Hiatus Challenge

by FaithinBones

Bonesology has challenged Bones fanfic writers to write 50 drabbles in fifty days providing a list of words that they want us to use. Each chapter will be a drabble since I'm supposed to write one every day for the next 50 days. I've decided to rate it T just to be safe.

25. Chapter 25

Thank you for supporting my story. I really appreciate it, especially after you read this little drabble. :0)

Day 25: Sun

Well, I'm half way through this challenge. I hope these have been entertaining.

I don't own Bones.

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The sun turning the surrounding air into a furnace, Booth wiped his brow with his forearm and stared at the open doorway across the street. The man he'd been searching for the last several days had finally been located and it was Booth's mission to bring him in for questioning. It was thought that Amjad had connections to the Taliban and his superiors wanted to question the man. His informant had told him that Amjad was planning to visit his cousin in the house across from the building next to him that afternoon and if they were patient they would finally have their man in custody.

Sweat slipping down his face, Booth wiped his forehead once more and wished that he'd never agreed to come to Afghanistan.

Their target finally making an appearance, Booth was stunned to see a woman he knew was a reporter for NBC approaching Amjad. Shaking his head he turned towards his companion to give him orders when gun fire erupted from above and to the left of where he was standing. Spying the reporter lying on the ground behind a small crate with her hands over her head, Booth cursed and motioned for his men to take out the sniper on the roof next door. While they rushed the building next door, he ran into the building behind him and up the stairs onto the roof. Spying the shooter, Booth aimed and dispatched the man to the heaven or hell that was waiting for him.

Looking down onto the street, Booth spied the blond reporter sit up and search the roofs until she spied him crouched near the front of the building. Smiling tentatively, she stood up, brushed off her clothes and walked across the street. Peering up at Booth, Hannah smiled, "Thank you."

Leaning over the edge of the roof, Booth smiled, "You're welcome. . . . I'll meet you downstairs." Racing down the stairs, Booth was soon in the street staring at the pretty reporter, "Did anyone ever tell you that your timing stinks?"

Amused, Hannah laughed, "All the time. I'm a slow learner."

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Okay, don't throw tomatoes. It's just where my muse went.