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Chapter 7
Two weeks have already passed since Booth left. Brennan drove to his apartment every few days. While he was gone, he had asked her to take care of a few matters. So she watered his plants, got the mail and paid his bills. First she cleaned up a little bit, rinsed dishes, washed his dirty laundry and got his suits from the dry cleaning. Booth also asked her to buy a Christmas gift for Parker. Brennan liked it to take care of these general matters, this distracted her at least some time from her gloomy thoughts. -
At the beginning Booth`s aftershave still hung in the air but it passed quickly. Several times she went into his bathroom where she had found another full bottle in order to smell at it. So she had at least something that reminded her of him in the cold empty apartment. At the onset she has been very furious that he hadn`t awoke her and left without saying goodbye. She would have been able to kill him for this. But her anger had passed with the time and made room for a heavy sadness in her
heart. -
Often she lay on his bed and pressed the pillow on which he had lain against herself. Sometimes she cried bitter tears in it. Her fear never to see Booth again was tremendous. But she would never admit this to the others. Always been a master in suppressing, she would also hide her true feelings this time as she done it before. But a certain Seeley Booth had brought confusion into her sorted life. With much energy and endurance he'd tore down her self-built walls and filtered down to her. At the moment her walls were previously higher than before. Unfairly she blamed him because he had gone. Brennan banished the thoughts from her mind, but they would torment her the whole night. -
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The camp was a relatively small one, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, the next bigger city approximately 35 miles away but they had everything what was necessary to guarantee a life in the desert: housings for the teams, community facilities, sanitary facilities, kitchen, base hospital, command-headquarters…The fenced exposed area was additionally secured with barbed wire, with several guards patrolling day and night. -
At the beginning Booth was eyed suspiciously, they probably considered him one of the usual civilians. No one actually knew what he was here to do here. Finally they got used to his presence. Booth was happier with this as then nobody knew what he was doing here. At the moment his task was to study the files of the recruits very precisely as well as to observe the soldiers with their shooting-practices so that he could make a choice. Ultimately he'd selected 15 soldiers who had the capability to be a sniper, no one of them were older than 21. Beside the ability to learn marksmanship, a sniper should bring additional abilities, namely to be particularly stress resistant, well balanced, patient and intelligent. These abilities are required because they are mostly shift for themselves in the line of duty. They had to be able to make decisions, to adjust to new situations and to analyse numerous information. -
The small group of the chosen ones, met to a conference in the command-headquarters. "You probably wonder why you are invited here." the commander began. Booth`s glimpse ran over the small exquisite group, he was also curiously looked up and down. Especially the female soldiers scrutinized him in every detail which didn't confuse him in the slightest. -
The commander introduced him: "That is Staff Sergeant Booth." The agent looked daggers at him. "Eh…I mean, Special Agent Seeley Booth of the FBI." he immediately improved himself. "We are delighted to advise you that you were selected. Agent Booth will train you in the next weeks to be snipers." "To be Killers", Booth bitter improved in thoughts, "they are still almost children and I shall make emotionless killers of them." The commander continued: "It has turned out after scrutinizing examination, that you are the best. You have all the necessary makings and skills for it. Do you have any questions?" -
A hand rose. Booth thought: "Of course, Marisa Mendez, whoever else?" She always wants to know everything exactly. Just 18 years old, tall, slim, black long hair, woven to a braid. A hot blooded beauty of South American descent, with measurements of a top model as he had determined with trained eyes. What had caused her, to decide an assignment to such an inhospitable place." he wondered. Mendez was the best shooter of the small group and also had all the other makings what the profile of a sniper provided. –
"Sir, I would not like to appear disrespectfully, but why are we trained by an agent of the FBI?" she inquired. Her question sounded in Booth`s ears more like: Didn`t you found something better than a FBI agent? "Agent Booth is still one of our best snipers, even if he now works for the FBI. He possesses leadership-qualities, brings along the necessary military education and experience and knows the area. That predestines him for your training. I am convinced that you will work well together." The commander answered the question. What of course he withheld them was the fact that Booth actual task was to render a few objects harmlessly. –
