Disclaimer: i don't own Bones etc. don't have a pony either.....
Sorry kids about the huge delay in uploading, school has taken precedence over my life, and so fanfictioning (sadly enough) moved to the back burner.
hope you enjoy chapter 5, and if you, do leave a review. (see i ryhmed) :-P
Seeley Booth loved too easily.
It was a fact that he had always had- there was nothing he could do about it.
He had tried over and over to become the distant man his father was.
Or even the cool customer that his brother always seemed to be. Jared was the guy in school that broke hearts- but never had his broken.
Seeley had been a player in school- but he'd been out to prove things then- Uncomfortable in his own skin.
When he'd found out that he was good at basketball it had been like the doors of heaven had finally opened on him.
Basketball- something that was manly and that his dad would be proud of.
So he became the jock- popularity came easy to him. Therefore, high school hadn't sucked as much as his home life did.
However, he was never one of the jocks that was mean to the girls that he was involved with.
His goals- although tinted by the view of a boy in senior high- were generally to have a relationship with a girl that wasn't just a continuous line of one-night stands.
Rebecca had been his most serious relationship- she had been there after his military experience. He'd needed someone to pull him back to the land of the living. Being a sniper as good as he was had sucked the life out of him, you can only be the Grim Reaper for so long before you start to look through the sights at everyone you know.
Rebecca had helped him past that- she had breathed happiness and belonging into his life. Once again, he had loved so easily- then she was pregnant, and he realized that he was happy to spend the rest of his life with her, raise their baby and simply be. When she rejected him- it was as if his heart was ripped away with her. He had given his love to her, but she wanted a life beyond the confines of marriage. He had been angry- and hurt, and lost. She had been his anchor. He dove into work and lived like work was his life. Parker was born and became his life he loved Parker. Parker loved him. He would not be the father that his father had been.
His father.
Another example of his loving too easily.
His dad was an abusive alcoholic- he wasn't a mean man when he was sober, just hard, and militaristic, with no tolerance for anything that was less than manly.
Booth loved him- to a fault- all throughout his childhood. Adored his father, like a God; nothing he could do was wrong in the young child's eyes.
Then he saw what his father could do to Jared. His father had never touched his mother- but the boys were easy targets in the midst of his drunken rages.
Therefore, at a young age Seeley Booth realized that the job that he was most suited to was protecting. Thus, he protected Jared.
Then there was Cam.
Camille Saroyan was the girl next door- he had been smitten by her easy laughter and wry view of life from the very first time they had met.
Her family loved him- they were best friends and occasionally a couple all throughout his life. They were good together, he was happy.
But once again- his feelings were engaged.
However, she didn't want a lasting relationship now. They were too young- he had left to be a Ranger. She had gone to be a Cop and M.E.
Thinking about these past failed relationships made him cringe.
He was the sorry sap that he had always been- and the sad thing was, he was doing it again.
This time more deeply than ever before- and her of all people.
Everyone was right. Seeley Booth loved too easily.
July 16th
"Parker. You know when your friend Justin had a baby sister? How that he was the big brother to baby Liz?"
The adorable 6 year old nodded seriously. Something that was quite amazing for the happy little boy. He swapped gazes between his daddy and daddy's Bones.
Parker and his father were the only ones allowed to call her that-
"Is Bones gonna have a baby?" The boy was toying with a football; his hands were never still.
Just like his dad. Brennan noted with amusement.
Booth smiled proudly- Parker was as smart as a whip. He had figured it out in an instant.
"Yeah Buddy, Bones is going to have a baby." Booth reached over and grasped his partner's hand. She didn't pull away- this technique was quite affective. It congealed the idea of Booth and herself as a couple- to the young boy.
"But Bones is gonna have two babies. And they're going to be your little brother and sister."
This made the small face wrinkle up in thought. It made him even more adorable- if that were possible.
"So you're going to be their daddy too?"
Booth and Brennan smiled.
"Yeah Park- I'm their daddy too."
He understood- he was okay.
Luckily, enough, at that moment one of the babies kicked. Apparently, one of their children loved the sound of their daddy's voice.
