ok, me again. Hopefully people liked the last chapter, and hopefully you'll like this one too.
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"See. This is why you should never get involved with someone you work with", Brennan said. Obviously this was her way of dealing with the shock. Angela and Cam ignored the comment, and pulled up his file.
"Tim Sullivan. 35. Career: Many – I won't list them all – including trained FBI Agent. I would never have thought Sully would do this, much less to you! He loved you." Cam said, skimming through the file.
"I know why." Cam stopped skimming. Angela looked up from staring at her hands. Brennan sat down next to Angela on the couch and sighed. "It's because I chose Booth."
"What do you mean, sweetie?" Angela asked.
"Sully asked me to sail away with him. I refused, and I believed it was because of my work. But speaking with Dr Wyatt, he said I stayed because of Booth. I didn't believe him, but now I think it's true. But Sully guessed from the beginning. He knew I had a thing for Booth, and couldn't leave him, no matter what the offer."
"But why attack you?" Angela asked.
"What do you mean?" Brennan asked.
"Well, last time I knew, when I broke up with a boyfriend he didn't try to kill me."
"I still don't have any theories of my, but Booth's easy. Booth ruined us. He broke us up – not on purpose, mind you, but it was silently because of him that we did. The only idea I can come up with for me is that I was in the apartment at the same time, and he didn't want me to see. It doesn't add up, as he could have just gone to Booth's apartment, but that's all I've got."
"Or" Cam interrupted. "You left Sully. He wanted you, so tried to scare you by capturing Booth, and he knew you would be scared if you saw Booth in danger. He could easily have blackmailed you. Then he had to play the part and shoot Booth, but he thought you recognized him, and was surprised when you knocked him out."
Brennan and Angela looked at each other. "That's good – let's go with that one. But we need to find evidence of that first."
"Well, I take that as a 'Go.'" Cam closed the file. "So let's go put the cat in the bag."
"I don't know what that means."
"It means let's go and catch him, sweetie," Angela said, struggling not to roll her eyes.
"Oh, well, let's go pull the cat out of the bag, then."
Cam stopped her. "No, put the cat in the bag."
"That's what I said."
Cam groaned then walked out of the room, the others following. They decided on the way to the parking lot to not tell Hodgins or Zack. They would just keep it between them.
To her excitement, they took her car, and let her drive. They started with the obvious – Sully's house. Thanks to Brennan, she knew exactly where that was. When they arrived, Cam and Brennan pulled out their guns.
Angela was annoyed. "How come now I never get the gun?! Where did you get them anyway?"
"Booth" they said simuntaniously.
"Hmm…." She murmured in annoyance. "Well, when he wakes up, I'm getting one."
If he wakes up, Brennan thought. She shook the thought out of her head.
They moved up to the door. Cam tried the handle. It was locked, which was not surprising. Cam stood back, preparing to kick it down. Brennan pushed in front of her.
"What the….?" Cam asked, thinking she was trying to block her.
She was way off the mark.
Brennan cocked her gun and shot the lock. She heard a snap! And the door swung inward.
"What?"
she asked when she saw them both look at her strangely. They shrugged, then moved forward. Brennan and Cam held their guns out, turning 360' spins and checking around each corner, similar to Booth. They split up into different rooms. Cam went into the kitchen.
"Clear!" she yelled, her voice echoing around the house.
Angela moved to the dining room. "Nothing!"
Brennan went to the living room. "Empty!"
She heard Cam move to the bedroom, then heard her sigh. "Guys, you better come here."
Brennan and Angela looked at each other through the opening that separated the different rooms. They walked quickly to the bedroom, or rather, Brennan ran and Angela followed.
They had been lucky.
There suspect was right there, in front of them, there for the taking.
Sully was lying spread-eagled on the bed, seemingly asleep.
Except for the fact that he was covered in blood.
*
Brennan was in the hospital for over 4 hours. After finding Sully, they had checked for a pulse, and after finding a very vague one, much to Brennan's unknown relief, they called 911, and waited for an ambulance to arrive. They followed in Brennan's car. For some reason, Brennan was relieved that Sully was still alive, even though he had hurt her, taken her prisoner, and shot her partner. She should have been furious, and wishing he was dead. But all she felt was relief. Maybe it was because they had a past. Maybe she just didn't like to see friends die. She didn't know.
At arriving at the hospital, they had to leave Sully to the medics in emergency care. To pass the time, they went to visit Booth, who, conveniently, was in the same hospital. He was still in a coma, and there was no new news. The nurse in charge of him said that he was stable, but was still under close observation for any sudden tremors.
Cam and Angela followed Brennan into the room. They stood at the door while she sat by the bed, watching his scarred face. Angela and Cam stood quietly and graciously. Brennan didn't take any notice of them. In fact, they even left for a few minutes to buy some flowers at the hospital gift shop, and she didn't notice. They brought some back for her, and she accepted them in silence, though they knew she was thankful. Brenan sat still, listening to the sound of his staggered breathing.
They were like this for well over ten minutes. Then Angela decided to break the ice. Her voice cracked the air as lightning does the sky.
"Well, I don't know how you guys fell, but I reckon Seeley here is looking very peaceful. We probably shouldn't disturb him with our loud voices any more."
Except for the fact that it was deathly quiet.
Out of the corner of her eye, Brennan saw Angela nod to Cam. Cam touched Brennan's arm. She looked at it. "You guys go. I'll catch up. I just need to……"
Angela gave her a hug. While doing it, she whispered in her ear. "Try talking to him. He'll love that. Have fun, sweetie."
Brennan heard the creak of the chair as Angela lifted her weight, then the footsteps padding on the floor, then it was silent again. Brennan was glad she was finally alone. She grasped his cold hand in her warm one, and she looked at him. Why on earth would she talk to someone in a coma? They couldn't hear her! It's as absurd as talking to a dead person. But Booth had once told her that it was a normal and loving thing to do – and Booth was normally right.
Brennan leaned over him and whispered to him. "Ok, well, I know it's stupid, but Angela said I should, and Angela's usually right." That wasn't the real reason but it was close.
"I miss you, Booth. Solving this case is harder without you. We need you to survive this, Booth. I need you to, and I know you will. You've survived so far, and that's been tough. Just fight, Booth. For me."
She was like this for at least ten minutes, whispering reassuring words into his ear. She knew it was stupid, yet she felt a strange sense of peace afterward. Finally, knowing she should check on Sully – and also hungry – she kissed him on the forehead, stroked his hair back and left the room.
But Brennan had been very, very wrong.
For Booth could hear her.
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