Hi all! I managed to get some writing done so I hope you enjoy this! :)
Chapter 6
George Washington University Hospital, Tuesday at 3:00 pm
Booth sat near the near the nurses' desk, anxious to hear any news about his partner. He'd been looked at by the paramedics on the scene and they managed to clean him up and assess what kind of treatment he needed. They had been adamant about sending him to another hospital since his injuries were no where near life threatening but he'd pulled out his FBI badge and promised to have them all arrested if they refused to let him go to GWU with Brennan.
He'd seen what the paramedics had to deal with as they tried to stop the bleeding in Brennan's side. She had passed in and out of consciousness during the ride, partially due to her head injury and the loss of blood. Booth couldn't get the picture out of his head. Blood oozing from a wound he once again couldn't prevent. Visions of when Brennan had been shot by the psycho Bernard Mantelli flashed in front him.
"Sir, Dr. Brennan is out of surgery," a nurse came over to him. He silently thanked her for the interruption and for the good news.
"How is she?" He asked.
"Well the doctors said she was very lucky. The piece of metal didn't go in as deep as they thought and just missed the baby," at the last words, Booth's eyes went wide. Did she just say what he thought she said? The look on the nurse's face upon seeing the reaction made her regret saying anything. She didn't know about their relationship and had just assumed he was her next of kin since he'd forced his way onto the ambulance.
"When can I see her?" The FBI agent wanted to know.
"Right now; she may still be out from the surgery but she should come around soon," the nurse smiled and he thanked her before heading over to the room that she had pointed out down the hall. Booth couldn't believe that Brennan had neglected to tell him the news and hearing it from the emergency room nurse wasn't exactly the way he'd wanted to find out. Although they had begun to talk in the SUV and she was probably going to tell him before the accident.
Entering the room, he saw that Brennan's eyes were still closed and he sat down in the seat next to her. His mind was trying to process his thoughts when he heard her stir.
"Seeley," his name came barely above a whisper but he quickly turned to her.
"I'm right here," her partner promised her.
"What happened?" she wondered as her voice became stronger and everything around her came more into focus.
"We were in a car accident, you just came out of surgery," Booth told her.
"How bad is it?" Brennan asked. Her partner smiled and said,
"You're going to be fine but I have to admit I was a little surprised when I talked to the nurse."
"Why? What did she say?" The forensic anthropologist tensed up. He was about to answer her when Angela came into the room.
"Oh sweetie, I got here as soon as I could. I had to let your dad know," she explained.
"Why does he have to know?" Brennan asked, upset that her father had been talked to. They were still not talking despite the way things had later developed and it looked as though he'd be cleared of the charges.
"He's your father and I'm not getting into that argument again with you. Now I'm going to talk with the doctors and see how long you have to be here," her friend was upset by her behavior and left the room.
"That wasn't very nice, you know. Angela was trying to do the right thing," Booth said. Brennan tried to heave a sigh but soon realized that that wasn't such a good idea. She winced and her partner took her hand.
"Take it easy, little breaths. You don't want to pull your stitches," he smiled at her. She smiled slightly and took a look into his chocolate eyes. There was something in them that made it obvious he was holding back about something.
"What did the nurse tell you?" Brennan got right to the point.
"Temperance, you're pregnant. You're making me a daddy again," Booth smiled. He wasn't sure how she was going to react. She had stated her feelings early on about not having children but after spending time with Parker… His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his partner sobbing.
"What's wrong?" The FBI agent asked, slightly afraid of the answer he might get as he took her hand in his.
"I was trying to tell you in the car but I didn't know how to say it and then we got in the accident and I…" she didn't finish.
"Are you unhappy?" He wondered.
"Yes," came the one word reply. This answer made Booth grow sad. After everything we've been through and how much I thought we loved each other and she…
"I went to the doctor's the other day when I said I was having lunch with Angela. He told me they would run some tests and get back to me. I had been trying to discuss this with Angela as to what the best approach to tell you would be. Now I haven't heard back from the doctor yet but it's obvious that that doesn't matter anymore," Brennan had begun to ramble a bit.
"So you're happy about being pregnant?" He gave her a confused look as he wiped some of her tears away.
"Yes I'm happy about being pregnant. I'm unhappy about not being the one to tell you," she looked a little disappointed.
"After spending so much time with Parker and enjoying almost every minute of it, I found myself in a quandary. But I realized how much I love you and I know you wanted to have more children, so this seemed to be…" she would have finished had her lips not been occupied at the moment. Booth had stood up and leaned over, pressing his lips to hers. When they parted, she looked at him. His face was slightly bruised and butterfly bandages covered the cut in his forehead but the love in his eyes was unmistakable. A knock on the door interrupted their moment and both turned their attention to the person standing there.
"Agent Booth can I have a word?" It was Cullen.
"Yes, sir," the agent gave Brennan a nod and then headed out into the hallway. Angela slipped into the room as he left.
"I know your partner just got out of surgery but I need you to focus on what occurred this afternoon. We've towed what was left of your vehicle back to the lab and they're examining it right now. Was there something you did out of the ordinary this morning?" His boss asked.
"No, I drove to the Jeffersonian after Bones called me with some evidence that Zach had discovered. Then Angela gave us an ID and we went to the department in which our vic worked. We searched his desk and found seven bullets from the magazine of the weapon that killed the victim. When we returned to her office, there were two U.S. Marshals there. We talked to them and then headed to Nathan Quick's apartment," Booth explained.
"I received a call from the Marshals and they appraised me of the situation. I told them of your accident and they have surveillance on the apartment," Cullen said.
"So they think the brakes were tampered with," the G-man nodded.
"Yes. If someone got to the victim despite being in Witness Protection it wouldn't be much of a leap to tamper with the brakes of your SUV," his superior made the suggestion.
"Makes sense; is the lab checking out the security tapes in the Jeffersonian's parking garage?" Booth wanted to know.
"As we speak a lab tech is watching them and trying to pick some thing. Meantime I'm giving both you and Dr. Brennan a security detail," the Deputy Director told him fully expecting him to object.
"Bones will be here for at least a few days, so I don't see the harm in posting guards outside the door but when she gets out of here, she won't go for it," her partner shook his head.
"We'll deal with that when it comes. Now as for you…" this time Booth didn't let his boss finish.
"I'm going to spend the night with Bones. She's a little shook up and I know she's going to fight me about the police being outside the door,"
"Understandable but what about tomorrow?" Cullen hoped his was getting through to his agent.
"You'll put protection outside my apartment whether I want some or not, right?" Booth smirked.
"You got that right," Cullen smiled. The agent nodded and then left his boss to head into Brennan's room to explain everything.
To Be Continued…