Parker's face mirrored his father's as they both laid their hands on her stomach- he giggled and squealed as Booth explained what exactly what was going on.
Rebecca stood to one side. Smiling at the couple- this was what she and Seeley could have been. There was hardly any regret. They were completely different people now. She hadn't wanted the relationship then, and now, she watched Seeley's face light up as he talked to his son and his partner.
They had told her- privately a few weeks ago.
She had laughed,
"Another girl pregnant Seeley? You'd think you would learn these things."
Her partner had laughed as well. His ex-girlfriend was a woman that took life in stride. She was not being snotty or self-righteous. She was joking with him.
"In his defense, we were both highly inebriated at the time." Bones put in
Rebecca smiled fondly at the FBI Agent.
"If only I could have had that excuse."
It had been simple. Everyone was strangely accepting of this life-changing event.
Rebecca had known that Seeley was smitten almost the first time she met Bones.
She had heard about her enough. Seeley always had some funny anecdote or story to share about the neurotic doctor. Then she was his crazy partner. Then she was funny Bones. Then she was his Bones. Every story was complimentary- he clearly was fascinated by her. Rebecca was happy for him. The two of them had needed this push from fate.
"We're going to tell Parker in a few weeks."
"Good. He'll be excited." Rebecca grinned wryly "As if anything his Dad told him wasn't just mind-blowing." She turned to Temperance "Parker is completely in awe of Seeley- in fact the other day he told me that Roethlisberger had nothing on his daddy." She smiled with genuine affection at Seeley, Who was trying to look modest despite his obvious pride.
"I told you that you were made of better stuff."
They were back in the car- a weight was clearly off Booth's shoulders after telling his ex the news. She didn't have to say anything else. He knew.
"Thanks Bones."
"I'm just stating facts."
For the first time since they woke up in Vegas Booth's mind relaxed.
"You know what Bones? I think we're going to be ok."
I love you.
He remarked calmly.
For a second- she almost thought that he might be speaking to her.
There was something in her, something that jumped at his words.
Just the barest instant. Then she was back involved in the case.
"You have told me that pedophiles have deluded themselves into believing that they loved their victims."
He nodded and the moment was lost.
Temperance Brennan mentally berated herself about allowing that flight of fancy. It was ridiculously. He was reading that stone's words aloud. He wasn't saying anything like that to her.
She really needed to get control of this ridiculous rush of emotion every time she was around him. It was ridiculous. It was as bad as when she was in high school and had crushes. There had to be something that she could do. She really needed to find a relationship… some way to release this pressure.
She smiled back at him- the random memory was partially responsible.
"I do too."
September 24th
Temperance Brennan let herself into Booth's apartment. It was light and airy for a guy's place. Messy but not dirty- Parker's toys were all over the place- there were several coffee cups in various places around the main living room. Case files littered most of the remaining free surfaces.
His walls were covered in sports memorabilia and actions shots, equally as often, there were pictures of Parker, and then Parker and him together.
A TV rested on a far wall with a couch and a chair surrounding it.
For some reason, coming into his apartment felt like you were walking into a home. She always was reluctant to leave when it came time for her to go home. Brennan could count the amount of times that she had been in his apartment on one hand- he was a naturally private person, and she had never wanted to pry.
She was looking for two case files and a pair of work jeans.
He was picking up Parker and then bringing him to her place to chill out.
Her faucet had stroked out suddenly that morning and he was going to fix it. He needed clothes though- and a couple of case files that he was required to review over the weekend.
But as soon as he had picked Parker up from school the boy had complained about being sick- Booth called- saying that he was dropping by the corner store to pick up some medicine then he was going to go home and pick up a few things.
Brennan- who was slightly bored from being mandatorily put on maternity leave- offered to go get the stuff that he needed.
He had told her no- but she had insisted, telling him to get Parker to her place and to put him in bed.
When she had brought Parker into it-, the tough FBI Agent had agreed.
She had a key- and since no one at the Jeffersonian needed her to come and consult- she got in her beautiful sports car and drove across town to his apartment building.
Now she stood- just inside the door- Using her training as an anthropologist to study the enigma, that was her partner.
