CHAPTER 25: Parker
AN: My story is nearly complete, but I still have a few twists up my sleeve, so enjoy! R&R please!!!
Ps. This chapter is short, so I apologize, but it's just a filler chapter. The next one with be posted with in a couple of days.
Temperance was hunched over Hodgins, trying to determine the extent of his injury. It appeared that he had been hit with a blunt object, possibly a pipe, or a baseball bat. The fact that he was remained unconscious worried her.
"Yes, my son!" Booth yelled into his phone. "Are you people that incompetent that you don't notice when a Scientist and little boy are attacked?"
Temperance couldn't hear what the Jeffersonian's Chief of Security had said, but what ever it was did not appease Booth. He went on ranting at the man.
Trying to block out, not only the sound of Booth's shouts, but all the fear and anger he was feeling proved to be a difficult feat. But Temperance was sure, that if she could just concentrate hard enough, she'd be able to pick up on Parker. She felt faint traces of fear, from the boy, but at the moment, Booth's emotions were over powering any everything else.
Booth, I need you to leave. She finally told him, he paused his tirade long enough to give her a questioning look. Your emotions are to powerful, its getting in the way of anything I might find. Why don't you go yell at the guy in person. His office is right down the hall.
He gave her a brief nod, and headed for the door.
Maybe you should leave your gun. That earned her a half-hearted smile.
I'm not the one who shoots first and asks questions later. He teased weakly.
Once Booth gone, the air around her seemed less dense, and she could feel all different emotions lingering in the air. Fear, anger, excitement...
Drawing in a deep breath, she grasped Hodgins hand, and closed her eyes.
"Hey Buddy, you gotta see this." Hodgins said excitedly. Giving Parker a boost up, the boy looked into the microscope.
"Wow, what's that called?"
As Hodgins began to answer, the child went ghost white, staring at something over his shoulder. But before he could turn around, something came down hard, cracking him in the skull. His last thought before the world went black was, 'Please God, keep Parker safe.'
The first thing Temperance noticed as she came out of Hodgins mind, was the dampness around her eyes. She didn't even know when she had started crying. Seeing what had transpired through Hodgins eyes had been horrible. Temperance still heard the sick thud of something slamming into his head. And the fear on Parkers face...
"No!" The bag of takeout Angela was holding fell to the ground, as her hands came up to cover her mouth. Temperance was at her friends side in an instant, pulling the woman into a tight hug.
"It's okay Ange, he's alive. He'll be alright, I promise."
"You can't know that!" She sobbed.
"Sure I can." Temperance pulled back to look her in the eye. "I'm psychic."
Before Angela could answer the Medic's came in. The next hour went by in a blur. The men loaded Hodgins onto a Gurney, and Angela followed them out, holding Hodgins and and telling him she loved him. Temperance had to give a statement to the Cops, Booth came back in the room looking down right pissed. Finally, when the place emptied outTemperance collapsed onto the couch.
Did you get anything?
She shook her head. Not much, just some tidbits from Hodgins head. He didn't see his attacker though. Temperance paused, she didn't want to give Booth any false hope, but she had an idea.
What is it?
Her eyebrows shot up.
"I can feel you, Bones. You have an idea." It was the first time he spoke out loud since the room emptied. He sounded tired.
I though maybe I could get something from Parker off the microscope. He was looking at something when the attack happened.
He gave her a weak smile. It's worth a try.
Giving a brief nod, she got of the couch and walked over to the microscope. Closing her eyes, she focused all of her attention on Parker. Picturing him as she last saw him. His red shirt, tan overalls. She pictured him smiling, the way his brown eyes sparkled, looking so much like his father.
Holding his image, she reached out and grasped the microscope.
An instant later, her eyes flew open. "Son of a bitch!" She screamed.
"What?" Booth jumped to his feet.
Temperance barely noticed. "I can't believe it! How could he do this? What the HELL is going on!"
Grasping her by the shoulders, Booth gave her a gentle shake. "Who? Damn it Bones, talk to me. Did you see who took my son?"
Finally, their gazes clashed. "It was Michael."