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Chapter 10 - My Bones
Brennan paused and glared over her shoulder at the man.
"Special Agent Booth is where ever he chooses to be at this moment. Is there something I can help you with?" Brennan said, emphasizing the title and letting sarcasm slide into her voice.
"When I need to speak to a scientist then I'll ask for you," Reed said snidely. Brennan gracefully rose to her feet, holding a skull in her hand.
"He is my partner. So, whatever you tell him, he will tell me," Brennan said staunchly. Booth's body tensed as he saw the tension rising between the two. Reaching out quickly, Reed grabbed Brennan's arm. Brennan glanced at the skull in her hand and then at the hand on her arm.
"Take your hands off of me. I am not in the military. You have no right to touch me," Brennan growled.
"Where is Booth?" Reed growled, pushing his face in hers. Brennan scanned the area behind Reed, took a deep breath, then chuckled. Her posture became even stiffer as she tried to pull her arm from his grasp.
"He is on top of the Jeffersonian van. If I were you I would remove your hand from me," Brennan said. Booth saw her stiffen and pull at her arm. He was on his feet and had his rifle tucked into his shoulder and aimed at Reed. Reed turned around and looked up at him.
"Sergeant Reed, remove your hands from my Bones. Right, now," Booth barked. Techie's eyes shot to the top of the van and widened. Dang it, how long had Booth been up there? Letting go of Brennan, Reed stalked to the van and glared up at Booth. Booth relaxed and dropped his rifle when Reed released Brennan.
"Get down here now, Sergeant Major Booth," Reed barked. Booth sat down on the top of the van, his legs hanging over the edge, his rifle lying across his knees and chuckled darkly.
"First of all, Sergeant, even if I was still in the military, which I'm not, you would not have the authority to order me off this roof. I have rank on you. Second of all, it has been pointed out to me that I am a rebel and they are notorious for having authority issues," Booth said in a calm even tone.
"I need to speak with you," Reed growled at Booth.
"Then speak with me," Booth said smartly.
"In private," Reed barked getting more irritated.
"Let's get something straight here, Reed. I am not your subordinate. I do not work for you. I work with Bones. Your five-star general wanted her here. So, anything you say to me will pass through her ear. In fact her security clearance is higher than mine," Booth laughed. He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees.
"Oh and if you ever put your hands on her again, I'll shoot you and I can assure you that you WILL die. It's not a threat, it's a promise," Booth told him with a deadly gleam in his eyes.
Reed took a step back and ran into Techie who was standing behind him.
"Techie, I can see from here you're weapon is filthy. Toss it up here," Booth said.
Techie stepped to the left, unloaded the round and tossed his rifle up to Booth. Booth caught it in one hand and unloaded then tossed his own rifle down to Techie who caught the weapon with careful precision. Booth lovingly caressed the weapon, looking it over.
"Techie, this is horrible. You should always take care of your weapon. I taught you better than this," Booth chastised.
"Yeah, Sarge, kinda been walking around a big pile of rubble for two days," Techie said, rubbing the back of his head.
"You can use mine. Be gentle with her, she's touchy. Bring me your kit, I'm bored," Booth said in a flat tone. Techie's mouth lifted at the corners when he saw Reed go a little pale.
"Yes, sir," Techie said. Techie jogged off to the truck and returned carrying a case. He tossed the case up to Booth. Catching it, Booth set it down and scooted back from the edge.
"I still need to speak with you, Booth," Reed said between clenched teeth.
"So speak," Booth said calmly, as he ran his hands over the weapon.
Reed swallowed nervously as Booth's hands ran smoothly and familiarly over the rifle caressing it. Booth began disassembling the gun. He knew Reed was getting nervous and found it amusing.
"We need to start getting information but we have no idea where to start," Reed said in an irritated tone.
"Well, you're the best the Army has as an investigative unit. Where do you think we should start?" Booth said in a slow, calm voice that was really starting to creep Reed out.
"Booth, turn off the creep factor. You're making me nervous," Angela pouted from her chair. Booth shot her a charming grin but continued cleaning the weapon.
"Sergeant Reed, this is an intelligence building. I would find out who had entered and exited all day. Obtain any videos of the entrances and exits. Yes, I know the on-site video was destroyed but there is another copy somewhere on base," Booth said smoothly.
Reed nodded and backed up from the van. Doing an about face, he practically ran from the area. A slow, malevolent grin spread across Booth's face.
"Booth, you enjoyed that way too much," Brennan chastised from below him. Booth glanced down and gave her his charming grin.
"I know, baby, I know. I just don't like him," Booth said.
"Don't call me 'baby', in public. And you did not have a problem with him until he touched me," Brennan pointed out. Booth let another grin spread across his face that caused Angela to start giggling.
