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"Bones let's go." Booth announced as he walked into his wife's office. It had been three months since their honeymoon and things have been relatively normal. People were still murdering other people so they were always busy at work. They haven't heard from Brent so Parker was safe. Bones still wasn't pregnant but she wasn't worried. She knew that it could take up to a year to conceive after going off of the pill but it was slightly frustrating considering that she had gotten pregnant once while she was on the pill. Every month that went by without a pregnancy Booth just told her that it was another excuse to keep practicing, which they did, a lot.
"Where are we going?" She said rubbing her eyes.
"Mark Johnson's alibi fell through. He is being brought in for questioning." Finally, a break in the case. The remains of a well-liked high school teacher had been found two weeks ago and the case had been at a standstill after three days when their primary suspect, Mark Johnson, had an alibi.
"What happened?" She asked grabbing her purse.
"Andrea Knox recanted after the punishment for lying to a federal officer was thoroughly explained in excruciating detail."
"What about her dad? He hasn't let you near her."
"Dad may have been otherwise occupied." Booth said with smug look on his face.
"Seeley Booth what did you do?"
"Bones, I have no idea what you are talking about." He flashed her his signature grin, placed his hand on the small of her back and led her out of the lab.
Fifteen minutes later they were walking into the interrogation room at the Hoover building. Mark Johnson looked so damn cocky sitting in there Booth wanted to punch the cockiness right out of him.
"Mark thanks for joining us. You remember my partner, Dr. Brennan-Booth."
"What am I doing here? I have an alibi for the day that Mrs. Noland died." He said smugly.
"You see Mark, you can't always count on am alibi when it's a lie."
"I…I…don't know what you're talking about."
"Your friend Andrea admitted that the alibi was a lie." Bones said.
"She wouldn't have done that."
"So are you admitting it was a lie?" She challenged.
"Uh…no…of course not."
"He's nervous Booth. Can you see the beads of sweat on his forehead? He has been folding and unfolding that piece of paper. And look at his foot; he has been tapping it since we walked in. These are all classic nervous tics."
"I think that they are all classic signs of someone getting BUSTED." Booth slammed his hands down on the table, causing Mark to jump and got right up in his face. "Now I know that you killed Anna Noland." He placed pictures of Anna and her family on the table in front of him. "What I don't know is why? Why did you take his wife, their mother away from them?" Mark shrank back from Booth who was being very intimidating right now.
"The bitch gave me a B on my term paper." Mark shouted and Booth was stunned into silence.
"A B as in a letter grade?" Bones said
"Yes. That paper deserved an A not a damn B." Booth finally snapped back to reality.
"You killed a mother of two young children over a grade?" He asked incredulously.
"A B would have ruined any chance that I had to get into Harvard."
"That's not necessarily true. I got a B once and I got into the best schools." Booth had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing.
"What happened when you got your bad grade?"
"Booth a B is not a bad grade."
"Bones." She glared at him. "So what happened?"
"I begged her to read it again and change the grade but she refused."
"So what did you do?"
"I pushed her and she hit her head."
"Actually she hit one of her cervical vertebrae that is what caused her death." Bones supplied.
"Why didn't you call 911?" Booth asked.
"An arrest would have also killed my Harvard dream so I disposed of her body." Mark explained.
"Because a murder charge looks so much better on the application. Stand up." Mark complied. "Mark Johnson you are under arrest for the murder of Anna Noland. You have the right to remain silent…" As Booth read Mark rights Bones slipped out into the hall. Five minutes later, Mark was being led out by Booth. "Here take him." Booth instructed one of his agents. They didn't speak until they were alone.
"Bones when did you ever get a B in school?"
"I believe that I was in second grade. I think I may have colored outside of the lines in art class." Booth let out a big belly laugh. "It's not funny Booth. I was so upset with that grade." He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. "Booth we are at work."
"No one is around." He gently kissed her. "I'm going to get started on the paperwork for this loser. If I get started now I may make it home before dinner."
"I would like that so I'll get Parker from school."
"Thanks babe. He'll be thrilled."
"Don't call me babe." He kissed her again and patted her butt as she walked towards the door, "Love you."
"Love you too."
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Around seven o'clock that night Booth had finally finished the paperwork. Besides the fact the Cullen had pulled him into a meeting for a few hours, the paperwork took longer then he expected. He was starving and couldn't wait to get home. He had just shrugged on his suit jacket when his cell phone buzzed letting him know that he had a text message. He grinned as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He figured it was Bones or Parker checking in on him but the message was not from them
Do u know where ur wife and son are?
Booth quickly wrote down the number that the message came from then he called Bones' cell phone. After five rings it went to voicemail. He disconnected and tried again but he yielded the same results. "Dammit." He muttered. He stormed out of his office and threw the number on Charlie's desk.
"Trace this number now can call me as soon as you have an answer." Booth didn't wait for a response. He was dialing their home number, which rang and rang until his voice came on the line via their answering machine. "God Dammit. Son of a bitch." He then called Rebecca's cell phone hoping that Bones' and Parker were with her but he just got her voicemail. In a last ditch effort, he called the lab and he was told that she had left hours ago. Before he could call her cell again his rang.
