I've been sick all week, so I decided to work on this story a little more. Sorry if you don't like it, I'm just really sleepy.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it unfortunately.
Booth paced impatiently in front of the glass doors. A soft swooshing sound could be heard followed by a quiet bang. However, he was too lost in his thoughts to realize he was triggering the doors to automatically slide open and closed. Ladies in the waiting room were annoyed at the commotion and glared in Booth's direction.
A dark, black BMW pulled up to the curbed. The roar of the engine came to a halt as the driver stepped outside. Booth couldn't believe he did this. Why on earth would he call…? Before he could finish his thought, the passenger door swung open and Angela popped out with a smile plastered across her face.
"We're here," she sang, spreading her arms as if she was waiting for a hug.
"Sweets! I only called you," Booth screeched.
"I thought they could help," Sweets shrugged nonchalantly.
"They?"
The back two doors of the car opened and Hodgins and an uncomfortable looking Zach hopped into view.
"You thought I would miss this?" Hodgins said excitedly.
"I ask you for one thing, only one thing." Booth stalked towards Sweets with his finger pointing accusingly at the shrink's chest. "Isn't there such a thing as patient confidentiality?"
"Yes, but you never said you wanted help from the shrink me."
"What else would I want from you?" Booth roared into his face.
"Help from the friend me?" Sweets backed away from the vicious man in front of him.
"Friend? Since when have we been friends?" Booth sounded completely bewildered and perplexed. Sure, Sweets helped him out a time or two, but were they friends? Booth didn't think so, but apparently Sweets did.
"Alright, enough already!" Angela's small, but stern voice rang through the air. "Can we just get started already?!"
"Fine." Booth and Sweets huffed.
"Yes!" Hodgins sounded like a kid in a candy story.
"Do I have to come? Logically it would make sense if," Zach began another scientific speech that no one actually listened to.
"Yes, you have to come. Booth and Brennan are finally going to get together," Angela squealed while clapping her hands and dancing in a little circle.
"Ang, calmed down," Hodgins laughed.
No one even noticed, but Booth began to tread around the building. His eyes roamed from the roof to the grass, until he spotted a small grate blocked by a bush. Pushing the plant to the side, Booth discovered the perfect way into the spa.
"Guys!" Booth yelled, but the team didn't hear him because they were still dancing and laughing. Rolling his eyes, Booth sprinted over to the noise and chaos. "Are you here to help or not?"
"Of course we are," Hodgins stated.
"Then come on." Booth made his way back to the grate, hoping that they would actually follow him this time, and they did.
"Awesome," Sweets practically drooled.
"Those vents will not hold all of us. The structure does not give the best support. Ideally, you would want…" While Zach was rambling, everyone else made their way into the tiny tunnel and began to crawl.
"Zach, will you get in already?" Hodgins questioned.
"But, it won't hold that much weight."
"Fine. I'm king of the spa then," Hodgins face lit up and he grinned like an idiot.
"No, I'm coming. I want to be king of the lab and spa," Zach stated matter factly.
From the front of their line came Booth's voice, "Zach, shut the grate behind you. We don't want to get caught."
"I think that's the last of our problems," Zach muttered under his breath.
Gradually the train of people trudged forward inch by inch. It was a wonder they weren't heard because they kept running into the metal sides and each other. Numerous times, Hodgins ran into Angela's rear end. In fact, he hit her so many times she was starting to wonder if it was on purpose.
"I think I see them," Booth came to a halt as her peered through the tiny cracks of the vent. Sweets ran into Booth, Angela into Sweets, Hodgins into Zach, and Zach into Hodgins. A small grunt escaped Booth's lips as he fell ungracefully onto his stomach. Once Booth fell, the chain reaction started again. The vent could only take so much until it… SNAP! The metal cracked in half and sent five flailing bodies to the floor.
They landed in one big heap. Angela was the first to emerge. She was coughing and wiping off plaster dust from her shirt and pants. Hodgins' hand shot up and waited for Angela to help him up. Grasping his hand, she yanked Jack to his feet. The rest of the men popped up momentarily.
"I knew it wouldn't hold our weight."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Angela and Hodgins screeched at the same time.
"I did! You wouldn't listen."
"This is all your fault," Booth yelled at Sweets.
"My fault?"
"It was just supposed to be us two, not the entire lab."
"You never said that! I thought I was being a good friend."
"Were not friends!"
"STOP IT!"
All five people stopped bickering and looked at a furious Brennan. Her robe was on and her hands were on her hips. Behind her Andrew looked utterly shocked.
"Bones, I can explain."
"Don't," she screamed and raised her hand in a halting motion.
"Sweets? Is that you? Did I do something wrong?," Andrew began. "I followed the directions word for word! See, look." Andrew held up a list of instructions that were being crossed out one by one.
Please review. They would make me feel a lot better especially after I go to the doctor! I hate the hospital :( I hope this chapter didn't disappoint. I appreciate you reading this story more than you would know. REVIEW, REVIEW, and REVIEW!