***This is a short chapter but trust me, the next one will be worth the wait..
After an hour of looking at files and getting nowhere, Brennan's phone rang.
"Brennan" Booth looked up as she answered, he could only hear her side of the conversation, but he understood someone had new information when she informed the caller that they would be down shortly. "The Dr. wants to talk to us." she told him as soon as she hung up.
They met up with him back in the room they performed the earlier test."Agent Booth, I believe we need to perform a more in depth test on your heart."
"Why, what's wrong? I thought his reading was normal.." Brennan was almost hysterical as the Dr. continued. "I believe that due to your training, not only as a soldier, but specifically your sniper training, you are more able to maintain a steady heartrate. I want to do a stress test on you. You will need to come to the hospital and we will .."
"No, that's not necessary," Jack spoke up, "we can find everything you need, here. I don't want any time wasted traveling back and forth here and there when we have everything here, somewhere, Just tell us what you need and we'll find it, set it up, and run the test here."
"Makes sense to me." Booth said as he scanned the crowd. Then he noticed someone walking towards them.."Zach?"
Brennan sprinted to hug Zach, never questioning how or why he was there, she already knew, they all knew. Jack told Zach that the results were in his office, waiting for him to prove once and for all, who the King of the Lab was. Brennan released her hold on him so he could go regain his throne. She had no doubt that if anyone could solve this puzzle, it would be Mr. Addy.
Jack, Cam, and Daisy had gathered the things the Dr. had listed and they were now ready to run more tests. Angela had woken when she heard Booth say Zach's name, so this time she got to see Booth without his shirt as they attached electrodes to his chest. "As an artist I have to say that, that.. (she pointed to Booth's chest) is a masterpiece. And as a woman, all I can say is..HOT DAMN!"
"Angela!" Several people yelled out in unisome. She blushed, "Damn hormones. I think I'm gonna go get some water."
The platform of the machine Booth was now hooked to was inclined almost half way when he too started having palpatations. Making no move to raise or lower the speed of the treadmil, nor the incline, the Dr. waited to see if it happened again. And it did. The results were now the same as Brennan's.
"It appears that both of you have developed an arrythmia and looking through your records, I see no evidence of it being pre-existing or heriditary, so..in my opinion, I would say the poison has brought this on." His words echoed the now quiet room as he unhooked Booth. "I would like to hang around if that's ok with you all. I would like to see the results that Jack and Mr. Addy are working with, even if I can't help them, it may be good to keep me around for a while longer. Just in case."
Booth put his shirt back on then slapped the man on the back, "The more the merrier Doc. But promise me one thing...If I were to collapse and need CPR, let one of the ladies do it." He laughed lightly then saw him coming at him with a needle. "What's this?"
"I'm going to give you both some Propranolol, it will reduce the workload on your heart, helping to prevent these episodes."
After recieving their shots, they headed back up to Brennan's office. They both plopped down on the couch then looked at each other. For two or three minutes they just stared into the eyes of the other, their fingertips barely grazing. "I'm going to make a list Bones." She sat up straighter as she listened. "All my funeral arrangements have already been made, but there are some things I want to add."
"Let's not talk about this Booth." She made a motion to stand but he grabbed her hand and she remained seated. "It's better to be prepared, just in case. You know like when you write a will, you're not planning on dying when you do it, it's something that will be used for when you eventually do die."
"OK, so let's write out these additions ." She stood and walked over to her desk pulling out paper for them and they sat down to start their amendments. With roughly 16 hours left to hope for a definate diagnosis and cure, they began to think about what their final requests would be.
**Sorry for any misspelled words, typos, and all that..but I wanted to post this chapter before I went to bed. Hope you're still following me :)
