Chapter 2
Immediately, the two stood up and quietly made their way down the hall toward the noise. Booth's sniper training kicked in and his senses heightened and he tried to listen for footsteps or any other noise that would give away the person's hiding place. He motioned for Brennan to stay behind him but as usual she refused. Lightening struck, illuminating the apartment momentarily. Brennan pointed out that the stand in the hall near her bedroom was on the floor. Booth nodded and carefully walked toward the room. The bedroom door was open and he carefully stuck his head into the room. There was a figure standing over Brennan's nightstand flipping through a book of some sort.
"Freeze!" Booth shouted. The person looked up, surprised.
"Drop the book and put your hands on your head!" The G-man ordered. The man obeyed and said,
"Please don't hurt me!" Booth walked over to the man and forced him to his knees. Brennan walked over to them and glared at the man.
"How did you get in my apartment?" She questioned him.
"I can't believe it! It's actually Dr. Temperance Brennan!" The man answered.
"Answer me, damn it!" She exploded. Booth turned to her and said,
"Take my keys, go into my SUV, and grab the spare set of handcuffs in the trunk. Call the police too, while I handle this idiot." He knew that he had no way to restrain this guy and sending Brennan away would allow him to get answers out of this invader. Brennan started to object but Booth gave her his charm smile and she knew what he was up to.
With the forensic anthropologist gone, the FBI Special Agent took the man's face and slammed it into Temperance's bed. Then he pulled him back up.
"All right, tell me what you're doing here and how you got in or the next thing I slam your face into won't be so soft. I'm tired of screwing around."
"The website said I could…" the man started.
"Website?" Booth asked.
"Yeah, That's how I knew where she lived. You've never heard of it?" The home invader wondered.
"No and apparently you haven't heard of breaking an entering. How'd you get in?" Booth asked again.
"That lock on her front door isn't so good." The man said nonchalantly. The FBI Agent was about to say something when Brennan walked back into the room.
"The police on their way to pick up…" she started.
"Clive." The guy finished as Booth cuffed him and jerked his head toward the door. Brennan took the hint and moved outside the room.
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Later, after the police removed Clive, Booth called a locksmith he knew and the repairman promised to be by the apartment the next day. Brennan sat down on the couch; Booth could see that she felt a little uncomfortable.
"You wanna come over to my place for the night?" He asked. She gave him a look; her eyes gave away what she wanted.
"You don't mind?" She asked.
"Of course not. Grab some of your things and we'll swing by your place in the morning so you can have your car." Booth said.
"Thanks, Seeley." Temperance smiled and went down to her room to grab an overnight bag
To Be Continued…