"We should have this finished in an hour," Brennan said, nodding her head towards the grid. All of the scientists were now in the last few blocks.
"Do you need me to call the lab and let them know we're coming back and to clear out the nonessential squinterns?"
Cocking her head thoughtfully, Brennan nodded a yes. Booth pulled out his phone and called the lab to make the appropriate arrangements. After hanging up the phone, he finished cleaning Techie's gun.
"Corporal, your weapon is clean," Booth called down to Techie. Techie walked over and Booth tossed his rifle down to him. Then Techie tossed Booth's rifle up to him.
"Thanks, Sarge. Oh, by the way, that was scary, very scary," Techie said.
"Good," Booth said. Leaning over, he pulled his case towards himself. He carefully packed the gun into its case, zipped it closed, stood up and picked up the case. Carrying the case in one hand, he made his way to the back of the van. Nimbly, he used the ladder on the back of the van to get down.
"Where to next, Sarge?" Techie asked from around the side of the van. Booth walked around and leaned on the corner.
"The lab," Booth replied after glancing at his watch.
"They're going to work more?" Techie said incredulously.
"Yep and ten to one says I'll have to drag Bones, kicking and screaming, from the lab," Booth said nonchalantly.
An hour later, Booth and Angela began packing up the items spread around the crime scene, the CID people helping. Angela stood in front of the door to the van stopping anyone from entering. She used a bin to take the items people were bringing.
"I swear, they are so anal about where things go in the van," Angela whined. Booth chuckled at her double entendre and walked over towards the last block where everyone was crouched.
"Bones, is there anything you need me to do?" Booth asked Brennan as he approached the square.
"I need you to call George and get authority to take that filing cabinet," Brennan said, pointing to the cabinet near the wall.
Brennan stood up, walked over to Booth and handed him her phone. Booth made the phone call and watched as the squints packed up the last of the evidence. He followed them as they went to the van. Standing on the bottom step, he blocked the door as he watched them put the evidence away in proper bins for transport.
After he finished the phone call, he flipped the phone closed and waited while Cam and Brennan discussed the evidence storage. Booth waited for the squints to load up into the van. Techie's unit loaded up into one truck and the CID team in another. Michelle and Sweets climbed into the SUV with Booth. The Jeffersonian van pulled out first, then Techie's truck followed by Booth and the last vehicle to leave was the CID truck. They pulled through the reporters surrounding the gate and made their way to the lab.
The van stayed in front of the trucks leading them around the back of the lab to the loading docks. Booth followed the trucks around to the docks. He got out of the SUV, walked to the doors, and punched in his code causing the bay doors to slide open. Cam pulled into the spot designated for the van. The security and CID teams jumped out of the truck and walked into the bay, leaving Legates and Oaks to park the trucks. Hitting a button, Booth stood waiting while the bay door slid closed.
Walking to the driver's side door of the truck, he told Legates to follow him to the parking garage. Booth got in the Sequoia and drove around to the parking level designated for the Medico-Legal lab. He swept his hand towards the area designated for the masses of employees that would not be here for the next week. Waiting, he watched as the trucks were pulled into spots that were visible in the security cameras but did not block them. Sweets and Michelle got out of the SUV and stood with Booth, watching as Legates and Oaks jumped from the drivers seats.
Turning, he opened his hatch and began pulling out the suitcases, knowing they weren't leaving anytime soon. Legates and Oaks grabbed as many bags as they could, leaving four for Booth and the others to carry. Booth swung a bag up on each shoulder and picked up the nondescript gray case. Sweets and Michelle each picked up one bag. The five headed for the elevator and stepped in.
"So, there is a section of this building that the lab is in?" Oaks asked Booth as he glanced at the ceiling of the elevator. Booth chuckled at Oaks assumption.
"No, this entire building is the laboratory," Booth corrected. Oaks mouth fell open and Legates began to laugh. The doors opened into the gray colored hallway. Booth stepped off and turned left, heading towards the lab doors.
"Evening, Booth," Micah said. He paused and raised one eyebrow at the gray case. Booth nodded and continued to walk.
"I thought the security was good here, Sarge," Legates growled at the casual greeting Micah had given Booth.
"It is. There are four guards that work night shift. There are twelve during the day. I know them all and I ran background checks on all of them," Booth said with a smile.
"Micah was an instructor at Fort Benning before he was sent to work at the 9-11 site. It would seem that he worked with both Bones and me. He taught my Night/Day Land Navigation classes. He worked with her at the Twin Towers while she was identifying victims. According to him, he was the only soldier she liked. She helped him to get a job here after he retired from the Army," Booth said briefly.
