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Disclaimer- I am not the lucky guy who owns Bones. In fact, I'm not a guy at all!
Chapter 6
As Booth walked into the Jeffersonian, Cam was running out of it. She Smacked into his solid form and teetered before Booth caught her arm to steady her.
"Whoa, where's the fire Camille?"
"It's Michelle," she said in a strained and worried voice. "She's been in a car accident." Booth's eyes widened and he dropped her arm as the worry settled in.
"Well, is she okay?" Booth asked. Cam shrugged.
"They took her to Washington Hospital Center. Tell Brennan, Angela, and Hodgins that I will not be returning today. I'll text you any updates. See-ya Seeley." And with that, Dr. Camille Saroyan continued to run toward her car.
Booth, on the other hand rushed into the Jeffersonian while saying a silent prayer for Michelle. Nodding to the guards, Booth slid his key card and hopped up onto the platform. He made his way into Angela's office and was relieved to find that the whole gang was there. Angela working on her computer, Hodgins standing behind her massaging her neck, and his Brennan laid across the couch with her eyes closed (Booth was entirely shocked that she was resting). They all turned as he entered the room, and when he began to speak, Brennan's eyes snapped open.
While telling them about Michelle's accident, and that Cam wouldn't be back today, he found himself pacing the room and tossing one of Angela's knickknacks in the air before catching it again.
Brennan heaved herself off of the couch, and walked over to Booth. He stopped his pacing only when she planted herself directly in his path. Taking Angela's knickknack from his hands, she placed it gently back on the table before wrapping her arms around him. Returning the hug, Booth pulled her in closer, closing his eyes and savoring the moment before sighing and letting her go again. Booth's phone chirped and all eyes fell on him as he flipped it open and read the message. He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, and relief flooded through him.
"She's gonna be fine," he announced to the room. "Nothing fatal, though she did break her arm."
Hours later Booth and Brennan sat in the principal's office of Stuart-Hobson Middle School. The man behind the desk sat in a large wheeled chair. He was tall and thin, with a blond receding hairline and a matching blond mustache.
"What can I do for you?" he asked them. All he really wanted to do was go home and celebrate his daughter's thirteenth birthday.
"We came here to inform you that we have positively identified the victim as one of your students. Bridget Avery, age thirteen, grade eight." The Principal listened to Brennan speak, all the while thinking about whether he was going to break the news to his daughter on her birthday, or wait until the day after. Leaning over, he rested his head in his hands.
"Sir, we're going to need a list of all of Bridget's teachers," Agent Booth from the FBI told him. He simply nodded, and pressed the intercom button on his office phone. "Wendy, can you please pull up Bridget Parker's schedule and bring it in to the FBI?" There came no answer, but less than a minute later the door swung in and a plump woman that looked to be in her early fifties bustled in, and handed Booth the schedule. Booth nodded to the lady, and stood up, cuing Brennan that it was time to go.
Walking into the lab, Brennan let go of Booth's hand, making him roll his eyes. He would be surprised if the people living two states over didn't know about him and Bones. But he knew that Brennan preferred to be professional, and he didn't bring it up. Brennan slid her badge through the scanner and walked up the steps, stopping at the top. The world around her began to spin, and she could hardly think. She felt consciousness slowly escaper her, and the last thing she felt was the sensation of falling backward.