"Booth." He barked.
"Sir, it's Charlie. I traced that number like you asked."
"And?" He said impatiently.
"The number belongs to a Brent Thompson"
"Put me through to Cullen."
"Yes sir." While he waited on hold a feeling on dread came over him. This was all his fault again. Over the past seven months they didn't hear from Brent so he let guard down. He thought that his family was safe but he was wrong.
"Booth what's going on?" Cullen asked.
"I think Brent has Bones and Parker."
"What happened?"
"I got a text and Charlie traced it Brent's cell."
"What did the message say?"
"It asked me if I knew where my wife and son are. I can't get a hold of Bones. I'm on my way home now."
"I'll get some agents to meet you there. Have you responded to his message?"
"No sir. As soon as Charlie gave me the trace information he put me through to you.."
"Give me five minutes to get the number from Charlie and set up a trace on Brent's cell and reactivate the trace on your phone. I'll call you when it's done."
"Yes sir."
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Bones sat on the floor with Parker on her lap, his head buried in her chest. She was running his fingers through his blond curls. He hasn't made a sound since Rebecca was shot. She continued to stare at Brent who was pacing around the apartment muttering to himself and occasionally yelling at Rebecca's lifeless body. He was losing control and Bones didn't know how ling it would be until he snapped, killing her and Parker.
Tonight was supposed to be a celebration not a night of kidnapping and death. If only she wouldn't of gotten out of the car, if only she would have been more aware of her surroundings then Parker wouldn't of had to watch his mother die. This wasn't supposed to happen.
When she went to pick Parker up from school she got out of the car and went inside of the school because Parker's teacher needed to talk to her because someone was talking to much in class. That must have been when Brent snuck into her car. She didn't see him until he popped up from behind the back seat and pointed a gun at Parker. He demanded that she drive over to Rebecca's. She refused at first but when he cocked the gun against Parker's head she did as she was asked. When Rebecca let them in all hell broke loose. He started screaming at Rebecca for leaving him and taking his son away. When he didn't like her answers he shot her, in front of Parker. Bones tried to shield him but she didn't see it coming and she wasn't fast enough and Parker saw everything.
"It's a shame that Seeley doesn't want to play my little game. It would have been much more fun to see his reaction when I kill you and take my son back." Brent said
"He has been trying to call me and Rebecca. If you would let me answer my phone, Booth could play your game."
"It's more fun if he calls me back." He stared at Parker. "What's wrong with him?"
"What do you think is wrong with him? You shot his mother."
"It's her fault. She shouldn't have left me." Brent's phone rang. "Oh goody. Now the fun begins." Brent answered his phone. "Hey Seeley. How the hell are you?"
"Where are they?" Booth barked into the phone.
"What are you talking about?"
"Bones and Parker, where are they?"
"They are here with me. We are having a lovely old time."
"Are they alive?"
"Sure they are."
"Prove it. Let me talk to them."
"Oh all right then. If it will help you feel better." He put the phone on speaker and handed it to Bones.
"Booth."
"Oh thank God. Bones are you okay?'
"Yes…yes…I'm fine." Tears sprung to her eyes for the first time since she was kidnapped.
"Parker, is he okay?"
"Physically yes."
"Physically? What the hell does that mean Bones?" There was panic in his voice.
"Enough." Bent grabbed the phone away from Bones. "Are you happy? Your bitch wife and my son are fine."
"What the hell do you want Brent?"
"I thought that I would be a nice guy and allow you to say goodbye to Parker and your wife."
"Where are you taking them?"
"Depending on what you believe Dr. Brennan will be going to heaven or hell and if I tell you where I'm taking my son it won't be a surprise."
"Parker is my son and you are not taking him anywhere."
"You stupid FBI agent. Parker is my son now. Granted it will be hard to raise him without his mother in the picture anymore."
"Where's Rebecca?"
"Heaven, Hell?" Who the hell knows or cares." Brent replied nonchalantly.
"Bastard." Booth said between clenched teeth.
"No name calling. You have one hour to find us and say your goodbyes. Come alone. If I see any of your cronies, bye bye Dr. Brennan. One more thing no weapons either. If I see a gun, mine will go off and I can't guarantee who I will hit. See you in an hour Agent. Booth." Brent looked at Bones with an evil smile.
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As soon as Brent disconnected the call Booth took a deep breath to calm his pounding heart and then called Cullen.
"Did you get the trace?" Booth asked as soon as Cullen came on the line.
"The cell tower that it bounced off of is in a four block radius between Orchard and Maple Street. Does that mean anything to you?"
"Rebecca's apartment is on Maple." Booth hit his siren, did a u-turn and sped towards Rebecca's apartment.
"We will have a team meet you there."
"NO." Booth shouted. "Sorry sir, but Brent said that if he saw anyone besides me he would kill Bones and Parker."
"Do you think that he would?"
"I believe from what he said that he has already killed Rebecca." Booth said softly.
