Brennan and the man stared at each other for a moment, both shocked at the sight of the other.
He snapped out of his stupor before she could rally her pain-clouded thoughts and leapt at her with a growl. She backed up instinctively, her uncoordinated limbs tangling and causing her to trip, landing hard on her back on the tile.
She had a moment to ponder on the fact that the ceiling outside of the bathroom was rather a nicer piece of architecture than the one inside before the man landed on top of her and she blacked out, the incessant ringing of her phone the last sound she heard.
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'Pick up, pick up, pick up!' Booth let out a frustrated sound, knowing that she wouldn't but not wanting to admit it.
He waited a moment longer before violently flipping the phone shut and jamming it into his pocket so hard the stitches would have ripped had his pants been any less expensive.
'Okay,' and he paused a moment for a heaving attempt at a calming breath, 'somebody go and get me a bulletproof vest. And then we're getting a team together and we're going in there now.'
The officers dispersed at his words, racing to prepare.
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It was the longest five minutes of Booth's life, but he eventually found himself with his back against the wall beside the glass entrance to the Jeffersonian, signaling his men to break in the door.
He was in before the battering ram pulled fully back, gun up and eyes scanning even before the shattered glass finished scattering onto the floor.
He waited impatiently for the police to secure the lower levels and main floors, knowing without a doubt that she would be upstairs; she was always above the main floor when she stayed late. He liked to pretend that she was waiting where he would first look for her, but in truth he knew that she was creeped out by her own private limbo. His lips almost rose in a smile as he realized that she would not only insist that he call it modular skeleton storage, she would also be confused as to exactly what the 'creeps' were.
He snapped himself out of his thoughts when an officer approached to inform him that they were ready to move in.
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The man had expected more fight out of Brennan, and had pounded his fist into her face before he realized she was already unconscious. He leaned back then, breathing heavily, waiting for the after-affects of the adrenalin surge to wane. He shifted a little, moving his weight off of her chest and onto her stomach, surveying the room; he wanted to put her out of the way and finish this. They had planned to have been done already, and his strained nerves were well past the breaking point.
Before he had found a suitable solution, though, there was a shout of 'police!,' the door slammed open, and he found himself face-to-face with one very, very pissed off FBI agent.
Okay, short, I know, and long overdue, but I have two days a week set aside for writing now, so I plan on updating much more regularly. Hope that you enjoyed this and I'll have another chapter up hopefully by the weekend.
Ciao, Moksgmol