heyyy so im posting this really really quickly b/c my friend is going to be here any minute to pick me up and drive me to a party. and the last chap is written, but its with my friends because i think i want to add to it.
also, im_just_peachy and nothings0irreversible are still amazing people who put up with me daily and read over this to make sure i havent fallen off the wagon with it. i didnt have time to read over it sooo bon apetit
After Vanessa ran from the café and got into her cab, she went to her office. She had bought a plane ticket that would take her to New York City at 4 AM the next morning, so she would pick up the bags and news report she printed off that she dropped off at her office and wait the remaining hours for boarding at the airport. She hoped that she would be able to be on the news reporting everything she found out as soon as possible.
Back at the lab, Booth had finally woken up and retrieved Brennan and were now discussing what to do next with Cam, Hodgins, Zack and Angela. Cam was currently whispering something to Hodgins while Brennan was speaking.
"We should just give all the information to the FBI. They can put out a warrant for her and she'll get caught. So Booth, you and I should drive over there with one of the bundles that Angela printed off. It's pretty much our only option."
"Yeah Bones, let's go." Booth wearily replied.
After Booth and Brennan left, Cam stepped out to go to the bathroom. In the bathroom however, she called every contact she had ever made in NYC with the phone she stole back while Angela was printing stuff off. Cam knew that Vanessa eventually had to get back to New York, so she wanted to make sure that when she did get there that she would be apprehended. Among her contacts, she had medical doctors, cops, people from different agencies, and a cop friend whom she knew to be an associate of a mafia. That particular mafia wasn't the extremely murderous type, just the type who owned a few illegal gambling places and may kill a few enemies from other mobs from time to time. They also had a deal with the cops, they wouldn't be arrested as long as they did nothing more than gambling and helped the cops out on occasion. It was a small mafia with only about 15 families and it was made up almost entirely of midgets. It was called the Mongoli Midget Mafia (the MMM), and Cam's friend became a known associate of them when someone was trying to kill them all off. The only reason she called the friend was because in Vanessa's reports, there was a small section about them from when one of the midget wrestlers was part of one of their families. Cam's mafia associate would notify the mafia boss of the potential leak in information and warn them to keep their eyes open for her. It would be assured that since that particular mafia would only kill enemies from other mafias that Vanessa would be in no serious danger.
When Cam came out of the bathroom, Angela and Hodgins were nowhere to be found. Cam rolled her eyes and hoped that this time, no one (security guards and herself included) would catch them doing whatever they were doing.
Angela and Hodgins were in a closet. Angela was on the floor while Hodgins was pressed up against the door. What were they doing, you ask? Angela was hacking into Vanessa's computer and laptop trying to erase all the data on it and Hodgins was listening for signals of someone entering the closet. Angela really hoped that Vanessa hadn't already printed off the information and Hodgins really hoped that no one would notice they were missing and think the worst or walk in on them and find out what they really were doing. Why did they have to choose the one closet without a lock?
Brennan and Booth were likewise in a closet. Only this time it was for completely different reasons then Angela and Hodgins. After they dropped the file off at the FBI building, they went over to Vanessa's DC office to try and find any sign to her whereabouts. While they were there, they ran into Vanessa's angry boss who immediately recognized Booth as Vanessa's (ex)boyfriend and decided that he didn't like Booth because he was basically the reason that Vanessa was leaving. So he came up behind Booth and Brennan and pushed them into the nearest open, automatic-lock-from-the-outside closet; which just so happened to be conveniently placed about 2 feet from where Brennan and Booth were at during the time of their attack. So now Booth was banging on the door threatening to shoot everything and everyone while Brennan was climbing shelves trying to get a cell signal so that she could call someone to come let them out. When she finally did get a signal, she first called Angela whose phone was off. Then, she called Hodgins who didn't answer. She couldn't call Zack since it was basically pointless considering he couldn't drive or pick a lock and she couldn't call Booth for blaringly obvious reasons, so she then called Cam who FINALLY picked up. But then, Brennan fell off the shelves. Miraculously, the phone was still intact and hadn't dropped the call so Brennan was able to explain her and Booth's predicament to Cam, who was now stifling her laughs. Brennan could not even imagine what was so hilarious about being locked in a closet. That was when Booth grabbed the phone and loudly insisted on whoever was on the other side of that call to come and get him and Brennan out that instant before snapping the phone shut, sliding Brennan to the far side of the room and shooting the door. The bullet barely went half an inch through the non-wooden door before stopping completely. "Stupid door," Booth muttered to himself before plopping down on the floor beside Brennan. "Sooo…what's up Bones?" Brennan just stared at him with a what-do-you-think-is-up look that Booth couldn't think of a reply to other than, "….Right."
Vanessa had stopped by her office and was now asleep in the terminal of the airport. While she was sleeping, a homeless person stole all of her money and credit cards. When she woke up at 3:50 almost late for boarding, she decided she could worry about it later and ran to catch her flight. Too bad she wasn't in time canceling her cards to stop the man from completely maxing them out. She really hoped she would make it big time with this report. She decided she would just forget all about her bad karma and re-rent her apartment, declare her office hers again, and turn in her report to her superiors. 9 hours later, she was in her boss' office discussing how she would be on the news the next morning giving the world a preview of her report. Life was good.
The next morning, Vanessa was in front of a camera giving a small beforehand speech on her report.
"Hello, my name is Vanessa Smith and for the last 4 months I've been collecting behind-the-scenes information on one of the top crime solving teams in the world. Later, I will tell you all about how they solve their cases, who all they have to interrogate to get to the truth, and very interesting 3rd party groups they have to deal with such as homeland security, dating sites, wedding stores, and *dramatic pause* the Mongoli Midget Mafia? All this and more coming right to you later on Fox New York!"
"And… off air. Vanessa, that was great, now head over to hair and makeup for your big debut!" said some producer dude. As Vanessa went over to her office to get some extra notes, she never noticed the little pitter-patter of several pairs of feet following her until it was too late. The next thing she knew, a midget wielding a bat who was on top of another midget's shoulders had knocked her out. More midgets silently ran up, took the papers that were her report, divided them up amongst themselves and shredded it while a few more dragged her out to their truck where an average sized man picked her up, put her in the F-450 truck bed, climbed into the drivers seat while all of the other people got in and then drove off. Two of Vanessa's assistants watched the whole thing, but they hated her and swore to each other that they would never tell a soul. That was the last time anyone other than Vanessa's midget prison guards and her primordial dwarfism mobster jail cell neighbors saw or heard of her. The jail cell was 5 ft wide by 5 feet long, and about 6 feet tall. If Vanessa had ever gotten out of there, she might say that she had learned a lesson about stealing confidential information and taking advantage of people. But she didn't, so no need to tell anyone that. She also never understood why any of the other gang people never talked to her. She figured it was a mafia thing; in reality they thought her voice was annoying and figured that if they didn't talk to her, she wouldn't try to talk.
She died in that jail cell a year after being placed there; a cat got into her jail cell and when she tried to get it away, it took a disliking to her and scratched her neck which resulted in her jugular vein being punctured. That cat was from then on treated with the utmost respect and was never angered again.
Is it too late to say WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH. ? oh well, im sure yall didnt mind. tell me if there are mistakes in here though, cuz then I'll repost it and make it better...etc.. kay, gtg.