'Get your hands off of her!' Booth cried, gun in front of him, eyes burning with rage.
The masked man raised his hands, eyes torn between fear and confusion at the agent's arrival.
'Get up and move to the side slowly. And then I want you on the floor with your hands on the back of your head!'
The man complied, and Booth found himself watching the man complying out of the corner of his eye, devoting most of his attention to looking for any signs of life from Brennan's body. Once the man was safely on the floor he stepped forward and made sure the man was unarmed.
As he checked the man's coat he leaned forward and said in a heated whisper, 'If she isn't okay, I swear to you that you'll wish you were never born,' and then he stood up, turning back to his team, 'Alright; get the rest of this place swept. And get some paramedics in here asap!'
Duties sufficiently allocated for the moment, he raced towards his fallen partner. He tried to ignore the blood that seemed to be everywhere and searched instead for her beating heart and breathing chest. He sighed in relief when he felt her life beneath him, and was trying to find the source of blood when he heard the click of a gun being cocked.
He looked back to see another man, eyes frantic behind his mask, the gun in his hand making trembling sweeps of the room.
'Nobody move! I ain't afraid of using this!'
Silence greeted his words. Had Booth not been so close to Brennan and afraid of compromising her safety he would have already been acting. As it was, he stayed as still as possible, only shifting a little to try and conceal Bones' motionless form.
'Now, you're gonna give me what I want, and then I'm gonna walk away from this, no problem, past all your men... or else there will be some problems.'
More silence, until one of the officers broke the tension, 'And what, exactly, is it that you want?'
The gun turned towards the voice, but the officer held his ground. 'I tell you what; how about we just stick to good old money, hey? Plain and simple: you get me five million bills - mixed serial numbers please - and I'll get out of your way. Sound like a plan?'
The officer growled at him, feeling a little braver due to the fact that he hadn't yet been shot, 'And where do you propose that I get this money from?'
The gun stayed steady on the agent, but the gunman was starting to lose his cool, 'You're going to get on that damn radio of your and let your men outside know my demand. Then they're going to answer with a 'yes, sir, right away,' I'm going to get my money, and then I'm getting outta here.'
'How much of an idiot are you? You don't seriously think that you'll make it out of here with that kind of plan, do you?'
The man's eyes narrowed and his gun arm stiffened, 'Are you seriously insulting me? Because I seem to be holding you at the barrel of my gun, not the other way around... and I know that you'd prefer the latter.'
Booth could feel his muscles tensing as the conversation escalated; he wanted to shut the officer, to be the one making the stand, but he couldn't move or speak quickly enough to not be noticed. That and Brennan's safety was still paramount in his mind. Booth was so focused on the situation in front of him that he missed the movement underneath him until he felt something cold and hard press into his leg. After nearly jumping out of his skin in surprise he glanced down to see a gun had been pushed up against his leg by a small, bloody hand.
He looked up sharply and met Brennan's half-opened eyes. She seemed to be trying to gather breath to speak and he reached out to cover her mouth, quickly preventing her from catching any attention. After indicating she should be silent by pressing his finger to his own lips and receiving a nod - well, her feeble attempt at a nod - he picked up the weapon and aimed it.
The invader was yelling now, 'Fuck you! I'm sure that someone else will get me the fucking money you fool!'
And two deafening gunshots echoed through the room.
Okay, hope that was enjoyed! I know that it was kind of cliffish (okay, really cliffish, but I'm sure that I'm not that unpredictable), but please bear with me! I just have a ton of things that I'm trying to update and publish; I've been doing a lot of writing(during class while my profs aren't looking, haha), but I haven't had a lot of time to type/proof/post. More Brennan and Booth to come next chapter; promise!
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