Legates chuckled at Booth's thoroughness. As they stepped in the doors of the lab, they came to a sudden halt. Reed stood in front of them, his arms crossed and a frown on his face.
"Where the hell were you three?" Reed growled at the men.
"We were parking the trucks. This building is also a storage facility for the Jeffersonian museum. Parking the trucks near the loading docks would interfere with them receiving their artifacts," Booth growled back.
"So, there will be people who have access to this lab while we're not here?" Reed asked incredulously, staring at Booth. Booth pushed past Reed heading towards Brennan's office. Reed turned around and stalked after him.
"No, Sergeant. No one else will have access to the lab. You may have noticed that you have to have a code to open the doors from the lab to the bay. When the lab is put on lock down like this, there are only six codes that open the doors to the building," Booth said between clenched teeth.
Booth dodged scientists as he made his way across the lab. Reaching Brennan's office, Booth pushed the door open. He dropped the bags and looked around. Brennan's messenger bag was on her chair and her lab coat was missing. Legates and Oaks dropped the bags they were carrying. Booth sorted the bags and set the bag with his and Brennan's clothes in it on the couch.
He pulled Clark's, Cam's and Michelle's bags from the pile and set them to the side. Grabbing the interns' bags, he carried them to the interns' locker room. He lined them up in front of their lockers. Reed continued to follow Booth around as he placed everyone's bags where they were available to them.
"Agent Booth," Reed shouted when Booth headed back to Brennan's office.
"Special Agent Booth," Daisy corrected as she bounced by. Booth raised one eyebrow at the chipper young woman. Daisy grinned at him, letting him know she didn't like Reed.
"What do you want Reed? You are interfering with me making sure my squints are able to do their work," Booth snapped, finally losing his temper with the sergeant. The lab had fallen silent at Booth's bark. They were used to an easy going Booth who kept his irritation in Brennan's office.
"First of all, Special Agent Booth, they are not your squints. They are mine. Second of all, this is my investigation, not yours. You will listen to me and follow my orders," Reed snarled back in his best drill sergeant voice. Booth let out a low, dark chuckle and stepped forward into Reed's personal space.
"As I have already said, I am not in the military anymore. You have no authority over me. These people," Booth swept his hand towards the platform, "are my family. They are MY squints, don't ever doubt that."
Reed's face turned red and he glared towards the platform where all of the scientists had stopped working to glare at him. One by one they stepped forward to the railing and crossed their arms in defiance.
"Now we are here at the request of General Carter. We are here because we are the best at what we do. Stay out of our way. If you need a place to set up a command post use lab two, it is currently empty," Booth said in a low tone.
Turning on his heel, he walked to the platform and swiped his card. He stepped up onto the platform and began scanning for security issues. Techie took a step up onto the bottom step and the alarms began to blare. Booth turned around and swiped his card. Techie followed Booth up onto the platform.
"Eight down here and two up there," Booth said pointing quickly up towards the catwalk.
"What about up there?" Techie asked Booth as he pointed to the huge glass ceiling. Booth grunted and walked to Hodgins platform station. Picking up the phone, he dialed security. He waited and spoke briefly to Micah and then hung up the phone.
"Glass is thin anyone who leans on it will break it. There is a dome that can be closed over the glass. I went ahead and told Micah to do that," Booth said.
As he spoke, the lab was slowly getting darker. Lights around the lab began to blink on automatically. Walking down the steps, Booth slid his card and went around the corner. He began flicking switches and the lights on the platform blinked on.
"Thanks, Booth," Wendell yelled across the platform. Booth surveyed the area from the floor; the platform was actually set up well from a security standpoint.
"The plants need to go," Techie said, pointing to the plants in the corner of the catwalks that ran around the top of the lab. Booth nodded and pointed to the lounge couches that were backed up to the railing.
"Those will have to be moved as well," Booth said. Turning Booth scanned the lab and his eyes fell on the janitor's closet.
A/N; Ooookkkaaay let's see...tomorrow we will have...Booth and Legates in the Janitors closet, playing in the goo, Agent picking (and no it's not like nose picking), more stupidity, phone calls, Booth may or may not shoot in the general direction of someones knee caps, a long night, couches, Campbell's qualifications, another Booth, someone else from MiM (care to guess who?), smucking, Booth trying to kill someone else (care to guess who? bet you'll be wrong), and someone from the distant past...
A/N2: Next chapter is going to be alot of fun! This is where the story starts to get interesting. Weird things start to come together but not without a little confusion first ;-). Grab your pens and notepads. You might need them to keep track of things from here on out lol. I know I did. Okay, and now I'm going to go get a doughnut, not that you really care but I thought I'd tell you anyway =)
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