The pain was sudden and sharp, burning in her stomach. The air in her lungs left in a slow exhale as she sank to the ground, the fight leaking out of her and pooling in a red puddle on the floor.
'Now are you going to stay the fuck out of our way?'
The voice was echoing and far away, as though she was almost asleep, and though she wanted to do nothing more than that she tilted her head back until she saw shoes and spat. She was displease with her poor aim, but even more upset with the pink tinge her saliva now had.
There was a curse and then something cold and metal hit her in the temple. She was suddenly on her back, the lights on the bathroom ceiling spinning dizzily above her before everything faded to black.
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Booth had been at home, making dinner, when the police scanner whooped. He didn't pay it much attention until he heard the Jeffersonian mentioned, but then he paused in what he was doing and turned up the scanner, listening intently.
'Requesting more police presence; we've had at least one shot fired.'
Booth dropped the knife he'd been holding in his mad race for the door.
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Brennan woke up to a massive headache and blood in her mouth. She slowly turned her head to the side, trying not to increase the pounding, and spat the coppery taste out until her mouth was dry. She then wiggled her toes and worked her way up, stopping with a gasp when she reached her stomach. Her fingers prodded the area, breaths shaking and tears of pain pricking at the corners of her eyes. She found the source of blood and felt a wave of nausea at the torn skin between her fingers.
She rolled onto her side, temple and ribs throbbing steadily beneath the pain she felt in her stomach, and she curled her knees up to her chest while she waited for her senses to realign. Once the agony had dulled to a reasonable level she opened her eyes, taking stock of the room around her.
She was still in the bathroom, and now she was thankfully alone. She slowly rolled onto her front, bringing her hands and knees underneath her, shakily pushing herself up. She slipped in the pool of blood that she was in, landing awkwardly on her elbow and pausing to catch her breath before pushing herself further up and making it halfway this time. She reached a steadying hand out to the wall, realizing that she wasn't going to be able to stand up and walk to the door. Instead she returned her hands to the wet, bloody tile and crawled until she reached the door. She was then able to reach up and use the handle on the door to pull herself up onto her feet.
The tears were ready to run down her cheeks but she held them back, trying to stop the tightening feeling in her chest that was a result of the tears. She leaned herself up against the wall beside the door, using her hand to twist open the handle. Holding open the door as she made her way through it almost defeated her, but soon she was out of the bathroom and resting up against the other side of the wall.
After catching her breath she checked to see that the hallway was empty before heading towards her lab. There was no way she could leave just yet: she had to make sure that her bones were alright.
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Booth swung his suv into the parking lot in front of the Jeffersonian, abandoning it haphazardly. He ran up to the police tape and flashing lights that were in front of the entrance, flashing his badge when an officer moved to intercept him.
'FBI! What's going on here? Now!'
'Not sure yet; we don't know if anyone's working late and we haven't had any contact with anyone inside. The fire alarm was pulled and the firemen showed up, but as they were about to enter they heard gunshots. So we were called and we've just secured the area.'
'And what are we doing now!?' Booth barely contained a shout, opting to give the officer a low, dangerous growl instead.
'We're sending calls out to all the employees, but-'
'Not good enough, I can tell you if she's there right now.' And Booth had his cell phone in hand, Brennan's number being typed out by his thumb, even though he knew that she wouldn't answer.
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Brennan jumped at the sudden noise, stopping her slow trek and pausing to catch her breath when she realized it was only her cell phone. Her heart rate picked up again though when she heard another person's shout.
Her heart stopped entirely when a masked man raced around the corner, attracted by the ringing of her phone.
That's all for now. Sorry it's so late... I've been swamped with school. Finished with my chem final though! Hopefully I passed, haha. Anywho hope that you enjoyed!
Ciao, Moksgmol