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Running into Brennan's office, Hodgins grabbed her arm and pulled her up from her chair, "Hurry, Dr. B . . . Booth is on the news. We were watching the news in Angela's office and . . ."

Pulling her arm from his grasp, Brennan rushed past him, out of her office and quickly made her way to Angela's office. Barging through the door, she ran to the back of the office to find Angela and Cam staring at the large screen.

Her gaze now on the screen, Brennan spotted Booth standing in a parking lot, roughly five feet from the main entrance of what looked like a bank. Nervous, she licked her bottom lip and shook her head.

Angela moved over to where Brennan was standing and placed her arm around her best friend's shoulders. "Sweetie, the bank is being robbed. Booth was standing near his truck, but someone called him over to the bank entrance. So far, he's just standing there."

Hodgins standing a few away, turned to Brennan, "Don't worry, Dr. B., he's handled a bunch of these before. He knows what he's doing."

"Yes, he does." Placing her hand over her stomach, she repeated her words, "Yes he does."

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Glancing up at the news helicopter buzzing overhead, Booth angrily shook his head and turned his attention to the front of the bank entrance. Holding his hands away from his sides he spoke, "Ma'am, I'd like to speak to who ever is behind you please."

Grateful that she wasn't alone and that Booth was so close, she jerkily nodded her head and turned to look behind her, "There's someone out here who would like to talk to you."

Seeing the woman jerked back into the building, a young man whom Booth guessed to be about eighteen years of age, moved to stand in the doorway, careful to keep Booth between him and the parking lot. Licking his lips, the young man swallowed, "So listen dude, my crew and I want a car and then maybe it could take us to a helicopter and it could like take us out of the city and we'll be cool. If you don't do that then we'll kill the hostages and I have eight of them."

His eyes boring into the bank robber, Booth frowned and gave him a dose of reality, "So, this is the way it really works because this isn't a movie. If you kill anyone you'll be tried for murder which means you'll fry because it happened while you were robbing a bank which is a felony. No one walks away from murder. Right now, you're guilty of trying to rob a bank and yeah, you might get twenty years, but if you kill anyone I guarantee your life is over. There is no way anyone is going to give you a car or a helicopter. That shit only happens in movies not in real life. Do you understand me?"

Shocked, the nervous young man swallowed nervously, "What the hell man, is this your idea of negotiations? We don't want to hurt anyone, we just want to be given a head start. This was a mistake."

Trying to appear in charge of the situation, Booth smiled, "And do what exactly? It won't take very long to find out who you are. Even if you destroy the recordings in the bank, we have cameras aimed at the bank. Hell, just standing there, we have your picture, so we'll know who you are pretty soon. Once we have that it won't matter where you go, we'll find you. We're the FBI and we always get the bad guy . . . always. The minute you leave here, we'll track you. It's not that hard either. There isn't any where you can go that we can't follow."

Sweat starting to pop out on his forehead, the boy tried to bluster, "If we take a hostage with us you wouldn't dare follow us."

Confident that he was making an impression with the younger man, Booth smirked, "Not with cars, you idiot. We'd let our satellite up in space follow you. We have one of those. Few people know we do, but we do. It's so powerful it can take pictures of license plates in space. So, really, what do you think will happen? We'll just watch you on our satellite and we'll keep track of you and when you get rid of your hostage then boom we grab your asses and we add kidnapping charges to the bank robbery charges. You'll never get out of jail."

Placing his hand on his forehead, the frightened young man, sighed, "Let me talk to my crew. Just . . . just stand there and I'll get back to you."

His face showing no emotion, Booth warned him, "Don't take too long. My men aren't as patient as I am. A couple of them have been known to shoot first and ask questions later. I try to control them, but sometimes all I can do is just help them cover up their shit after they've killed someone, you know?"

His eyes growing large, the young man glanced at the men in the parking lot, "Okay, just . . . Just wait."

