Chapter 11
On the road toward the Wove's home in Orlando, Florida 10:00 am
The partners pulled out of the Orlando International Airport in their rental car and headed toward the Wove's house. With the traveling back and forth, the bayou visit, and barely getting any sleep he was looking forward to a quiet night with Brennan but no suck luck. The phone call she received after talking with Angela had been from Detective Knight.
The D.C. police officer had told her that the owner of the website, Brian Dell, wouldn't tell them where he got her address and he had questioned her agent about it as well with no luck. However, he said that Dell worked for the publisher of her books and that they had set up an appointment to talk to a lawyer from the publishing company.
After Brennan had hung up, she had gone back to her room stating she needed to be alone for awhile. This morning she had continued to be silent on the flight and when Booth tried to talk to her she told him she'd be fine. He had wanted to remind her that if they were going to be a couple she needed to share what was going on but he didn't. There was a case to focus on and some suspects to question.
A few minutes later, they pulled up in front of the Wove's and Booth shut the car off. Slowly, he unbuckled and turned to Brennan.
"Are you ready?" He asked.
"Why wouldn't I be?" She wondered. Booth shook his head and opened the car door and climbed out. As he strolled up the front walk Brennan shut her door and followed. The two reached the front door and rang the doorbell. When no one answered, Booth knocked. Again no one answered. Something wasn't right, he could feel it. There were two cars in the driveway and he could hear the TV on.
Slowly, Booth pulled his Glock 22 out of his shoulder holster. He was afraid that Brennan would start up that argument about her having a gun too but she didn't. Booth motioned for her to stay behind him and follow around the side of the house. The two moved slowly to a side door where the FBI Special Agent tried the handle. It was locked and Booth moved to a nearby window.
He could see someone sitting on the couch but they didn't move. Now Booth turned to Brennan and whispered,
"I'm going in. Wait here."
"But…" Brennan started.
"Wait." Booth almost ordered. She was angered by his alpha-male reaction but she didn't have time to deliberate as the FBI Special Agent kicked down the door. He rushed in shouting,
"FBI!" When the person on the sofa didn't move, he approached them cautiously. Booth saw that the woman was barely breathing and her skin was pale. There were cuts on her wrists and a pool of blood on the carpet. Quickly he dropped his Glock and pulled the woman's arms up above her head. Brennan raced in and told Booth to go find some towels. They needed to make tourniquets so they could stem the bleeding. Once they had done that, Booth pulled his cell phone out and dialed 911 while Brennan made sure the tourniquets were tight and continued to monitor her vitals.
" Orlando police, what is your emergency?" The dispatcher asked.
"We need an ambulance at 837 Sunshine Way!" Booth shouted to the emergency personnel.
"One will be there immediately." The dispatcher said. The call ended and Booth turned to Brennan.
To Be Continued…
A/N: I know that was short but I needed to keep you on your toes. ;)