In the ensuing chaos of the riot, Booth lost sight of his partner.
"Bones, where are you?" His call was desperate and angry. When she didn't respond he grabbed one of the guards by the shirt sleeve to get his attention. "Where did Dr. Brennan go?"
"I'm sorry sir, but I didn't notice, in case you weren't aware we have sort of a situation here," the younger man looked disheveled, already thrown off his game by the rioting prisoners, the last thing he needed to deal with was an irate FBI agent.
"Don't be a smart ass or you'll have an even bigger situation on your hands, you understand me?
The guard nodded his head, realizing this wasn't a good time to pick a fight.
Booth and the guard took off in different directions, looking behind the closed doors of offices, in the restrooms, the kitchen, and around the scores of prisoners who were just beginning to calm down.
Booth spotted a light coming from beneath a door marked, "Janitor's Closet." He kept one hand on his gun as he slowly opened the door, surprised when he heard his partner's voice. "Bones, what are you doing in here?"
She was standing with one of the prisoners having what appeared to be a very deep conversation. As the man, a tall massive sized white man with a shaved head, saw Booth enter, he grabbed Brennan's wrist. This action caused Booth to tighten his grip on his Glock which in turn caused the prisoner to tighten his grip on Brennan's arm.
"We're just talking Booth, everything is fine, Philip has a lot to say and I find it very interesting, anthropologically at least."
"Why don't you tell your boyfriend to put his gun down Doc?"
"That's not going to happen. You step away from Dr. Brennan, Philip."
"What if I don't want to? We were having a nice chat, I haven't talked to a lady in years," Philip pulled Brennan in front of him, effectively creating a shield between himself and Booth's weapon.
"The lady doesn't want to chat anymore."
"I can speak for myself Booth."
"Bones, you are not helping," Booth said through gritted teeth.
"I'm already in here for life, go ahead and shoot me, huh? Nothing you can do to make things any worse."
Brennan squeezed her eyes shut against a contraction, hoping that Booth wouldn't notice.
He did. "Bones are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she tried to smile but Booth knew her too well. She was getting scared.
"You okay Doc?" Philip had a look of concern on his own face.
"No, she's not. Listen, just let her go, I need to get her to a hospital."
"I want to have the baby at home Booth. Besides, I'm not in labor," Brennan rushed the last of her sentence out just as another contraction caused her to bend double.
Caught off guard by the moan Brennan let out as the contraction seized her body Philip released his grip on her arm and put his own hands up in surrender. "I wasn't going to hurt her, I promise, but then you showed up with the gun and I didn't know what was going on."
"I don't believe you," Booth kept his gun trained on Philip even as he wrapped his other arm around Brennan to support her through another contraction. In the back of his mind he was thinking that they were coming way too close together.
"I believe you Philip."
"Bones," Booth looked at her in disbelief. "Okay, you know what, it doesn't matter."
As Booth began to lead her out of the room Philip shouted, "Hey, good luck Doc. That kid is lucky to have such a great Mom."
"Thank you Philip. Good luck to you too."
Confused, Booth asked, "What exactly did you two talk about Bones?"
"The anthropological effects of prison on the children of detainees. It is something I have experience with Booth."
"Okay, yeah, let's get out of here. I do not want my daughter to be born in jail."