Watching the youngster withdraw back into the bank, Booth rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder, "Agent Riaz, how's it going?"

Irritated with Booth, Sasha moved closer and asked him, "An FBI satellite? That was negotiating?"

Certain he'd handled the situation correctly, Booth informed her, "They're just kids and they're in way over their heads."

Her eyes boring into the back of Booth's head, Sasha complained, "Still, Sir, I get paid to negotiate not you. I'm trained to do this."

Deciding to appease her, Booth let her know, "We may still need you Riaz. Let's just see what happens next."

Sasha hooked her thumb in her pocket and changed the subject, "So, welcome back Sir. Believe when I tell you I'm glad you're back. Agent Harris has been a royal pain in the ass. He . . . ."

Interrupting her, the young bank robber was back at the door, "Look, Sir. We've talked it over and we've decided to give up, but we don't want to be shot so how do we do this?"

Relieved, Booth asked him, "How many in your crew?"

His cheeks are dark red, the young man glanced up at the sky at the helicopter and then back at Booth, "There's just me and Danny."

Not reacting, Booth pointed to the parking lot, "Well, you and Danny need to step out here and place your guns on the ground. Once you've done that me and Agent Riaz will escort you from the bank. My agents won't shoot you if you're with us, understand?"

Looking back into the bank, the trembling man licked his lips, "We just wanted enough money to pay Danny's rent. His parents kicked him out of the house and he's been living on the street. Neither one of us has real jobs so this was the only thing we could think of to get enough rent money."

Not interested in their story, Booth shook his head, "Just do what I said and all of this will be over. You and Danny don't have to die, but you will be if you let this escalate any further. Either now or later on death row. Do you understand?"

Nodding his head, the young man stepped back closing the door behind him again. Riaz, uncertain if Booth's plan was the right one, shook her head, "They could shoot us both when they come out and try to make a run for it."

Turning, Booth frowned, "You're wearing your Kevlar vest under your jacket I hope."

Glaring at Booth, Sasha snapped, "Of course I am, what the hell."

Stepping back, Booth backed up three feet, pulling Riaz with him. Raising his voice, he spoke clearly to his agents behind him, "Okay, they're coming out. They plan to give up." Turning to Riaz, the agent advised her, "Don't trust them and be prepared for anything. They're kids, but they may not be as stupid or as naïve as they seem to be."

The door slowly opened and to their surprise, they saw weapons fly out of the doorway and hit the pavement. Shaking his head, Booth muttered, "Damn idiots."

Shortly, two young men walked out of the doorway and stood with their hands on their heads, "Okay, dudes, we give up. Don't shoot us."

Stepping forward, Booth and Riaz handcuffed the terrified young men. Booth, pointing towards the weapons on the ground, informed his prisoners, "I told you to place your guns down on the ground, not throw them on the ground. They could have accidentally discharged when you threw them."

Danny shook his head, "My gun is broken. It won't shoot. I don't know why and Pete's gun is a toy. We only wanted money. We were never going to hurt anyone, not even by accident."

Curious, Booth asked, "How old are you two?"

Pete answered, "I'm sixteen and Danny is fifteen."

Rolling his eyes, Booth sighed, "Great, that's just great."

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Entering their apartment, Booth placed his keys in the basket on the table next to the door and turned to find Brennan staring at him. Puzzled, Booth asked, "What?"

Relieved to see him, Brennan moved over to where Booth was standing and placed her arms around him, "Booth, I love you."

Booth kissed her and placed his hands on the side of her face, "I love you too, Bones. You obviously heard what happened. They were just kids. I was never in any danger."

Returning his kiss, Brennan then placed her head on his shoulder, "I love you Booth. More than I ever thought possible. I watched the whole thing on the news. . . I was very worried about you. I need you, Booth . . . Our baby needs you, You are not allowed to die."

Holding her tightly against his chest, Booth frowned, "I'm sorry Bones. I didn't mean to worry you."

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