SORRY GUYS! I uploaded the wrong scene. Here's the right one.
Its a little short... BUT it sets up to something I know you'll all be happy about. No more dancing around, maybe?
Oh and I don't own Bones.
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Brennan was in her office going over her notes for a lecture she was giving at American University the following day. She'd done several guest lectures at numerous universities—but they always made her nervous. College students could be difficult; they always seemed far more interested in their phones than in her. It gave her horrible flash backs to high school when she'd have to give a presentation in class—back then she used to dumb herself down to keep her classmates from making fun of her. After she graduated, she promised to never lie about her intellect again. And she didn't.
With the appeals trial for the Gravedigger coming up, Caroline had put a cease on the Jeffersonian taking any new cases unit it was over. While Brennan knew that she could handle both a case and the Gravedigger trial, she accepted Caroline's reasoning. If Heater Taffet was found not guilty—all of their lives would be in danger. Despite the overwhelming evidence they had collected against her, the entire lab had been on edge.
Even with the unpleasantness of this situation—Brennan was grateful that things had been improving between her and Booth. After his drunken episode, Booth had become much more attentive of her; they were having drinks again and going to dinner. Brennan wasn't sure what had caused him to start acting this way—she thought maybe guilt—but she was grateful, especially with the Gravedigger case constantly on her mind.
At the moment Booth was involved in the transportation of Heather Taffett; she had wanted to come along but Booth had insisted that she stay back at the lab. Apparently he was worried about Taffett trying to mess with Brennan's head. It was ridiculous… but kinda sweet.
Cam rushed into Brennan's office causing Brennan to completely forget about the lecture notes she was making. She looked scared and distressed—these weren't usual qualities for Cam and it put terror into Brennan's mind.
"There's been a shooting down at the courthouse," Cam was completely out of breath.
Brennan raised and grabbed her keys. "A shooting? Was anyone hurt? What happened?" Her first thoughts went to Booth.
"I don't know. There was a live feed on the news and suddenly there was panic—I think Heather Taffett was shot but I don't know."
"Can I go?" Brennan was surprised she was asking Cam for permission—she planned on heading down there no matter the answer.
Cam paused, she wasn't sure but she knew Brennan was, "Go. Take your stuff. This looks like it will probably be a crime scene," Brennan had already gone out the door and was heading for the exit. Cam was trying to keep up. "Dr. Brennan, please be careful."
Brennan stopped and briefly turned to look at her. "I will be. Don't worry".
"Dr. Brennan…" Cam grabbed her arm as she was turning to leave. "I'm sure he's okay," Cam knew exactly where Brennan's mind was going.
Brennan nodded. She could have stood there and argued about how Cam couldn't be sure—but it was nice to hear.
As Brennan pulled out of the driving structure, she got another call from Cam. Booth was okay and the only casualty had been Taffett. Apparently there was very little left of her skull and Cam had done Brennan the favor of claiming it for the Jeffersonian.
It had been the most terrifying ten minutes for Brennan—not quite as bad as being buried alive or getting a call from the Gravedigger—but it was certainly up there. She started to tear up—a cathartic moment she hoped would end before she got to the crime scene. People didn't need to see her crying over Heather Taffett's brain bits—Brennan was actually pretty happy about that. No more would she have to live in fear that she or one of her friends would be taken by that monster. While she didn't condone vigilantism; the justice system was there for a reason—still she was a little thrilled.