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Chapter 10
"Brennan," she answered.
"Joy, How are you?" O'Riley replied.
Brennan tried to wave Booth down without changing the tone of her voice, but Booth was a pacer and had his back turned to her.
"You are quite beautiful when you've finished running. Did you know that?" he inquired, "I'm sure your FBI agent has told you that."
Booth finally turned back to a frantic Brennan. After understanding what the commotion was all about, Booth immediately called Davidson.
"You know that I run?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Now, now, Joy. It's not your turn to ask questions," he replied, "Did you finally get the attention of Agent Booth? Has he reported to Agent Davidson that I'm on the phone to you?"
"What makes you think that I'm with Agent Booth?" she questioned.
"Because I can see you. Just like I saw you last night. I must admit you look lovely in blue silk. I now understand why Agent Booth is so protective of you," he answered.
Booth could see the panic in her eyes, but to her credit she never lost her cool demeanor.
"Now Joy, I've got to go, but I'll be in touch. Oh yes, and tell dear ole dad I said hello," he said as the dial tone began to ring in her ear.
Snapping her phone shut, distress began to take over.
"What did he say?" Booth insisted as he placed both hands on her shoulders.
"He can see us," she replied
Wrecked with confusion, Booth gave her a questioning look.
"He could see me trying to get your attention while you were talking to Rebecca," she began her explanation, "At first I thought he was just making a lucky guess, but then…" Her voice trailed off.
"But then what!?" he asked impatiently.
"He said that he could see us last night," she stated.
"Yeah, Davidson was under the impression that we were being watched," Booth replied.
"No," she shook her head, "He said that I looked 'lovely in blue silk' and he understood why you were so protective of me."
Anger flashed across Booth's face.
"What else did he say," he asked through gritted teeth.
"He saw me come in from my run and he'll be in touch," she answered.
Booth snatched his phone opened.
"Davidson, it's Booth," he stated, "How well was this apartment checked?"
The rest of the phone conservation was heated between the two agents. The thought of being watched caused Brennan to become nervous. Anxious for Booth to finish his conservation, she paced about the apartment and then tapped her fingers on the coffee table after sitting down on the couch.
Once finished with his phone call, Booth joined her on the couch.
"I'll call Parker and cancel for today," he said patting her knee.
"No," she replied, "You go. I'll stay here. I won't put Parker's safety at risk, but I won't have you giving up time with your son for me either."
He started to argue, but she placed a hand firmly over his mouth.
"I mean it Booth!" she snapped, "I'll be fine. I promise I won't leave the apartment and if I need anything I call you and then Davidson. Deal?"
He didn't like this one little bit. He made a promise that he wouldn't leave her alone again.
"No, Bones!" he shouted. "No deal!"
"Fine," she huffed. "Then I'll leave and Parker can come over here."
"No!" he demanded. "You seem to have a hard time understanding that I won't leave you alone."
"And you," she interrupted, "seem to have a hard time understand that I won't let you break your sons heart because of me and my screwed up life!"
"Parker can come over here then," he negociated.
"No, I won't put his life in danger," she was firm.
"Temperance, what do you want me to do?" his frustration growing with every second.
"I want you to keep your promises to Parker, reguardless of me," she began. "I want you to trust me and believe that I'll call if anything happens. Because if you can't, then I'll simply leave despite what might happen."
Shaking his head in defeat, he answered, "One hour, Temperance! One hour!"
"One hour," she agreed.
Booth got dressed while Brennan took a shower. She could still hear O'Riley's voice and the words echoed in her ears. Not wanting Booth to know just how much O'Riley had gotten to her, she tried to act as calm as possible. Booth and Parker had been so excited about spending some time together and there was no way her problem was going to mess that up.
After showering, Brennan threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Walking out into the living room, she saw Booth standing near the window peering out the blinds.
"These are to stay shut, understand?" he ordered.
She nodded. She wanted to say 'What good will that do?' but she refrained knowing that now was not a good time to pick a fight. He finally turned around to look at her.
"Are you sure you're okay about this?" he asked for the millionth time.
Secretly he hoped she would say no, but he knew that would never happen. She was obsessed with him spending as much time with Parker that he could. Booth guessed that it radiated back from the lonely years of her childhood.
"Yes, I'm sure," she replied.
He walked over, placed his hands on her waist, and gazed into her eyes.
