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Angela then noticed Brennan lying on the cement blood seeping from her shoulder.
"Booth!" Angela hollered.
At the sound of Angela's voice Brennan groggily pushed herself up into a sitting position. She had one arm wrapped around her ribs and the other hand on her shoulder trying to stop the flow of blood.
Booth turned around and sprinted back to Brennan saying,
"Bones are you okay?"
She swallowed and nodded taking her hand off her shoulder she said, "It's not deep."
"Jesus, anyone call an ambulance?"
The agents looked around and noticed no one had. Angela whipped out her phone and called 9-1-1. The agents seemed to be staring at something over her head. Turning she looked up the wall and saw a huge Z on the wall made by bullet fire.
Grunting in pain, she stated, "That is not a good thing."
Booth looked up and Angela questioned while snapping photos of the wall, "What a Z?"
Booth sighed out, "Los Zetas, they seem to be upset about Bolivar."
Agents had begun stepping near the wall. "Get back, you will contaminate the evidence," Booth barked.
Brennan nodded to her bag. "There are bags, gloves and pens in my messenger bag. Have the techs gather evidence. Hodgins watch them make sure they do it right please."
Hodgins nodded and snapped on gloves. Angela was taking shots of the wall and the surrounding area.
"Okay guys gloves, bags and pens are over here. Step up and get the evidence. Put one bullet in each bag and the number of the corresponding bullet in the Z. One starts here in the upper left corner."
Brennan looked at the forensic technicians and said, "This is why it is important to have a kit ready to gather evidence. It's easy to carry and always ready."
The technicians stepped forward and began snapping on gloves. The agents aimless shifted around behind them. The sirens were getting closer and everyone cleared out around Brennan. They wheeled the gurney up to her and began loading her up on to the gurney.
Booth turned to Hodgins. "Make sure the evidence stays with you. This is now an FBI matter local cops are not to take the evidence."
Hodgins nodded he turned back and noticed an agent stepping forward to the wall.
Hodgins stepped up to him and said with quiet authority, "Dude please step away from the evidence."
The agent quickly stepped back and walked off. Booth scooped up Brennan's bag leaving the evidence bags, gloves and pens behind and climbed in the ambulance with Brennan. Booth stood in the curtained area of the emergency room as they pulled the bullet out from just under the skin. She grimaced when they stuck the needle in near her shoulder to apply a local anesthetic.
When they had the bullet in the forceps, Booth told them to hold it like that. Reaching over he started digging in her bag he found a medium sized evidence bag and opened it. The doctor dropped the bullet in the bag and gave him a look. Pulling a pen out of his pocket, he quickly labeled it thinking to himself when did I learn to label evidence bags.
The doctor looked at them and stated,
"We have to report all gun shots to the local police so you'll have to wait for them to arrive."
Booth pulled out his badge, "Not necessary."
The doctor nodded and began probing at her ribs. She rolled her eyes, winced and told the doctor that recently she had cracked them and that they were bruised. She refused x-rays and waited for her discharge papers.
Booth's phone rang and he flipped it open,
"Booth. Yes sir. Yes sir. I'll have it set up. We will take care of it."
He hung up his phone and looked at Brennan.
"It looks like we will be working over time now. Cullen just made me special agent in charge of this investigation. He has put you in charge of all the evidence and the agents handling the evidence. On top of that, we are supposed to keep the conference going. I figure we can use the case as a show and tell."
Brennan groaned and rolled her eyes. She held out her hand and Booth put his in hers.
She laughed at him and said, "As nice as that is I need your phone."
He grinned sheepishly and handed her the phone. She picked through his contacts until she found Hodgins number.
She waited and Hodgins answered, "Hey Booth."
"No it's me," she told him.
"Hey Dr. B how are you Angela is worried sick," he told her.
To which she responded, "I am fine. We are taking over the investigation. Can you make sure the evidence does not get contaminated please?"
His reply was automatic, "Sure Dr. B. What about tomorrow?"
She updated him with what was going on, "The conference is to continue it would seem we are playing show and tell with this case. Even though I don't know what that means."
"Got it we will see you tomorrow," he said and disconnected the call. She hung up the phone and looked up as the doctor walked in. He put her arm in a sling and told her to leave it in the sling for twelve hours minimum to allow the wound to begin to heal. He handed her papers to sign as well as a set of instructions. Booth pushed her wheel chair out to the lobby and they saw an agent waiting for them.
He held out a set of keys and said, "I was instructed to turn these over to you and have you drive me to the office."
Booth nodded and took the keys. The agent led them to a vehicle that looked like the one he had at home. Driving carefully through the streets following the agent's directions he parked and they all got out. The agent looked at them and said, "I thought you were just dropping me off?"
Booth replied quickly, "No I was made special agent in charge of this case so we will be having a meeting shortly. First I need to figure out which agents I will be using."
