Title: Six Bodies in the Pasture
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all of it is from the creators of Bones and even Bellisario, I've borrowed some of the ideas I've taken from...Thanks to those who create Bones. In all my stories, the heroine is always LEFT handed. . .just a warning.
Chapter Two: Night at the General
"Bones!" Booth whispered running towards his best friend. He was followed by the deputy director of the FBI and the sheriff.
The pair landed on the ground with a thud and an inaudible crack. "Zack! Are you alright?" Brennan asked breathing hard, the adrenalin running fast through her veins.
Zack ran his hands down his face, to his arms and legs, checking for any lacerations, abrasions or contusions. "I think so, you saved me!" He cried. "Are you alright?"
She pulled herself off of the young doctor, softly hissing as she placed the pressure on her left wrist, and nodded in response. "Bones! Zack!" Said Booth reaching the two scientist, primarily his partner who was still sitting on the ground. "Are you alright?"
Both nodded as someone screamed in the distance, catching the attention of the FBI agent. "Booth, you've got to get out of there!" Called Cullen from a distance. "The tree caught on fire." All three looked up at the canopy of leaves and their attention ran to the tree that nearly ended Zack's life. Sure enough the tree had caught fire, quickly spreading to the next tree.
"The remains!" Cried Bones, turning around to try to recover what she could.
"No!" said Booth, grabbing her right hand and giving Zack a push away from the grove of trees as Agents worked to put out what they could. The rain had made it easier to control, but branches were falling left and right. Booth pulled his partner farther away from the scene as the thunder roared over head.
As they approached a safe distance from the grove, Booth stopped to inspect the damage done to his partner. The moonlight didn't give much, but from the feel of his left hand, her right hand was bleeding profusely. Booth took off his over shirt and applied pressure onto the bleeding hand, gaining a hiss from the woman. Zack found his flashlight turning it on, to aid in the inspection of what was wrong with his ex-advisor.
When the light scaled her form, Brennan was cradling her left arm to her chest. "Dr. Brennan, did you do something to your arm?" asked Zack, removing his jacket.
"Nothing, I'm fine." She said, she was shivering. First signs of shock, and Zack placed his jacket around her shoulders to keep her warm. "The remains won't be though."
"We got two of the bodies out, plus half the fragmented one." Said Zack, "The fifth one we found before the tree fell is the only. . . ." He was trying to calm her, but stopped when Booth glared at him.
"You found another one?" He asked, as the flashing lights from an ambulance could be seen in the night air. He was looking at Brennan's bleeding hand trying to pull out all of the splinters of wood that had made home in her hand when she landed on the ground.
"Yeah, female about four to eight months." Said Brennan, hissing in pain as Booth pulled out a large piece of wood out of the hand. "God Booth."
"Sorry, Bones. Its got to come out." He said pulling the last piece out. "All finished." He wrapped it tightly with his shirt, trying to add pressure to it.
She bit her lip, to stop from crying out as the EMT's made their way to the trio. The older male walked over to Booth. "My name is Jason Rather, is it alright if I help you, Mrs. . ." He said, he had a southern accent that matched his bulky build.
"I'm fine." She said, trying to be polite. "Its Dr. not Mrs."
Booth shook his head. "She needs stitches in this hand, and her other wrist might be broken." He said with a sigh.
"And she is showing classic signs of hypovolemic shock: tremors, irritability, and blood loss." Said Zack, in a worried voice.
The EMT looked between Booth and Brennan who began a glaring contest. "Please Bones, your arm is broken." He said softly.
"Fine, I'm not going by ambulance." She said, beckoning him to question her. She was probably the most stubborn person on the face of the planet. For a fact, as Booth knew it, she was the most stubborn person.
"Alright." Said Booth with a sigh, leading her and Zack to his car. He looked to the EMT, gave a nod of thanks. "Will you call the hospital and tell them we are on our way?"
EMT Jason Rather nodded and gave a look of pity. "You're a brave man, sir." He said in a small voice. It wasn't that he was scared of the woman, he admired his patience with her. He watched as the agent's hand move to the small of her back, before helping the independent woman into the vehicle.
It didn't take long for them to reach Washington General, and they were greeted with two doctors, some nurses and a stretcher. Attacking Brennan with a non-rebreather mask, flowing pure oxygen into her body. With all of the attention, and things placed in her face, was too much for Brennan to handle. She started to panic. With the best she could, she started to fight the doctors who simply had their hands on her upper arms and with her bloody hand, it landed in the nose of one of the nurses. She screamed Booth's name, pulling the mask off her face.
Booth shoved his way into the crowd. "Back up, let me calm her down." He said, the doctors didn't need telling twice. "Temperance. . ."He said placing his hand on her neck, begging her eyes to meet his. "Look at me, Temperance." Her eyes found their way to his. "Breath, and calm down a little."
She took a deep breath and buried her face into his chest. He sat awkwardly on the stretcher and the doctors and nurses took the two of them into the exam room. With her face in his chest, the doctors began their work.
When they got the bleeding under control and stitched up, they still had to deal with her broken arm. "Ms. Brennan, we need to get x-rays on your arm." Said the doctor, it was the first thing they had said in an hour. She nodded, her face leaving the security of Booth's chest.
"Bones, I'm going to take Zack home. I'll be back before your finished." He said firmly, worried that she would panic again.
"I'll be fine, Booth." She said, as they led her out of the room, but before she turned to the nurse she nearly broke his nose and muttered. "Sorry."
Booth returned to the hospital, some twenty minutes later. Finding that the doctors decided to keep her for the rest of the night, her left radius receiving the prognosis of an impact fracture from landing on it, whereas the right hand received eight stitches.
