Chapter 9
Wayne Frette peered anxiously down at the young woman who lay unconscious before him, his dog Misty whined briefly and chuffed at him pleadingly, almost as if to say "come on…help her".
Misty lay in the gravel road, her head resting in her paws, looking mournfully at the young woman. He'd never seen her act this way towards anyone. She was normally so shy, and quiet especially around strangers she didn't know.
Wayne had noticed it was quite cool and breezy outside for what the young woman was wearing, despite her jacket. He didn't want her to catch a chill, on top of everything else she'd been through, so he'd slipped his orange hunters jacket off, and draped it over her, and removed his gloves and put them under her head. How in the world had she stumbled out here anyway? There were not very many people who lived down this road, only himself, Mrs. Rogne's son, and then old Mrs. Bouffleur at the end of the road, 5 miles out. They were all several miles apart, and this wasn't exactly an area hikers tended to go, maybe thing young woman was seeing Adam? He wondered, and pushed the thought aside, it was none of his business. He'd be sure and voice his suspicious to this Booth fella though.
Wayne absently stroked Misty's soft grey fur, his right hand pressing the cell phone to his ear. Finally the connection was made, and the other end began to ring. Wayne sighed a sigh of relief, thank goodness it was ringing. After a few rings, a male voice picked up.
"Booth" the male voice said shortly
"Uh…Agent Seeley Booth?" Wayne questioned uncertainly
"Yes, can I help you sir?" this Booth person sounded irritated
"Well I hope so. My name is Wayne Frette, I live 'bout 20 miles out of DC on Five Mile Creek Road, right off of highway 65, and well…I guess I found your card on a lady here, thing is…-" Wayne was suddenly cut off by the Agent abruptly
"What does she look like? Brownish auburn hair? Fair complexion?" questions shot out at him one after another, leaving Wayne no room to answer
"Why yes, that 'bout describes her to a T – thank goodness! you need to get out here right quick young man, she's unconscious, and if I may say, not lookin' so good either" Wayne advised Agent Booth
"Okay, thank you, an ambulance is on the way, and I will be out there personally also to ask a few questions Mr. Frette" and the Agent had disconnected.
Wayne Frette disconnected his cell phone, and slipped it into the front pocket of his flannel. He stared down at the young woman; concern etched across his face as he tucked a strand of hair that was across her eyes behind her ear and waited.
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Agent Seeley Booth hurried out to his SUV and quickly started the engine and gunned the engine out of the lot. Bones was found. He sent silent thanks up that his prayers were answered and she was alive. He was planning on meeting the ambulance where she was, he knew he could just as well meet it at the hospital, and send agents out to interview the man who'd found her, but he HAD to see her with his own eyes for himself.
He speed dialed Angela and gave her the news to let the rest of the squints know. Angela wanted to meet at where she was found too, but Booth told her no, he'd call her and let her know what was happening. She was crying, and he felt a pang of guilt at how short he was with her, but he also knew Hodgins would comfort her.
How the hell had she wound up out there? He wondered to himself silently, his fingers gripped around the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles were white. He ground his teeth as he drove, making his jaw ache, and effectively eliminating what was left of his tooth enamel. He'd give just about anything for an antacid right now.
He knew he had to calm down, so he reached over and turned on the stereo, hoping some music would help. "Hot Blooded" by Foreigner came blaring out of the speakers of the SUV. He swore, and quickly turned it back off again.
Booth pressed the accelerator and flipped the switch to turn on the lights. He didn't want to miss the ambulance. He should have asked if she was injured, he thought to himself angrily.
What if she was bleeding? Why was she unconscious? Did she hit her head? Drugged?
He gulped, as the next thought occurred to him, in a coma?
He shook his head briefly and reminded himself what Bones always told him, "Don't jump to conclusions". He tried to keep dark thoughts from entering his mind, and instead concentrated on what he was going to do when he found out who was responsible for this.
End this chapter
A/N: Okay – you know what to do – time to review and tell me you are out there reading this! –R-