I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.
Fear
Kelsey didn't know the man walking toward her, and she became frightened. She remembered the conversation from a few weeks ago, when her parents told her to be careful who she spoke to. She looked at the man and wondered if he was the bad man who took her mother. He kept his hands in his pockets, as he approached her teacher.
Kelsey looked around, and realized that they were the only ones outside, fear invaded her and she began to cry. Mrs. Pat knelt down to look at her.
"Kelsey, what's wrong?"
"I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"That man."
"Do you know him?"
"No, but I think he's the bad man."
"Kelsey, just because you don't know someone, doesn't mean he's bad."
"But he is. I know it."
She clung to Mrs. Pat's hand.
"Please don't let him take me. I don't want to forget my Mommy and Daddy."
"Excuse me."
Mrs. Pat looked up at the man standing over her.
"Just one minute sir."
"Kelsey, what are you talking about? No one's going to take you."
"Excuse me."
"Sir, I asked you to wait. If you don't want to wait, you can go into the school, and talk to the staff."
Kelsey looked at the man again.
"Hello Kelsey."
She clung to her teacher's hand, and began to cry harder.
"No, don't take me."
"Kelsey what are you talking about?"
"That man is bad."
"Kelsey, don't you remember me? I'm your uncle from Pennsylvania."
"No."
"Mommy told me to pick you up today. She's busy, and couldn't come."
"No."
"Kelsey, come with me."
He held his hand out to her.
"No."
Mrs. Pat looked at the man as he tried to take Kelsey's hand. She was becoming suspicious.
"Sir, why don't we go inside, and you can sign her out."
She looked around to see if anyone else was around. Deep down, she felt that something was wrong here, and she would rather be embarrassed and have Kelsey safe, and then let this man take her.
"I have a note from her mother, to pick her up."
He handed the teacher a piece of paper.
"Ok, but we still need to sign her out. If you will follow me, I'm sure we can clear this up."
Kelsey was crying hysterically now.
"Besides, Kelsey is very upset, and I think she needs to calm down."
"She will be fine as soon as we get to the lab to see her mother. Come here Kelsey."
He reached out to take her hand, and Kelsey screamed.
"NO!"
She let go of her teacher's hand, and ran for the school, pulling the door, and rushing inside. She ran down the hall and right into the office.
"Don't let him take me. Don't let him take me."
The principal looked up at the little girl who ran in the door.
"Kelsey, come in my office."
Kelsey ran into his arms, and clung to his neck. He picked her up and carried her into his office.
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Just as Brennan hung up the phone, her cell phone rang. Fear invaded her as she looked at the caller ID, and saw that it was the school. Something happened to Kelsey.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Dr. Brennan? This is the principal at school; I have Kelsey in my office."
"Did something happen?"
"She had a half day today, and we need someone to pick her up, besides there was an incident that we need to talk about."
"Is she in trouble?"
"No, I would rather talk in person, if you can come down to the school, we can talk."
"I'll be there in ten minutes."
She hung up the phone and called Booth. His phone went right to voice mail.
"Booth, something happened at the school today. Did you know Kelsey had a half day? I'm going to pick her up now, if you get this message, please either call me or meet me there."
She hung up. What the hell was wrong with Booth; he should have known. She picked up her coat and stormed out of the office.
As she drove to the school, she realized that she didn't tell anyone where she was going. She called Booth again.
"Booth, I don't know why your phone keeps going to voice mail, but I left to pick up Kelsey. I forgot to tell anyone where I was going, so I thought I'd leave a message."
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Booth spotted the suspect heading into the store. He called for backup, looked at the rookie.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Ok, you take the back, and I'll go in the front door. I'm not sure how long it will take for backup to arrive, so remember he is very volatile, and so be careful."
"I will sir."
"Signal me when you get into place."
"Yes, sir."
Booth quietly crept across the street, and waited by the building for a signal from the other agent. The man in question was a suspect in several robberies throughout the state; he had killed three people and injured many others. Agent Johnson had received a tip on his next robbery, and that was why he was here.
Booth missed the action of working in the field, that was why he was here today, but as he watched the suspect inside the store, he thought of Bones and Kelsey. What would happen if he was injured, or maybe even killed? Who would protect them? Maybe this was a stupid idea.
He watched as one by one the other shoppers, left the store. According to the suspects MO, he didn't strike until the store was almost empty. He took the last one or two shopper's hostage, put his gun to their heads, and told the cashiers to give him the money in the drawers.
Booth stayed by the doors preventing anyone from entering. He hoped that the rookie wouldn't get spooked from waiting. He knew how to wait for the right moment. When he was a sniper, he waited for hours just to get the right shot. He was patient. He just hoped Agent Johnson was too.
When there were only three people left in the store, he knew the suspect would strike. He entered the store, as if he was a shopper, his gun hidden and out of site, walking up behind the suspect. There was another shopper a few feet away, and he knew he had to be careful to prevent any injuries.
"Hey, any good deals today?"
The suspect jumped at the sound of his voice. Turning his head to look at him.
"What?"
Booth signaled behind his back for the shopper to leave, but she just continued to watch the confrontation. He wondered if he should pull his gun, but again he was patient.
"I was wondering if you saw any good sales today, my neighbor stole my paper, and I didn't get the flyer."
The other shopper walked away, and headed around the corner. Just as she walked out of sight, Booth pulled his gun and held it to the suspect's head.
"Don't move. FBI. You're under arrest."
The suspect stopped and looked at Booth, then the gun. Booth could tell he was debating whether to run.
"Don't try it. It's over, Douglas. Put your hands behind you."
Douglas placed his hands behind him admitting defeat.
Booth handcuffed the suspect, and patted him down, finding two guns and a knife. Just as he finished, the backup arrived, and it was over.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
As they were processing the scene, he turned on his phone, seeing several calls from the school, and Bones. Fear invaded his body. Was this day ever going to end? He told the agent to grab a ride and left for the school, while listening to his messages.
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