"One feeling, one unfamiliar sound, one anything, you call me, promise?" he pleaded.
Reaching up and placing her hand on his cheek, she responded,
"I promise."
He paused for a moment and she felt certain he would kiss her, but instead he turned letting his hands fall down her side. Taking a step back, he gave her a smile.
"Well, I'd better get going," he stated turning toward the door.
She followed him to the couch, but didn't procede any further. Resting her hand on the arm of the couch for support, she watched him open the door and disappear.
"It's just an hour," she said out loud.
Looking around the room for something to occupy her time, she noticed the large mess in the kitchen. Strolling with purpose to the kitchen, she felt certain that the mess would keep her busy for at least an hour. Turning on the radio, she found herself dancing and singing along as she piled the dishes along the counter. After loading the dishwasher, she filled the sink and began washing the more bundle some pots, pans, and dishes. Aerosmith's "Crazy" came pouring out of the speakers; she grabbed the largest spoon and gave her best rendition.
The ringing of her cell phone finally broke her attention. Slapping at the radio without success, she ran to the living room grabbing her phone. Still leery from the earlier phone call, she looked at the incoming number. Noticing Booth's number, she flicked the phone open.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Now that's a word I like hearing from you," he replied.
"What do you want?" she asked trying to mask her embarrassment.
He gave a little laugh and stated, "I was just calling to see if you were alright."
"I'm fine, really," she responded.
"Alright," he replied, "I'll probably call again."
"Booth, I told you that I'm fine," she stated, "Just enjoy your time with Parker and I'll see you in about a half hour."
She closed her phone before Booth could interject. That was why she didn't bother looking when the phone rang before she even placed it back on the table.
Brennan flipped the phone open.
"I'm fine," she laughed.
"Not for long," echoed the brutal voice.
Brennan froze as shock began pulsing through her body.
"What's the matter? Speechless?" he asked.
She knew she had to act and think quickly.
"What do you want?" she grumbled.
"My, my. Aren't we a grump," he stated.
"People like you always put me in a grumpy mood," she retorted.
"People like me!" he shouted, "I don't think you know me well enough to make a comment like that, but just wait, you will!"
With that the dial tone rang in Brennan's ear. She immediately called Booth.
"Booth," he answered.
"O'Riley just called," she stammered out.
"Dropping Parker off now. I'll be right there," he quickly stated.
After the abrupt call to Booth, she immediately dialed Davidson. The phone rang several times before being transferred to voice mail. She ended the call and redialed. She could hear the phone ring and then an echo. Then a loud pound filled the apartment. Her eyes darted at the door. She could see the doorknob being turned about and the door shuttered with every hit. That's when she realized the echo was coming from the hallway. Davidson was in the hallway! She slipped across the floor in sheer silence. Moving herself to peer through the peephole, she could see Davidson being held as a man kicked at the door.
"Come on, Dr. Brennan!" the man yelled.
She slid back toward the kitchen. Grabbing her phone, she dialed Booth again.
"Booth!" he shouted.
"Booth, it's me," she whispered, "He's got Davidson."
"Where are you?" he questioned in a worried tone.
Before she could answer, the pounding came again with much more force.
"Shit! Are they at the apartment?" worry and anger filled his voice.
"Yes," she replied her voice shaking.
"Hide, just hide! I'm almost there!" his voice unsteady, "I've got to call for backup."
Booth slammed the SUV into park and raced toward the building. Running up the stairs, he proceeded with caution as he reached his floor. Sliding around the corner gun drawn, he spotted O'Riley and Davidson. O'Riley turned toward Booth. Davidson was being held with O'Riley's gun shoved into his temple.
"Agent Booth!" shouted O'Riley, "So glad you could join us."
Booth's eyes shot to Davidson.
"Now, Agent Booth," continued O'Riley, "I suggest you put that gun of yours away," O'Riley pressed the gun harder against Davidson's temple.
Booth once again shot a glance at Davidson.
"Okay, okay, just calm down here," Booth pleaded as he bent down to drop his gun.
"Now kick it over here to me," O'Riley ordered.
Booth did as requested.
As the gun slid across the wooden hallway, O'Riley loosened his grip on Davidson.
Booth saw the whole scene play out in slow motion.
Davidson bent down, picked up the gun and aimed it at Booth.
Booth's eyes widened. His shocked expression could have been noticed miles away.
Cliffie anyone?