His clothes always smelled clean and fresh- he wore a light cologne that she smelled even here. Just slightly.
Flipping lights on as she went she looked for the case file that he had specified, finding it in the place that he had told her it would be.
Now for work pants and a shirt.
She slipped into his room- it was light, there were windows everywhere. Dark blue sheets on the bed that had not been made.
She smiled- there were ties and socks everywhere in the room.
The man had a fetish.
One of his wardrobe doors was standing open- her head popped inside- searching for the clothes that he had sent her for.
Seeley Booth was a bit of a clothes horse- she was still looking for the things that he had said ten minutes later.
Running her hands along the clothes- reaching the end of the line on the right side, she saw something that did not quite go with his style.
A uniform hung, at the final spot in the row of suits and shirts that hung there.
It was a deep green neatly pressed and hung carefully.
Full dress uniform, she assumed- pulling the clothes apart for a better look.
What she saw amazed her- although it shouldn't have- she knew what kind of man he was, but seeing it like this. She just looked for several minutes.
His uniform was covered in medals. And not just the basic ones- she knew very little about military awards but the ones she did recognize were some of the highest that the military gave.
Running a finger down the edge of the purple heart and others- amazed to find that the points of the star were not dull as she imagined, but quite sharp.
He should be proud of these
She thought rationally.
You thought that he was a loser.
Accused her mind- she still considered that to be one of her biggest mistakes- Ever doubting her partner.
That had been a huge downfall- she was surprised that he still wanted to be friends with her.
At her touch, one of the brightly colored, ribboned medals fell to the bottom of his wardrobe with a dull clank.
She swore lightly and knelt- searching for the glint of metal.
An army trunk glared up at her from the base of his closet. The medal lay almost in the perfect center- bringing her attention to the name that was stamped into the lid of the medium sized trunk.
Booth's title practically shouted at her.
It wasn't locked.
She shouldn't.
However, she did- if only to see a glimpse into the past of a man that was so open and who she knew so little about.
She lifted the lid without difficulty- it came open without a noise, the dust was upset and got into her eyes, making her sneeze.
When her eyes adjusted, she finally saw what he had kept so easily hidden in the base of his closet.
Several army uniforms were folded to one side. Neatly packed as if he were ready to go at anytime.
A picture lay on top- she picked out a young Booth immediately- along with a few men from his squad that she had met personally.
They were all so young. She just looked for a long time, ignoring the rest of the items.
Laying the picture aside she rustled a pair of dog tags; they were inscribed with his information. There was a case- which when opened, revealed a sniper rifle- dismantled down to the base.
There were many notches on the butt of the gun. Temperance had a feeling that if she counted she would find that there were fifty grooves in the dark metal.
Under the gun case were certificates- commending his valor and bravery in service to his country. Some of the certificates were marked with Confidential on the side. In fact- almost all of them were due to some secret mission that he wasn't allowed to talk about.
Underneath the edge of his folded uniforms was a small book- she opened it carefully-
Seel,
It said- on the inside.
It took an arm and a leg to get these- and I know that you don't like to talk about this stuff- I didn't even get the best ones (apparently the military won't give out all of your records- classified and all that) But I wanted you to have at least some of them. Maybe one day- the people that you love will know what you really did over here.
This made her even more curious- she opened the pages- they were stiff, as if the book had only been opened once or twice before.
On the first page there was a date from years ago- then a detailed military account of the bravery of one: Seeley Booth on that date.
She read with growing incredulity as she read passage after passage of his exploits while deployed.
Booth- while protecting a man in his unit from an enemy mine, was injured severely. The man being protected- was killed during the blast.
Booth was almost killed while trying to protect him.
Booth was then reported MIA, but he had been captured by the enemy and tortured repeatedly until the place that he was being held was liberated by American soldiers, they found Seeley Booth almost dead- he had been held for four months According to Booth and the enemy soldiers that were captured alive and questioned by the American soldiers- he had not given up any information during his imprisonment.
He would not have been captured if he had not gone out to help his fellow soldier.
Each one was dated and initialed by a commanding officer.
