Hacker never got to finish her name, as Jack watched the stone cold expression of hate on Booth's face transform to white hot fury.
"You're too LATE!" Booth snarled.
Booth was on Hacker before Hacker even saw him coming.
"IF YOU HAD COME WHEN I SAID SHE'D BE SAFE!"
Booth had Hacker by the lapels and was shaking him like rag doll. Several of the agents that came in with Hacker,all of whom knew Booth, and some who even knew him as a personal friend, had drawn their guns instinctively at Booth's sudden display of unbridled fury towards Hacker.
"Booth...I'm sorry, I was wrong to ignore your warning...I just didn't realize...I'm sorry..." Not fear of Booth, , but anguish was plain on Hacker's face. He knew he had messed up and had put someone special to all of them in mortal danger.
Booth, lips drawn back from his teeth in anger, his face an inch from Hackers, could be seen making a visible effort to control himself.
Panting, Booth slowly drew back ,and let go of Hacker, smoothed down a lapel, patted him on the chest , and still looking him in the eye, said, " I know Hacker...I know...its bad luck, that's all."
Jack and the rest looked on as a series of emotions briefly ran their way across Booth's features, fading fury, anger and fear, helplessness...then...he stood straight and took a breath.
Booth seized control of himself , and his face settled into a grim, determined, and deadly looking expression. One that Jack thought would strike more fear into whoever did this than anything that had been on Booth's face in the last few minutes if they saw it. And Jack had no doubts, knowing Booth, they'd see it all right...it might be the LAST thing they see...
Booth took a final deep Breath...then turned back to Hacker
"Hacker, take the security tapes back to the office and see if you can ID any of the men on it. They didn't have their faces covered, so there's a chance our facial recognition software will help there, if they're on any of our databases. Also take a close look at that van, and see if there's any numbers or markings that might show up on it that might give us a lead." .
Booth looked over at Hodgins.
"Jack, I want you to check that first envelope, and here's another. Call in Wendell and anyone else you might need. Check those inside and out with everything you have , hopefully there's a fingerprint or particulate that will help us out. Anything. Do it right Jack...miss nothing."
Hacker spoke up , and said, "Booth, what the hell do you think you're doing? First of all, I'm the senior officer here, you don't just start ordering me around! Second, you're way too close personally to take the lead of this case on, or to be on it at all, frankly! . Thirdly, , until we have proof that this is more than just a local matter, the FBI doesn't have jurisdiction here, its a case for the local authorities. Fourthly..."
Hacker hesitated when Booth swung his grim gaze back on him. Booth didn't say a word, just looked...
"F...fourthly...we'll get right on this..." Hacker gathered the tapes and left.
Booth leaned over the desk, looking down at the blank monitors again...one arm braced on the desk,seemingly holding him upright, the other was balled up in a big tight fist, and Booth was gnawing at a knuckle.
"What are you going to do now Booth?" Jack asked.
Booth slowly turned and looked at Jack, was quiet for a moment, then said, "I'm going to do whatever it takes Jack. I'm going to do what I do as an FBI agent, and I'm probably going to do some things I did as a soldier, some things I haven't done for a long, long time. Probably some highly illegal and painful things. But one thing you can count on...I'm going to do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING to get Bones back safely."
Booth suddenly stood upright, and said, "Get on those Jack. Call me the second you find anything." Then he turned and strode out of the Jeffersonian.