Teddy, The Annoying Ghost
Calls- So, here we are, with Booth gone and a very VERY upset Brennan. Now, Enter Agent Perotta (Whats her first name, by the way? If you know it, comment it, please :0) ). This calls for some Catfights and competition, right?
You had better beleive it!
Read.
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"What I don't understand," Agent Perotta scrutinized the yellow note in front of her. "Is why the hell this guy wants the Epps evidence. The guy is dead, right?"
"Epps is definately dead." Brennan shuddered inside, just from that terrible memory. "Maybe it's a relative, or something."
In fact, Brennan had a good idea on why this guy wanted the evidence. He was trying to mimic Epps, lead the FBI into thinking Epps was magically resurrected like that Jesus guy from the Christian Quaran, or Bible, or something of that sort that Booth was always referring to. Brennan was under too much stress to think of the actual name for the book at the moment, but she didn't care. A book is a book, right?
Brennan had already decided from the moment Perotta put one leather heel on the pavement that she was not going to give any scientific evidence to her. She was going to figure this one out all by herself, and with no help at all from the Blond Bitch. And when Temperance Brennan has her mind set, she sticks to the plan.
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Booth woke up around an hour after his attack to a dark room. He was bound to a chair, with ropes cutting into his legs and chest area. he ad never felt so helpless in his life.
"Hello?" Nothing. "Hello?!"
His yells echoed right back to him. He was alone. Completely alone.
But where?
At that second, he heard a slight, beating beep noise, sounding just like a heart beat. And then it struck him.
He was tied to a bomb.
Shit.
He began to thrash within the ropes. All of a sudden, a very familiar voice came out of the dark.
"Need some help, Sarge?"
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"Excuse me." Brennan not-so-gently shoved Perotta out of the doorway to the van. She pulled some latex gloves out of her purse and pulled them on, anxiously waiting to thoroughly examine the note. She carefully picked it up, and turned it to and from the light. She then realised something was written on the back.
"Call 1 970 555 7490."
Bingo.
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"Teddy?" Booth could not believe what he was seeing, or rather, hearing.
"In the flesh." They both cracked up from the irony of the statement.
"But, aren't you pissed at me? Just a day, or days, I don't know, ago, you were sitting on my bedside, pretending to be High School Musical starring the Grudge."
"Well, I can't be mad at you now, can I? You basically looking death in the face, unless your girlfriend can help you..."
"And she will. I trust Bones." He didn't bother to correct Teddy; he kind of like Bones being called his girlfriend. And it wasn't like he was seeing anyone, either.
"I do too. She loves you, Sarge."
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"Perotta! Your phone, now." Brennan had said with 'Now' with a slight bark, sounding more like a Sargent than a Anthropologist.
"Why mine? You have one, too!'' None the less, Perotta pulled out her phone and handed it to Brennan. Only when it was secure inside her hands would she answer.
"In case it blows up, of course. Mine has too much info to lose." Perotta immediately regretting giving in to Brennan's plan. All she could do was just hope that ot wouldn't burst into flame. Brennan dialed the number, pressing the speaker phone button and practically throwing it on the seat when she pressed send.
After one ring, the answering machine picked up, no huge explosion included.
"Hello. This is the Black Hole. Enjoy the message. Agent Booth is still alive. Goodbye." The message sounded just the ones the gravedigger used to send.
"That's it? What the hell?" Perotta yelled at the phone. God, Brennan thought. That woman could be so retarded at times. She wasn't going to ruin her plan, so she just let it be.
"Perotta, send it back to the Jeffersonian, now. They'll know what to do with it." Brennan waved her hand in a 'shoo-shoo' way.
"Dr. Brennan, if you know something I don't, you need to tell me. It will help the case." Brennan smirked to herself.
"I know nothing." She smiled, and hopped in her car, heading right over to the Jeffersonian.
She then realised she couldn't do this by herself. She didn't have the people skills required.
She needed someone human-feeling-savvy to help her out.
She needed Sweets to help her out.
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A/N-
Hope I did okay with the whole two completely different stories shin-dig. Please comment. As you can tell, some humor, and not all angst was inserted into this chapter.
Expect more soon.
Comment, especially if you know Perotta's first name.
THANKS!
-W