Her partner was a hero- many times over.
No one knew because 98% of his actions were carried out during extremely classified details.
She came to the end- reading in astonishment about the man that she had thought she knew so well.
The last page did not belong with the rest of the book; it had been added after the book had been gifted.
It read plainly that Seeley Booth had Carried Private Edward Parker several miles to the designated pick-up point. Parker had been wounded during the mission and had died during the night due to his injuries.
"What are you doing?"
She jumped- which really- was not something that she liked to allow herself to do.
Unrequited actions were not rational. They were involuntary and useless.
Booth stood in the doorway, his face was angrier than she had ever seen him.
"I was looking for your clothes…"
"In my army trunk?" His voice bordered fury- barely controlled rage.
Glancing down at her hands guiltily. The small brown notebook lay open in her hands.
"Your medal fell- and I- I saw it..." She stumbled among her words like she was drunk. Her mind swiftly tried to realign her thoughts so that they made sense.
The vast expanse that was her vocabulary went completely blank.
Nothing.
Booth tilted his head, scowling at her with a look of slight incredulity. He shook off the initial shock of her looking through his private things- the thing that was original source of anger replaced it.
"I sent you for a work shirt and a pair of jeans, two hours ago. Why didn't you call?"
He knew that she was telling the truth when her eyes widened at his words- she threw back her sleeve and glanced at her watch.
"I had no idea-" She glanced on either side of him. "Where is Parker?"
He strode up to her- swiftly helping her to her feet.
"I called Angela- she and Hodgins are at the house with him now." He grimaced again. "What have you been doing?"
He wanted to take her and shake her- she needed to know what it did to him when he couldn't find her.
She lifted the notebook to attention.
His eyes lit with something that she almost feared.
"Did you read it?"
She nodded- her science rushing up to protect her from the fear that was starting to experience.
"Who is Parker?"
"He was a friend." His abrupt answer should have signaled her to stop- but as usual, Temperance Brennan ignored the things that regular people generally noticed.
"Is he the friend that you named your son after?"
"Yes. That Parker."
She frowned- glancing again at the small notebook in her hand.
"Why don't you tell anyone about this?"
"Cause it's not important."
"But you're a hero."
He flushed- angry red spots dancing on his cheeks.
"I am not a hero."
She smiled, attempting a charm smile.
"Yes you are." She shook the book gently under his nose. "Your friend knew it just like I know it."
Booth's face didn't light up like it usually did when she complimented him- it grew darker, like a large thundercloud.
Although a thundercloud wasn't how she would have described him- that was more up Angela's alley. Dr. Brennan probably would have said he was experiencing a fit of ague.
"My friend died, because of my heroics. And don't ever call me a hero."
"Why are you so averse to praise Booth?"
"Because I am a loser Bones. You're thinking it- I'm just putting it into words."
He was speaking- and furiously stuffing clothes into a small bag.
"But Booth-"
He wrenched the book from her hand and threw it into the trunk, slamming the lid shut and throwing it into his wardrobe- it banged against the back of the closet.
"Let's go Bones."
He strode to the bedroom door- holding it open impatiently.
She stood- stubborn and pregnant- in front of the large wooden wardrobe. Her face was the very picture of anger.
"No."
He had heard it often enough from her- he shouldn't have been surprised.
His Bones was her own woman- no doubt about it. But this time- this time she should have listened.
"Not until you explain to me what's going on."
"You won't understand." He fanned the door gently- trying to get her to take a hint.
She ignored his hint- stolidly occupying the center of the room with no intention of leaving.
"I can't understand" She replied icily. "If you won't attempt to explain. That is proven scientifically."
"Science." He roared. "Some things in life have no place in science."
He stormed out the door without another word- his bag slung over his shoulder.
Angela smiled down at the sleeping boy on the couch.
Hodgins sat- glued to the TV, fascinated by the phenomenon that was Spongebob Squarepants.
Parker had giggled gleefully through about ten minutes of the show- but he was nodding off by the end of the first section.
She stroked his curls- his face pale from the flu.
Seizing her notepad that she always carried with her- she began to sketch the sleeping face. Details and lines unfolded with every stroke of her pen.