"Not Finley. I will shoot him this time," Brennan grumped.
"Finley isn't a bad guy," the agent said.
She looked at him and frowned. Apparently, Finley hadn't told the Houston guys who put him in the cast he currently was wearing. She snorted and stated in a matter of a fact manner,
"You know I wouldn't have broken his wrist if he hadn't touched me. The first time he just made me angry the second time he actually touched me."
The agent stopped dead in his tracks and looked her up and down,
"Well you certainly don't look like a big motorcycle guy to me."
Booth and Brennan grinned at each other and Booth questioned,
"Is that what he told you?"
The agent nodded a yes to them. Booth smoothly told him,
"You need to speak with some of the other agents from Houston."
They followed him into the building and into an elevator. When they stepped out of the elevator a bunch of cubicles sat around very similar to the bullpen in DC. It bustled in the bullpen but slowed to a stop as they exited the elevator. The agent led them to an office that had glass etched with Special Agent in Charge Mac. He knocked and entered when called.
Booth and Brennan quietly followed him in when Mac looked up the agent rushed out,
"Special Agent in Charge Mac this is Special Agent Seeley Booth and his partner Dr. Temperance Brennan."
"Thank you," Mac said abruptly and the agent did an about face and left. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" He questioned Booth and ignored Brennan.
"You will be receiving a fax within the next few minutes. Deputy Direct Cullen has put me as the Special Agent in Charge of the Los Zetas case," Booth told him.
"Well if that isn't been a kick in the balls," SAC Mac blustered.
"All credit will go to you and your office, this is not about recognition. It's about stopping los Zetas from killing me and my partner," he tried to smooth the situation over.
"Ahh I had heard you were very touchy about your partner," Mac said with innuendo.
Brennan's eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched. Booth reached out and put his hand in front of her to stop her from moving forward.
Mac looked at her with his eyebrows rose and said in a snotty tone,
"You're awfully full of yourself for a consultant aren't you?"
She took a deep breath reached across his waist and pulled out his sig. Remembering he had to file a report for firing his weapon she paused. Holstering it, she held out her hand, he shifted and handed her his glock from the back of his waistband. Turning around she left the office.
Mac snarled, "Where the hell does she think she is going armed? Did you just arm her?"
Booth put his hands in his pockets and rocked on his feet and stated,
"She went to the shooting range. Yes I did it was better than the alternative. Right now SAC Mac it's the best thing she has had a bad day. What with being shot this evening I'm just glad she didn't try to shoot you."
"She got shot why did no one inform me?" SAC Mac questioned him angrily.
"I just did," Booth said with an amused air.
An agent knocked on the door, walked in handed Mac a piece of paper, and walked out. Mac read the paper and looked up at Booth and grumped,
"Well congratulations SAC Booth. I'll arrange a desk for you."
Booth thought for a second and then told him, "No need we will be working from the hotel. We need an IP into the office. I will be using the agents here for the conference. What better way for them to learn how my team works than to be involved. The IP coming into the building will be coming from a random place and I will let you know where that is when my person figures that out. We will need all the files you have on the Los Zetas from all your regional offices."
"Okay just keep me in the loop. I'll call you when we get all of those files," Mac told him with authority.
Booth nodded to him then he turned around and left the office. Walking into the bullpen, he saw Brennan leaning against the wall with a wide berth around her.
"That's my Bones," he muttered under his breath.
He snickered loudly at the wide berth the agents were giving her. As he walked through the desks, he heard mutters about being on the other side of a gun when she was holding it.
"Are you scaring the agents Bones?" He called as he approached her.
She calmly stared at him and said, "I just went to the range it's not my fault some of them were already there."
He put his hand at the small of her back and guided her to the elevator. Once inside he explained what he had planned as far as running it from the hotel room. She nodded and dug in her bag. Pulling out his gun, she handed it to him and he holstered it. Digging again, she called Angela and told her to round up the team and meet them at their hotel room.
Booth flipped open his phone and called DC he spoke with Cullen and flipped it closed then he told her, "Charlie will be here in four hours."
"He can stay in the extra room in our suite," Brennan told him. He nodded flipped open his phone, called Charlie, and told him not to worry about accommodations. Arriving on the ground floor and made their way to the Sequoia. They drove to the hotel in silence. Arriving he handed his keys to the Valet and guided her into the hotel. They rode the elevator up and he noticed she was leaning on him.
He looked at her and her eyelids were drooping. When they reached the room, he slid his key in the lock and opened the door. He led her to the bedroom stripped her down and tucked her in. She rolled over winced and rolled over to the other side. Leaving her to sleep he went down stairs. He heard a knock on the door and opened it to Cam, Sweets, Angela, and Hodgins.
