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Title: The Agent On the Run

Summary: Some things are just plain dangerous to know...

Genre: Drama/Romance/Mystery/Action/Suspense

Rating: T

Characters: Temperance Brennan, Seeley Booth, Angela Montenegro, Zach Addy, Parker Booth, and Jack Hodgins

Pairings: BB and Hodgela

'I wanna heal

I wanna feel

What I thought was neevr real...

...I wanna find somehting I wanted all along

Somewhere I belong...'

-Linkin Park, Somewhere I Belong

Booth awoke at five the next morning by the sound of his cell. It was not any ring he recognized and he groggily grabbed it. "Hello?"

"Well done, Agent Booth. You impressed me."

Booth rubbed his left eye. "Look, I don't know how long you plan on keeping this up, but--"

"But you have a lot to do. As you know, I have told you that I will find you no matters where you run."

Booth started getting clothes out of his bag.

"You've made it worldwide, Seeley Booth. You're wanted. Plastered all over the news for killing Agent Jones. You can run, Agent, but in the end, you will lose."

Click.

Booth stared at his phone, then quickly grabbed his bag after throwing his jacket on and snatching his cell and gun. He ran down the stairs in a brisk jog and into the lobby, where he checked out, returning the keys.

Hopping into the SUV, Booth drove out of the parking lot and headed into the direction of the thruway, shaking his head upon hearing Rebecca's ring tone on his cell.

"I told you not to call my cell! I told you not to call at all!" He slammed his hand on the steering wheel, then breathed deeply. "I told you not to call."

Temperance Brennan entered the Jeffersonian with a thousand questions running through her mind. Where was Booth? Why was he in trouble? And why couldn't he answer or talk on his cell?

"Sweetie, Bren!" Angela waved her over and Brennan oblidged. She found Zach Addy and Jack Hodgins behind her; all three were staring at the computer screen on Angela's desk.

"What's--"

"Sh, sh, shhh!" Hodgins shushed her and Brennan stood beside Zach. What she saw, she had not expected in the least.

Blared in bold lettering and scrolling on the bottom of the screen was Booth's name. The only picture they could have possibly found was posted above it and beside that were numbers to call, what car he had been driving and what he'd done.

"What...turn it up," Brennan tapped Angela's shoulder.

Angela did so and Brennan felt her eyes widen when she listened to the newscast woman.

"Apparently Special Agent Seeley Booth murdered Double Agent Ryan Jones in his home. Reports called in said that nobody has seen Agent Booth since the night of the alleged murder. It is said to be that he is on the run in a black SUV..."

Brennan shook her head. "No. That's not right."

The three looked at her. "What's not right?" Zach asked.

"Booth called me last night. He couldn't tell me a lot, but he said he was in trouble..." She shook her head. "Something's not right. Something's--Booth wouldn't do that."

Angela nodded. "You're right. At least not without reason."

"Besides," Hodgins spoke up. "I thought he had trained a guy named Ryan Jones."

"He did," Brennan bit her lip.

Silence filled the room before Hodgins thought again. "He say where he was?"

Brennan shook her head. "He said he coudln't tell me." She thought. "Something's not right." She bit her thumb. "Somebody set him up."

"Who?" Zach gave her a look.

"That's what I don't know," she looked at him, then at Angela and Hodgins. "But I will find out."

Booth felt his eyes grow heavy. He was utterly exhaustd, yet had already drank three cups of coffee he had bought on his way out to keep him awake. Yawning, he shook his head, trying to get rid of the tiredness.

Rebecca had called twice, both times leaving a message. Booth had yet to listen to them, but knew she would be asking questions by the dozen. Questions he knew he couldn't risk answering.

"Stay awake, Booth, stay awake," he told himself at least half a dozen times. He couldn't afford to fall asleep at the wheel. It would just cause more trouble for him.

Pulling onto the highway, Booth pulled out his cell phone and plugged it into the charger, then plugged it into the DC outlet, setting the phone on the passenger seat. He then reached into his jeans' pocket and pulled out a granola bar, unwrapping it. Blinking back tiredness, he bit a chunk out of it and wished he could call Brennan. He glanced at the pictures stuck in the coin slot facing him. One was of Parker, the other was Brennan. He grinned slightly in spite of himself just thinking about them.

Booth turned on the radio a moment later andfurrowed his eyebrows when he listened.

"...Ex-Agent Seeley Booth has reportedly been said driving a black SUV off Interstate 34 and heading out of state."

"What?" Booth turned it up. "How did they--"

"If anyone spotes this vehicle, liscence plate BL54342..."

Booth lost track of the rest of the sentence. They had found him. Somehow and in someway. Those were the plates of his father's that he had put on before leaving. They had found him.

"How? I--" He closed his eyes and slammed his hand on the steering wheel. Now he'd have to improvise, trade, do something.

At that moment, his cell rang and he jumped lsightly. He flipped it open and stared straight ahead at the road. "Hello?"

"You are probably not surprised that I have everybody finding and looking for you."

Booth bit his lip. "What is it that you want from me? I can get it, whatever it is, I can-"

"Mr. Booth, I want no more compromises. I just want you to give up."

"You know I won't."

"You are defiant, Agent. Everybody who hears the broadcasts will be looking for your vehicle. You will be caught, make not of that, whether you give up or not."

Booth formed a plan in his mind that moment and looked around, pulling into a car dealership.

"Mr. Booth, if you keep running, you may just find the ones you love in deep trouble."

Booth stared at the photos of his son and partner as the dial tone rang through his ears. He hung up the phone, stuffed it and his gun in his duffel bag, and ran into the dealership with it and his jacket in hand.

"Hi, I need a car. Trading that black SUV. New 2007 and my payments have been made. I don't care how much it is, or what it is, I just need a car," Booth told a woman.

She looked at him. "How soon?"

"Now soon. Like right now."

Sighing, she got up. "I normally don't do this. We normally can't, but you seem like you're in a hurry, or in trouble, something. But all I need from you to do this is your name and the money for the car. I won't even ask for personal information."

Booth grinned. "Parker David and I as sure can buy a car today in five minutes at the most."

"Follow me and don't tell anybody."

Booth grined madly, speeding the highway in a silver and black Mini Cooper. He was well on his way and heading into North Carolina. It had only taken twenty minutes to get the car trade thanks to the young girl who'd helped him out. And although he was happy about everything for the moment, he knew that his elation would be short-lived with one simple phone call.

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