She was surprised to hear Jack begin to giggle next to her- his face was childish and happy.
"Spongebob, Hodgy?" Said she, laughing with him.
He grinned back- his eyes smiling into hers.
"It's all about slime and various buggy things. It's pretty much a show about my life."
"You have Nickelodeon at your house too Jack."
He smirked.
"It may be my new favorite." He replied seriously
The door slammed- Parker stirred slightly.
"They're home."
He chuckled- she added shading over the boy's brow in the picture.
"Sounds like they had fun." Hodgins added- his eyes gleamed a deep blue.
Brennan swept past the small group in the living room and slipped into her room- she almost slammed the door; noticed Parker sleeping and then carefully shut the door behind her.
Booth stalked in- plopping himself down into the plush chair to the left of the TV.
The yellow sponge laughed about something in the show. The room was silent.
Angela- undaunted by her favorite couple's newest issue- spoke first.
"Where was she?"
Booth's eyes barely lifted to her, he was staring unseeing at the Television.
"My place."
Angela grimaced,
"She was still there? I thought you said she left hours ago."
His lips pressed into a thin line.
"She did leave hours ago."
The artist pressed on
"What was she doing?"
His face contorted.
"Digging into things that she should have left alone."
Hodgins slid his hand into Angela's.
It was times like this that he was glad to have her.
"You two need to get a grip on this sulking like children stuff." She folded her notebook up- it snapped shut
"Parker took some flu medicine at 3:30- so he can't have any more until after 9:30; you can call me if you need anything." She pulled her hair back from her face while Hodgins made his way to the door. "Tell Bren if she needs anything just call."
Booth didn't react- just moved closer to his sleeping son and let out a long sigh.
November 4th
Temperance Brennan woke to the sound of a clock ticking loudly in her ear.
She frowned- trying to shrug off the bleariness that clouded her vision and her mind.
She registered the sound as her alarm clock.
But this wasn't her bedroom.
Her vision cleared suddenly. There was her alarm clock- it was wrong. Something was wrong.
It was counting backwards.
144:42:57…56…55…
It was dark all around. There was a tiny bit of light that made her eyes burn.
Where am I?
She knew the question was ridiculous and clichéd but this was something that she immediately thought.
The answer was not there.
"Hello Dr. Brennan."
That voice. She didn't know it. There was no familiarity to it.
"Who are you?" She called into the darkness- there was a cold spot of metal at her ankle, she realized that she was chained to a concrete wall. A cursory glance confirmed that there was no way that she could get away.
"My name is Jonas Farsin." The light was in her face, he was standing behind the light. His silhouette was barely distinguishable from the darkness around him. "You don't know me- you do know my girlfriends. Or at least the last one. Her name was Jacqueline Disimar."
Images flashed, months ago. Las Vegas. One of the most brutal cases that she had ever worked on.
The problem was- there were two sets of DNA on the young woman. Two men. Only one was in the system. His name was Karl Hainey.
He had been hiding since they had found the young woman's decaying body hanging from a light pole.
They found him- he had jumped out and attacked Bones when they finally tracked him to his lair. Booth had shot him through the head as soon as he made an advance on Bones. The man was dead before he knew what happened to him.
It had been a disgusting place, apparently the setting where many brutal murders had taken place.
There were things in there that neither Brennan nor Booth would ever speak about again.
"You remember then?" His voice was disgusting. It evoked shivers down the anthropologist's spine. He had read her face easily. "Then you will remember my partner Karl."
He allowed this so sink in.
"You're the other DNA donor on Disimar's body."
He laughed.
"You are as smart as they say."
"You were the one that got away."
He was the reason that she and Booth had gotten drunk- he was the monster still on the loose.
"What do you want?" Although she was already formulating an idea of what he wanted.
"I want your partner to feel the pain that I felt." His voice cracked, but she felt no sympathy. "Karl was my best friend! And your partner-'" She heard a paper rustle. "Special Agent Seeley Booth, he shot my friend like an animal."
Jonas Farsin stepped around the light, allowing himself to be seen.