"I'm not letting you go in without backup. They will park a block away then once you are safely inside the apartment they will approach."
"If you insist sir."
"I do."
Booth arrived at Rebecca's apartment fifteen minutes later. He removed his gun from his holster and put it in the glove box. He kept his gun that was holstered at his ankle. He figured that Brent wasn't smart enough to think that he would carry another gun. Before he got out of the truck, he sent up a quick prayer that his family was safe.
He ran up the stairs two at a time, his heart racing the entire time. He knocked on the door and it was opened right away. Before letting him in, he patted Booth down.
"Seeley, come on in." Brent said opening the door so he could step through. His eyes first focused on Rebecca who was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. He knew she was dead. There was too much blood for her to be alive. He then sought out and found Bones and Parker on the floor together. Her blue eyes told him that they were both okay and his eyes told her that he had a gun attached to his ankle.
"Can I talk to them?"
"Sure go ahead. Might as well get the sappy goodbyes out of the way." Booth slowly walked over to them.
"Are you okay?" He whispered softly.
"Yeah but Parker's not."
"Hey bub, daddy's here." Booth touched his arm and he tensed up and clung tighter to Bones.
"He saw what happened to Rebecca." Booth sucked in a breath.
"Parker, it will be okay. I promise." He scooted closer to Bones who discretely reached under his pants and grabbed his gun and shoved it under her legs. "I'll fix this."
"Time's up."
"So what's your plan now Brent? Kill me, Bones, and take Parker away like nothing ever happened? Do you really think that would be possible? You will be on the FBI's most wanted list for kidnapping and murder of three people, one of them being a federal agent. You won't be able to hide Brent and Parker got away from you once and he will do it again."
"You don't know anything."
"I do know that Parker loves me because I am his father not you. He will never love you Brent. Don't you get that? I am his father, not you."
"No." Brent shouted. "Parker is my son. Not yours. Do you hear me Seeley? Parker is mine."
"Then why does he have my last name and not yours?" Booth challenged.
"SHUT UP!" Brent screamed as he charged at Booth. He quickly knocked Booth to the ground. They rolled around and wrestled for the gun, which felt like forever to Bones, who sat in the corner holding Parker as tightly as she could, covering his ears and just watched helplessly. Before she could react thirty seconds after they fell to the floor a gunshot rang out in the apartment.
"BOOTH." Bones screamed. Brent pulled himself off of the floor, but Booth lay there not moving and blood poured out of his abdomen. Brent pointed and cocked the gun at Bones and walked over to her. Without hesitating she pulled out the gun she had hidden shot him right through the chest.
As soon as Brent fell to the ground, the door was kicked open and Cullen rushed in followed by six other agents and paramedics. He directed the paramedics to Booth and he went over to Bones.
"Dr. Brennan are you okay?" Cullen asked as he pulled the gun out of her shaking hand.
"Booth's been shot." She cried. "He..he…he's bleeding so much."
"He's getting taken care of." The paramedics were loading Booth onto the stretcher.
"Is he…?" Cullen looked over at the paramedics who nodded encouragingly.
"He's alive. Are you and Parker okay?"
"I shot Brent."
"I know and I know that you had no choice. Let the paramedics check you and Parker out."
"We are fine. I need to be with Booth." She struggled to stand up but couldn't with a seven year old clinging to her. "Parker, sweetie I need to get up." She gently released his arms from around her neck and stood. As soon as she broke physical contact with him, he started screaming. Bones quickly stood up and picked him back up and his screams subsided. She looked at Cullen, her eyes full of worry. "He saw what he did to Rebecca."
Let's get you guys to the hospital." Bones nodded in agreement.
"Parker, close your eyes real tight for me. Can you do that?" He never answered her. He just buried his face in the crook of her neck so Brennan took that as a yes and she hurried out of the apartment, past the man who had tormented them, past the lifeless form of the mother of the little boy in her arms and past the pool of her husband's blood.
She arrived at the hospital fifteen minutes after Booth via the ambulance that Cullen insisted that she and Parker ride in. She rushed into the hospital, Parker still clinging to her. She knew that he was traumatized and needed treatment that he would receive as soon as she knew something about Booth.
"My husband Seeley Booth was just brought in with a gunshot wound to his abdomen." The nurse typed his name into the computer.
"He is on his way to surgery."
"I want to speak with his physician."
"I'll page him." A minute later the doctor showed up.
"Mrs. Booth?"
"I'm right here. How is my husband?"
"He has lost a lot of blood and he is on his way to surgery. I won't know the extent of the damage until I open him up. Do you know his blood type?"
"AB positive."
"Thank you. I'll make sure that you are kept informed." With that being said the doctor walked away.
Once the doctor walked away and she and Parker were alone she found a chair and the events of the past five hours came to the surface and she broke down and cried. She cried for the loss of a friend, she cried for Parker who lost his mother and she cried for the man that she loved who was fighting for his life in surgery, for the man that she may never see alive again. She held tightly to the boy in her arms and sobbed.
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