He opened the door softly, she laying on her back staring blankly at the ceiling. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked, shutting the door softly and walked further into the room.
"I feel like I'm floating." She responded, he raised his eyebrow. "Morphine."
He nodded and sat on her bed next to her, running his hand through her hair, her braid was taken out some time ago. "Maybe next time, I'll french braid your hair." He murmured.
She tried to chuckle. "I think you like my hair, more than I do." She yawned, she was fighting consciousness. "Damn pain medication."
Booth watched his partner losing the battle, she was desperately trying to win. "Just go to sleep Temperance. I'll be here when you wake up." He said playing with her soft hair.
"Thanks Booth." She whispered as sleep finally consumed her. He got off her bed and took the empty chair next to the bed and soon he also fell asleep.
Booth awoke the next morning with Cheerio's being thrown at him. When he looked up to the person assaulting him with cereal, Brennan was sitting up in the been with a smile playing at her lips.
"Hey." He said with a hoarse voice.
"Good morning." She said overly excited, taking a sip of the orange juice off of her tray through a straw. "Orange juice tastes so different through a straw."
Booth chuckled. "Your awfully cheerful this morning." Booth said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "And you haven't had any coffee this morning."
"It's the morphine, it drains me and then I'm on a high for awhile." She said her smile growing. "It's the release of endorphin's that. . ."
"I got it, Bones. No morphine for you." Booth said scooting his chair closer to her bed and started to pick off her feet. "Nothing better than hospital food when your sick, to make you better."
She made a face of disgust, when her cell phone began to ring from the bedside table drawer. Booth grabbed it and answered.
"Booth." He responded out of habit, gaining some cheerio's in his thrown at him from his partner.
"That's my cell phone." She whispered.
"Booth?" came the voice, belonging to Cam. "What are you doing with Dr. Brennan's phone?"
"We are Washington General, Bones couldn't reach her phone, or her hands can't work it." He said with a chuckle. She threw more of the small cereal at him. "Hey, quit it."
"My hands work perfectly well, thank you. Its my left radius that broken and a laceration on the other. The only handicap is the damn bandages." She defended.
"What happened exactly?" Asked Cam from the phone.
"We were recovering the bodies when a tree fell, she pushed Zack out of the way of the tree, cutting her right hand on a rock or something and she has an impact fracture on the left distal radius." He said as a mouthful, surprising Brennan, whose eyes grew wide. "God, I am turning into a squint."
Cam laughed. "Is that how you see us? You've been hanging out with Dr. Brennan too long Seeley."
"I know." He said, without adding that he didn't regret spending all that time with her.
"When will she be released?" asked Cam.
"Later this morning, I think. If not she's going to scream 'kidnap' out the window and walk out on her own accord."
"'She is still in the room and she knows that you are making fun of her." She said, her supply of cheerio's depleted, most of it on the floor.
Cam laughed again. "Good luck with that one Seeley, I'm going to need her help with identifying these victims..." started Cam.
Brennan dove for the phone, wrestling it from his hands the best she could in her 'condition.' "As soon as I get checked out and get a chance to change my clothes, I'll be there." She called into the receiver.
"No she won't, she needs to rest." Booth answered firmly. "Tomorrow is the earliest you can have her." and their glaring war began again.
"Am I disrupting something?" Asked the doctor from the doorway.
"Cam, I'll be there soon." She said hanging up the cell, and sticking her tongue out at the FBI agent. "Are you here to release me from this prison?"
"Yes, Ms. Brennan." Said the MD. "Though you have to take it easy, you lost a fair amount of blood."
"Only a pint and a half." she muttered, her glare moving from her partner to the doctor, only because he was siding with Booth.
"You can't get your cast wet, refrain from getting it wet as much as possible. No swimming, no dishes, and when you need to take a shower. . ." He went on. The doctor was treating her like a child, and she wasn't impressed.
Booth watched her reaction to being talked down to with slight amusement. She was about to explode, when he handed her the release papers, and when the morphine reminded her of its presence in her system, a giant grin spread to her face.
She took hold of the clipboard awkwardly in her right hand and struggled to hold the pen in her left. A chuckle escaped from Booths lips, and the glare returned to him. "Sorry, I forgot you were left handed." Said Booth taking the board, neatly signing Temperance Brennan on the line.
"I'll have a nurse bring over a pair of scrubs, your clothes are awfully bloody." The doctor added. "Then we'll have you wheeled out to your car. It was good to meet you Ms. Brennan."
"Its Doctor Brennan, I was born October 11, 1976. I am thirty years old, not twelve." She snapped. "I am a world renown forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian Institute. I've written two top sellers one the New York Times list."
The doctor looked at her aghast, saying nothing and left the room.
Booth started to laugh. "I'm not impressed, you held great restraint Bones. You held off longer than I thought you would."
"I'm not a child, I've don't things that he wouldn't even begin to dream about." she seethed. "And I've got two legs that work just fine, I'm not riding in a wheelchair."
They successfully checked out an hour later, what had taken any normal person twenty minutes, took the pair almost four times as long. The battle for hospital policy lost as Temperance Brennan walked out of the hospital, dressed in teal scrubs, a sling with matching bandages on the other hand. She was still coming off her morphine high, a slight spring in her step.
As they neared her apartment, her phone rang again. "Brennan." she said trying to hold her phone with her left hand which proved not to be a very smart decision, she winced in pain, causing Booth to grab the phone and hold it to her ear. "What? When did they find that?. . .. Oh God, I'm on my way." Booth pulled the phone away from her ear and turned it off.
"What?" He asked, looking at her.
"They found another body. That's six, Booth." She whispered, her eyes meeting his. He sharply turned the wheel, turning in the direction of the museum.