Here's chapter 4! I hope I didn't take tooo long to update!
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xXx Tiana
'Ok. I need this room to be cleared please.' Brennan had been in the room for 10 minutes, yet she still had to start with the process of collecting and identifying the bones.
As soon as she had stepped into the room, the first thing that she had noticed was the floor – or the lack of it, rather. There, in front of her, was a room as large as the one that she had come from, but minus the furniture and the carpet and the floorboards. There was concrete with huge craters in it, all filled with dark creamy coloured things. Bones.
'Jesus...' a voice behind her exclaimed, whispering. She could feel Booth behind her, and he placed a hand on the small of her back, leaning in to see more of the scene.
'How many bodies do you see, Bones?'
Brennan squinted her eyes in concentration, and look around the room, as the other FBI agents cleared their stuff out and moved themselves out of the scene.
'I dunno. I can see 2 at the moment… but this room is huge, so…' she trailed off.
Agent Donahue looked at Brennan as she spoke to Booth, eavesdropping on their conversation.
'You can tell from this,' he waved his hand around in the meaning of 'the whole mess', 'how many people there are, or were, buried here?'
Brennan nodded. She would have gone into detail, about how some of the bones where smaller and that she could see two left index finger phalanges. But she had come into the knowledge, with the help of booth, that sometimes, only anthropologists would like those details. So she kept her mouth shut and turned to face Booth.
'Can you phone the Jeffersonian, and tell Goodman that I need Zack and Angela here?' she asked, heading over to her bag, which was placed near one of the large craters in the room.
Before Booth could even answer back, or take out his phone, Donahue interrupted.
'I'm sorry, Doctor Brennan, but that will not be possible.' He stated simply, not looking the tiniest bit sorry.
'Why not?' she asked back, almost as soon as he had spoken. She didn't care that was talking to the 'Big Guy' for the FBI. Right now, she couldn't care less. 'I need my team here so this investigation can get underway.'
The agent's eyes roared with anger, but for the second time that afternoon, he held it inside.
'Doctor Brennan. Must I remind you why you are here?' Donahue continued, not waiting for a reply form the anthropologist, who was just giving him cold stares, 'You were recruited by the Government to do your job, which you are highly successful at, to solve this case in sheer discretion. If your team is brought here, then that will not be the case, and therefore, you will not being what the Government wants, as stated by the President himself.'
Brennan sighed, knowing that he had a point, but she refused to give in.
'Well, I'm sorry,' Brennan glared at Booth, who had just whispered to himself 'for the love of God'. He seemed to notice and just shook his head at her.
'I'm sorry, but I cannot do my job, which the Government has recruited me to do, unless I have my team, cos that is how I do my job!'
Donahue sighed, and puffed out his chest, obviously pissed off that the woman had just given him an ultimatum which he couldn't refuse, if he wanted to keep his job that was.
'I have to make some phone calls. I hope you know how lucky you are that you were recommended by the President himself.' With that he walked out of the room, as Booth walked in.
'What?' he asked at the smile on his girlfriend's, if he could call her that, face.
'Nothing.' She said innocently, stepping over another crater to go to a skull which she had just noticed.
'Oh I get it. You're just happy because he mentioned the whole President thing, aren't ya?' he asked, standing a little to the right of the skull that Brennan wanted.
'No.' she replied simply, the smirk still on her face. 'Anyway, why do you care?'
Booth shrugged.
'Just. I wanna know what it is that's making you smile like that.' As soon as he had said it, he knew that it hadn't sounded as good as it had seemed in his mind. He simply laughed about it, and didn't comment on it, knowing that it was cause further embarrassment to them both.
'Why? You're not jealous are you?' she asked playfully. Brennan didn't know what had gotten into her. It could've been the fact that they were in the White House, or that the President had said that she was the best. Or it could've been something much more simpler, something staring right in her face. Love.
'No way. I don't need the President to big me up to know that I'm good at my job, Bones.' Booth said, refusing to move when Brennan indicated to him to do so.