"Did this answer your question, Mendez?" "Yes Sir, of course." Mendez said. "Any more questions? No? We will begin with the training tomorrow. You will learn more precise details. Don`t forget, although Agent Booth is admittedly no longer with the military, nevertheless he is your superior and you have to obey his instructions and commands. Did you understand that?" "Sir, yes, Sir." the troop answered unanimously. The FBI Agent contorted his eyes that could become cheerfully. He was never a proponent of this whole "Yes, Sir-No, Sir. -
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Since Booth was away, Bones spent even more time in the laboratory than she would have otherwise. She was the first in the morning and left the institute as the last in the evening. In order not to have to think she worked so long she almost felt asleep in standing. Therefore she spent mostly of her nights in the Jeffersonian on the uncomfortable sofa in her office. When she finally felt asleep she was often bothered by nightmares. Restlessly she rolled from one side to the other. Again and again she saw in her dreams that Booth was killed in different ways. She missed him with an intensity that became a physical ache. Next day she was frequently provoked and indignant. Exhausted in mind, body and spirit, she looked pale and tired. Everyone in her team worried about her. –
Brennan sat at her desk, when Angela like a whirlwind stormed in and blustered: "Sweetie you must stop with it!" "With what?" replied Brennan sharper as intended. Blaming Angela countered: "Have you recently seen in the mirror? You hardly sleep and eat irregular. You have lost weight and I don't mean it as a compliment. Do you think that Booth would approve what you are doing here? You kill yourself at this rate. Do yourself a favour and…" "Ange, please!" Brennan saw into the eyes of her best friend, she recognized real worry in it. Nevertheless she blocked Angela: "Booth is not here so why should I be interested in what he would approve of or not. I have to take care of important work. – And I would not like to talk about it." With this she settled the issue. The artist resigned her shoulders and went back to her office with a hanging her head. –
Later when Dr. Sweets entered the platform and approached Brennan, she did not give him a chance to speak. "Dr. Sweets, I don't believe that you have a place in here. If you need somebody to analyzing, then look for somebody else, the Jeffersonian is big enough. There are definitely a few people that would like to call for your help. I would not like to talk about it, haven`t I sufficiently clearly expressed myself? Do you not understand English anymore?" she called angry. Even as Cam wanted to prohibit her working for so long hours, she wasn`t much impressed. –
Soon they allocated Brennan a new agent, who should represent Booth. Agent Groener was the exactly opposite of Booth. Small, stocky and much older with thin blond hair. His hamster cheeks and the watery blue eyes with the bags under the eyes, let him always look like one of the dogs, Brennan didn`t exactly occur. That she was difficult in the contact with other people, each of her team knew but now she was even much more difficult. –
Of course agent Groener questioned each of her statements. He did not get along with the science. He did not care about it. Groener also queried the results of the squint squad and wanted it explained down to the last cent. The anthropologist wasn`t allowed to go field work with him, just like she was accustomed with Booth. She took vengeance on him by giving him no identification for the Jeffersonian and let him look like an idiot at each opportunity with her razor sharp mind and her exceptional intelligence. -
Just in this moment they yelled to each other. Brennan standing on the platform bawled from up down on the small agent and vice versa. "Dr. Brennan, I doubt this is the cause of death, because there are indications…" the agent threw in. "If you are questioning our results, then look for somebody else to work with. Agent Booth would…" Brennan was interrupted by Groener. "Continuously I hear from your superman Booth, I am not Agent Booth…", was Groener`s indignant answer. "I don`t know what that means and I am not blind, I can see you are not Agent Booth. You don't measure up to his shoulders and furthermore you remind me of any dog breed." Brennan snarled from above. -
The promise she had given to Booth, she couldn`t hold under these circumstances. He would understand it. Sure, Booth had also been sceptical at the start but he accepted the results of his squint squad and in particular respected her team. Brennan burnt up Groener and he drove her up the wall. It was due to Cam and above all Angela, that they didn`t mutually tore apart themselves. -
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