So…I am still trying with this story…hoping it is good for yall.
Bones……still doesn't belong to me…so sad!!
Booth, 4:00 pm
Bang…bang…bang…bang…bang…bang…
Standing in the firing range, he couldn't hear what was going on around him. He didn't want to. He wanted to block everything out.
He thought that coming here he would be able to do something that he loved. He wanted to do something that would ease his anger. Normally coming here helped, but not today.
He had brought 2000 round with him, and he was already a quarter of the way through them. Only stopping to reload, he didn't want to give anyone the chance to come over to talk to him.
He knew that there was a viewing room, and he also knew that there was a crowd forming in there. He knew fellow agents were beginning to wonder who was in the range, firing off that many rounds.
He knew they were whispering as to who it might be, but only one or two knew that it was him. the only way they knew it was him, was by the target. They could tell by looking at it. He could hear them talking about the fact that there was a expert marksman in the range.
Every target that he had used had the same markings. They were all shot right in the heart. Every bullet had gone in the same spot; if only off by an inch or two.
Bang…bang…bang…bang…bang…bang…
Bang…bang…bang…bang…bang…bang…
He almost didn't notice an agent come into the room with him. he was surprised that someone had come in here. He had told the agent on duty that he wanted a range to himself.
"Agent Booth." Jumping when he was spoken to, not expecting it.
"Agent Jefferies. What can I do for you?"
"I was just wondering what you were doing." Booth shot him a stare.
"Meaning what, exactly, Jefferies?" He took a slow breath before answering.
"What I meant is, how are you doing? Normally the range doesn't see an agent come it with upwards of 2000 bullets."
What could he say to a fellow agent that would make sense? He couldn't tell him that he was imagining his boss as the target. He wouldn't tell him it was his partner that was driving him to act this way.
"I am just practicing. Always want to stay sharp."
At first it didn't look like Jefferies wanted to believe him, but then he nodded his head and left the range. Then he heard the door shut.
Bang…bang…bang…bang…bang…bang…
Bang…bang…bang…bang…bang…bang…
He just kept on shooting. He didn't stop. He couldn't stop.
A/N: How is it reading so far. Could you actually see Booth acting like this? Cuz I know that I could. Him being macho man, I could see him doing all these things just to prove to himself that he is 'the man'!!
COMMENTS ARE WELCOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!