He was very tall, taller than Booth. Average build, sandy blonde hair- and eerie grey eyes. They burned with rage and grief.
"Your friend attacked me." She calmly stated "Booth acted to defend me."
"You were coming to arrest him. He panicked! That does not give your partner the right to kill him."
He had nothing in his hands, and was careful to stay out of range of her chains.
There was something else in his presence, he was not crazy.
This made him more dangerous in her opinion.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to make him pay."
Booth yawned as he pushed the small white disc on the elevator wall. The yawn was more of a sigh.
She was still angry with him- and if he were to admit it. He was still angry with her.
Their team was strained and distant, they rarely spoke to one another, and they just worked together.
He hated this- he missed her. He assumed that she missed him.
She didn't let him in- he yanked the key out of his pocket, angrily jamming it in the keyhole.
The door swung open.
His heart thudded in his chest- not out of fear, out of worry.
Drawing his gun from his holster, he slipped into his apartment.
The first thing he saw was Angela, slumped against the wall in the hallway.
He checked out the rooms to make sure they were safe- then knelt next to his friend.
Massaging her wrists until she came to.
The artist moaned-
"Bren-"
"Ssh- Ang, wait until you wake up."
She moaned again- smearing some blood at the corner of her lip. She was also bleeding from her forehead and there was a sizeable bump where she had been attacked.
He easily lifted her- laying her gently on the couch.
He had to find Bones.
But he didn't. She was nowhere to be found.
Angela was more lucid when he came back.
He slipped his phone out of his pocket- dialing 911
"Yes- I need an ambulance here at…" He rattled off her address from memory.
"Thank you."
He hung up the phone.
The next call was to Hodgins.
The load of expletives that followed his information was completely expected.
He said that he would meet them there; instead, Booth talked him into meeting them at the hospital.
"Angela- they are coming to get you." His tone was careful, even though the panic on the inside was slowly killing him. "I need you to tell me what happened."
Her eyes rolled wildly, she was having trouble focusing.
"Booth?"
"Yes, Ang it's me Booth" He was trying to be patient, but it was starting to become a problem.
"Booth- you have to help her. He took her."
"Who- Angela? Who took her?"
"He said he knew you- back from when you were a sniper. Brennan let him in, she told him you'd be back soon, then he- he hit me when she was in the other room. And that's all I remember-"
She was starting to pass out again.
"Angela- I need a name- a name Angela!"
The artist was trying to remember- trying to stay awake.
"He said his name was Jonas…he said that he wanted to talk to you"
She passed out again, and the EMT's were suddenly there.
He stood- numb to the world where he watched the medical men tend to her.
He rode to the hospital- his face was drawn and tight. Both of the EMT's asked him if he was Okay before they got to the hospital.
Hodgins was there- his face a multitude of worry,
"It's just a bump to the head-" Booth said immediately, trying to calm the frantic scientist. "She's going to be alright."
Hodgins was terrified, but he calmed with the sight of the formidable FBI Agent.
"Where's Dr. Brennan?"
"She's gone."
Jack stopped- they weren't allowed into the area where Angela was being checked out. They were stopped at the doors- so they both stood there, staring through the tiny glass porthole.
"Where?"
Booth shook his head- rage and complete uselessness overcoming him.
"I don't know- Angela said something about a man- she wasn't very clear…" Booth gulped air. Running fingers through his hair. "I-I- I think she may have been kidnapped."
Hodgins' eyes widened.
"Oh my- By who?"
Booth shook his head
"All I know is Jonas. She said his name was Jonas."
The boy walked through the door of the FBI- looking down at the manila envelope in his hand.
The man at the desk smiled at the smallish courier.
"Where ya bound?"
The boy read the package again.
"Special Agent Seeley Booth?"
The deskman nodded- reaching out for the package- the courier relinquished it easily. The man who had given it to him was creepy- he was glad to be rid of it.
The deskman signaled a security guard, he gave him instructions.
Booth was sitting at his desk- head in hands.
It had been almost 24 hours since she went missing.
Angela was just barely able to think straight. She said that she would help- said that she would draw the man that came to the apartment that night.