He let them, went to her bag, and pulled out her laptop. They sat down at the table.
"Angela I need you to do like you did when you hid the IP going into the DC office. Make it going into the Dallas office. Let me know where it will be coming in from," Booth told her.
She nodded, sat down to the computer and began working. He laid out what was going on for the rest of the team.
Booth looked at Hodgins and asked, "Hodgins where is the evidence?"
"Down stairs locked in a travel safe. I didn't trust the forensics team to keep it safe. It is small enough I could take it with me. Those forensic teams are going to need a lot of work. They are extremely sloppy," Hodgins told him.
Booth nodded and replied, "You and Bones will be able to handle that."
He continued looking at Cam, "Cam I'm going to need you to turn your Bronx on while you're doing your thing."
She nodded and said, "No problem whatever you need."
Looking over at Sweets, he told him, "Sweets I'm going to need your help to profile the team."
Sweets nodded and Booth continued. "As soon as Angela is done with the computer we will start that. Charlie is coming in from D.C and he should be here," he looked at his watch and blinked "In about an hour."
He handed Cam the keys to the Sequoia, "Can you go get him at the airport please Cam?"
She nodded and left to go get Charlie. Angela finally stopped typing. She looked up and said to Booth,
"The IP will be coming in from the Founding Fathers in DC."
He smiled at her and thanked her. He picked up the phone, called SAC Mac and told him where the connecting IP was coming from. He flipped his phone closed.
"How is Dr. B doing?" Hodgins asked.
Booth frowned with concern creasing his brow,
"She is okay I think the adrenaline wore off and she's passed out upstairs. You guys should go home. Meet us back here at," he looked at his watch, "eight. The conference is supposed to go on as normal for the most part. However, tomorrow it will be put on hold while we get the team put together. We will be teaching them how we work by having them work with us. So be nice to them please?"
They smiled and nodded, standing up they left the room promising to be back in the morning. Sweets and Booth were sitting down to start organizing a team when they heard a knock on the door.
Standing up he heard from behind him, "I will answer the door Booth, keep working."
Brennan walked across the room wrapped in her robe with the sling on the outside. Opening the door, she let Charlie and Cam in.
She looked around and asked, "Would anyone like to eat?"
They gave her what they wanted and she ordered.
Charlie looked at Booth and asked, "So where do you have me holing up Booth?"
Booth looked up at Charlie and answered him, "You're upstairs the room to the right."
Charlie whistled and looked around. Booth grinned out, "Bones likes her space."
"I'd say so," Charlie stated with a smile.
She leveled a stare at him and sat down at the table on the other side of the table. Charlie went upstairs, put his bag in his room, and came back down in few minutes.
He rushed out in enthusiasm, "Did you see the freakin bathroom? Holy crap you could fit half my apartment in the bathroom."
They sat down and started selecting agents from the registered list of agents attending the conference. When Agent Finley came up for review, Brennan glared at Booth.
He sighed at her and said, "Bones, he has skills we need we may have to use him."
"What skill does he have that we need him for?" Brennan snarled at him letting her displeasure at having to work with Agent Finley show on her face.
His reply was automatic, "He speaks fluent Spanish."
Her eyes shot daggers at him and before he blinked, she was snarling at him,
"No neccesito Agent Finley. Hablo espanol muy bien."
He groaned he knew she spoke Spanish but he needed someone he was willing to take into a raid that spoke Spanish. She stared at him and then told him in a steady and even voice,
"Fine then you can take him then but if he makes me angry I will shoot him."
She got up, stalked over to the door, and opened to let the food in. Tipping the guy, she took her plate off the tray and sat down at the table to eat.
"Someone is cranky," Charlie said as he went to get his food.
"You'd be cranky if you got shot today Charlie," Booth told him.
"I'm just ignoring it for now. I know she doesn't like him but if we keep them away from each other. He will not be in the interrogation rooms he is too hot headed," Booth said as he chewed on his chicken.
Charlie looked up and reminded him, "Don't forget that stupid ball thing. Cullen told me to make sure your team was there. He made me bring my tux and now I have to go."
Booth looked over at Brennan and asked her, "Bones did you pack my tux?"
She looked at him as if he was stupid, "Of course I did and your shoes and your cuff links, tie, cummerbund and those black and white striped socks you wear with your tux. Even though it should be your responsibility to do so, I made sure it was all packed."
They continued discussing agents on the list and by ten thirty they had the team picked and Booth began making phone calls. Brennan looked up at the clock on the wall and leaned over and kissed Booth's temple saying,
"I'm taking a shower and going to bed. Good night everyone."
"Night," they called as she left. She climbed the stairs, took a shower and crawled into bed.
Two hours later she felt Booth climb into bed. She snuggled up to him and went back to sleep. He carefully wrapped his arms around her avoiding her shoulder.
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