambulance and shut the door, leaving the three of them to watch them pull away.