But it was still too early.
Booth hadn't slept since she'd gone missing.
The guard brought the yellow manila envelope in. Dropping it on his beautiful desk.
"Kid brought a package in for you."
"Thanks Seave."
The guard nodded and left.
Booth didn't recognize the handwriting.
He carefully, tiredly opened the envelope.
Two plastic baggies fell out- along with a typewritten piece of paper.
Booth stared mindlessly at them.
There were lengths of auburn hair in one baggy- a CD in the other.
The letter lay open, he didn't need to touch it.
Dear Agent Booth,
It read- the typing was unfamiliar.
I have your partner.
Booth's heart stopped.
I want revenge on you, and I figured out that the only way to easily get to you was to go after her.
The hair and CD should be proof enough that I have her.
If you ever want to see her again, you will come to the Jeffersonian at 11:45 on Thursday night. You can have your team verify the proof that I sent you, but don't tell them about our little meeting.
The note wasn't signed- nor was there any other sign of who it was from.
The hair was her color. He knew her hair- he slipped the CD into his computer. Carefully, without touching it.
The computer hummed gently. He resisted the urge to throw it into the wall.
His attention was quickly distracted by Bones' pale face showing up on the screen.
She looked strong. Defiant.
"Tell him Temperance."
Rage roiled through him, this sicko was talking to her as if he knew her- he strained to find some sort of similarity in the voice- but it was muffled. Nothing.
She looked directly at the camera; he could see the fear in her eyes, there was also a trace of tears, although he knew that she wouldn't let them fall from her eyes. Not in front of the man who held her captive.
"Booth-" She said carefully, slowly. "This man- he wants you to meet him. He wants revenge for the Disimar case. He wants you to meet him at the Jeffersonian or he says he's going to hurt me- don't do it Booth! He's-" She screeched suddenly at the Camera, the camera was muted- and a dark shape moved across in front of the camera.
He moved away from the camera- Bones was still yelling- but the huge, red smear across her face was tell-tale enough, that monster had slapped her. Hard enough to leave a slight bruise. The captor then gagged her- and unmuted the camera.
"You don't want her- or her children to die do you? Her life- is in your hands."
The voice was taunting- the man was enjoying this.
"It's your decision Agent Booth. Choose wisely"
The screen went blank- Booth sat there. Numb- he was her only chance.
He pulled the drawer open- depositing his badge and the keys to his SUV in the small drawer in his desk- he chambered the bullet in his handgun.
Chin set in grim determination he left the J. Edgar Hoover building without looking back.
Hodgins smiled slightly as Booth strode through the hospital room door- but his smile quickly faded when he saw this friends face,
Hodgins had only seen Booth with this particular expression twice before. And both times had equaled the FBI Agent threatening someone's life.
This was vigilante face-
"Hey man-" He began tentatively, but Booth clearly had something on his mind- he cut in immediately.
"Where's Cam?"
Hodgins frowned.
"She was here a minute ago dude- she just left for work, why?"
Booth swore angrily.
"I need you guys to work on something for me- as a favor to help me find Bones."
Hodgins perked up instantly.
"Why as a favor? Isn't this an FBI led case?"
Booth blanched, then shook his head.
"The bureau doesn't know. And I plan to keep it like that."
Hodgins grinned excitedly.
"So the G-man sticks it to the man I like it-"
"Hodgins I need you to focus. The kidnapper made a demand- he's an old enemy. He sent me a piece of her hair and a CD. It's proof that he has her. However, I need you to see if you can get anything off the envelope that it was sent in- or whatever it is that you guys do."
"What are you going to be doing?"
"Getting information."
Hodgins watched the FBI Agent grow slightly uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?"
"I need a car."
"Now that is something I can help you with."
Ok, so sort of a cliff hanger- Booth going AWOL and all that jazz.
i'm guessing two more chapters- finally i figured out how thse things were going to end *Hoorah*
Review and make me even more happy- any questions or corrections are welcome.
Also, Hero in the Hold was fabulous. The mermaid shaped charge was hilarious.
The next chapter should be soon... haha reviews make me write faster just FYI :-P