(After Season 6)
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Booth didn't realize that Brennan was missing until ten hours had passed since the last time he'd talked to her on the phone. He had called her to tell her that he couldn't meet her for lunch and she'd said that she had work to do so she planned to eat at her desk.
That evening, Booth made it home later than he had planned to, so cooked a quick dinner of spaghetti Marinara and waited for Brennan to arrive. They had been switching between apartments for weeks and this week they were staying at his apartment. When eight o'clock came around and Brennan hadn't appeared, he tried to call her and his call was shunted to voice-mail. "Damn it, she's probably lost track of time looking at some old bones."
Not sure when she was going to come home, he ate dinner and placed the leftovers in a Tupperware bowl and placed it in the fridge. After he cleaned up the kitchen, he walked into his bedroom, turned on the television and watched a game. At eleven he suddenly woke up, realized that he was alone in bed and knew that something was wrong.
Leaving his bed, he grabbed his phone and called Brennan. When his call was moved to voicemail he hung up and called the Lab. Security answered the phone and he was told Brennan had left her office at two that afternoon and she hadn't returned. Concerned, he called Cam and she informed him that someone from the CIA had shown up after lunch, talked to Brennan and shortly afterward she had left with him. She hadn't explained where she was going except to say she probably wouldn't be in the next day. "Don't worry, Booth. This has happened before. It's some hush hush stuff that Brennan never explains."
Frustrated, Booth ended the call, ran his hands through his hair and wondered what his next option was. Pacing his living room, he was startled when the phone rang. Answering it, he heard Brennan on the line.
Booth, I should have called sooner, but I won't be coming home tonight. Something came up and my services are required.
"What's going? Where are you? Tell me what you're doing?"
I can't Booth. I will be home sometime tomorrow, probably tomorrow night. If I'm delayed, I will call you and let you know.
The call ended abruptly and Booth felt like Brennan had been forced to end the call. Worried, he called his contact at the CIA, Danny Beck.
"Danny, someone from the CIA came to the Lab today and took Bones somewhere. I want to know why and what's going on."
Believe it or not, I'm not privy to everything that happens at the CIA, Booth. Now if you'd like me to check into I can, but it's . . . shit, it's past midnight. No one is going to take my calls tonight. I'll make some calls in the morning and get back to you.
Before he could reply, Danny ended the call and Booth was left angry and confused. "I can't believe this is happening." Moving into the living room, he sat down on the couch and tried to think about what he could do that didn't involve waiting. When nothing came to mind, he threw his phone on the coffee table, laid down on the couch and stared at the ceiling. "She's okay. She sounded okay . . . God, I hope she's okay."
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With no choice in the matter, Booth went into work the next day, but spent most of the morning trying to call Brennan and Danny Beck. Neither would answer their phone and he grew more frustrated as the morning progressed. Worried that he might do something that he might regret later, Booth finally closed the door to his office and locked it. He knew his temper was on edge and that wasn't a good thing at all.
At 11:45, he received a call.
Booth, I'm back at my office.
"Where the hell have you been?" Relieved, Booth stood up and grabbed his jacket from the coat tree.
I can't tell you that, Booth. I did call you to tell you I was fine, but I cannot divulge where I was or what I was doing.
Impatient, he ended the call, unlocked the door to his office and raced across the bullpen. Bypassing the elevator, he hurried down the stair well and out to the parking lot. Using the siren on his SUV, he left the parking garage, raced down the street to the Hoover and parked in front of the building. Once he was inside, he hurried to the Lab and finally entered Brennan's office.
"I've been worried sick." Booth moved over to the desk, pulled Brennan into his embrace and hugged her against his body. "Cam said some CIA agent took you somewhere and I tried to find out where you were, but no one knew and you didn't call me."
"I called you as soon as I could." She could hear the worry in her partner's voice and she knew she had to give him some explanation, even if it was edited. "The CIA had a body that needed to be identified as soon as possible. It involved national security. I can't tell you anymore than that. You know I have a contract with the CIA as well as the FBI. What I did has to be a secret at least until certain actions have been taken by the proper authorities."
"I have level 3 clearance and my SSBI was renewed. I have higher security clearance than you do." Knowing that logic would win the day, Booth knew that his security clearance couldn't be overlooked.
"Yes, that is true." Hesitating for the moment, Brennan stepped out of Booth's embrace and sat back down, motioning him towards the chair in front of her desk.
Since it was possible, she was going to tell him what he wanted to know, Booth sat down and stared at Brennan. He knew berating her wouldn't give him the information he wanted, but she would consider his clearance and tell him what she could.
"A plane went down in American Samoa and there were two bodies found on board the plane. It was important that they be identified as soon as possible." Brennan leaned on her desk. "The bodies were brought to Washington DC and I was contacted and escorted to where the bodies were . . . The bodies were badly mutilated and there had been a fire on board the plane too. Since they were certain who the victims were, the CIA provided me with material to compare with the victims and it didn't take long to verify that the CIA was correct. There is still DNA tests running, but it will just confirm what I already know. They will wait for final confirmation with the DNA tests before they inform the proper government officials, but my job is done."
"Okay, I don't need to know who they were." Booth stared at the dark circles under Brennan's eyes and knew she was tired. "Let me take you home. You need sleep, I'm sure Cam will understand . . . Thank you for telling me what was going on. I wish you had called me sooner, but I understand that the CIA probably didn't want you to call me at all."
Amused, Brennan chuckled. "They refused to let me call you I until I pointed out that you would probably call a lot of people looking for me and that would draw attention to me and what I was involved with. They weren't happy with you and decided that you might be a nuisance. They allowed me to call you, but I couldn't give you any information . . . Around 1 a.m. I was proven correct about you when your friend Danny Beck made some phone calls which got the attention of the Deputy Director of the CIA. I was in the room when the Deputy Director received the phone call telling him about Danny. He was worried and gave me a look I couldn't interpret . . . perhaps anger. I'm not sure. He called Danny and told him to mind his own business. When he ended his call, I was tempted to remind him that I had known that would happen, but I decided not to . . . gild the lily? I think that is the correct phrase."
Laughing, Booth stood up. "You know me so well, Bones. You know me too well, sometimes." While he waited for her to stand, Booth removed Brennan's jacket from the coat tree while she moved around her desk. "I'm going to take you home, so you can get some sleep. If you want, I can stop by Mama's to pick up some vegetable soup on the way home. I bet those idiots didn't feed you."
Her stomach rumbling, Brennan hooked her arm around Booth's arm as they walked towards the entrance. "I will admit I am hungry . . . I am sorry that I worried you, but you know I've worked for the CIA in the past. This will probably happen in the future too."
Waving at Hodgins as they passed his office, Booth knew that there was never a dull moment around his partner. "Yeah, well the next time this happens, call me sooner. Those smug bastards are too secretive for their own good but you don't have to be. When you call me just say code Beck and I'll know what's going on. If they want to play games with us, we can play games with them."
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