'I don't know what that means, Booth. Now will you please move?' she asked, getting a bit irritated that she wasn't concentrating on her work.
Booth shrugged. He had a playful look on his face, and the smile that made her sigh deeply.
'Why? What's in it for me?' he asked.
Brennan rolled her eyes, still smiling, deciding to play along. She walked closer to him, speaking as she took each step.
'Well, first of all, I won't push you into the hole behind you, for which, I suspect, you'll get into very big trouble for. And secondly,' Brennan was very close to Booth now, faces only inches away from each other. She kept her eyes locked with is as she inched closer, resting her forehead against his. 'And secondly, I will so make it worth your while. Later.' She added as she backed away, and pulled his jacket to make him move. Not like it helped.
'You're a tease, you know that Bones?' he sighed as he moved to let her examine the remains. 'I'll hold you to that, you know.'
'Fine.' She said, hiding her smile, crouching down to look at her bones that she was going to spend a very long time with.
Brennan spent the next hour or so examining the bones, putting them in different evidence boxes, one for each body, which was 3 now, and another for the bones that she couldn't place. She had come to the third crater, out of eight, when her team, well Zack and Angela, came through.
She stood up explain to them the situation, but was cut off even before beginning by Angela's ranting.
'Oh my God, Bren! We are actually in the White House!' she said in an excited whisper.
Brennan rolled her eyes, and 'shhh'ed the best friend of hers.
'I know. I've been here for a couple of hours. We've to work to do Ange.' She added to the end, as she spied the senior agent coming in. Booth had gone out for a while, to interview those who found the bones, and had left Brennan alone in the room, with, of course, her 'guard', some other FBI agent, who stood there, doing nothing. Like someone was going to attack her inside the White House, packed full with FBIs!
Brennan also noticed how, with the senior agent, another three FBI guys came in. she dismissed this however, as Angela started to speak, or squeal, again.
'Oh my God! There are bones inside of the White House!' she was bouncing on the balls of her feet now, not trying, whatsoever, to keep her excitement under control.
'We know, Angela!It's the reason to why we are here in the first place!' Zack commented.
Angela was about to open her mouth to say something once again when the senior agent cleared his throat. Angela spun around to look at him, and then eyed the three other FBIs with him, obviously approving of them
'Am I to assume that this is your team that you requested for?' Agent Donahue asked, obviously not approving of Angela's outbursts.
'Yes, sir.' Brennan replied, wanting to get back to her work as quick as she could. Before the agent, or anyone else for that matter, could respond, she began to fire out jobs.
'Zack. I need you to go through that hole,' she pointed to the one nearest to the window, 'and sort out the bones. Take some boxes and sort them into your own piles. We'll collaborate at the lab.' Zack nodded and walked over to the crater without a word. Brennan then turned to Angela.
'Ok. I need you to take pictures of this whole room, and all adjoining rooms. If the bones are not all held in here, then they might be in other rooms. So don't miss an inch. I've got a feeling that it'll be important for the Angelator later on.'
'Got it sweetie. Um… do you want me to work around the FBIs, or what?' she questioned.
Brennan nodded.
'Hold on. Agent Donahue.' The agent turned to look at her. 'I need for your agents to clear the room so that my photographer can collect the sufficient photos for this investigation.' She didn't say please this time. She wasn't in the mood.
The agent smirked, but quickly hid it.
'Sorry, doctor, but it is protocol. We cannot allow those outside state officials to be left alone, especially on a case like this. You'll have to work around them, as you will be doing at you lab.' He added at the end, adding salt to the wound.
Brennan turned around and breathed deeply to get rid of the anger building up inside of her. Angela had seen what had happened, and knew exactly what her best friend was doing.
'Don't worry about it sweetie. I think I can work with these FBIs, don't you?' she said, with the same Angela tone as always. Brennan rolled her eyes, figuring that it was going to be a very long day.
How was that? Were they out of character?
Sorry for the lack of BB – I think…
Next chapter there will be more – scout's honor!
BUT only if I get enough review encouraging me to carry on!
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xXx Tiana