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Mendenbar there are 3 agents from the show, Harding, Perrotta and Walt. Walt is from the Vegas show with Tony and Roxie =).
Booth shook his head and stood up slowly. Carrying her to the Sequoia, he put her in the passenger's seat. She whined when he took his arms from around her but he got in the driver's seat. He slowly drove her to the local hospital.
Booth gently lifted her from the seat and carried her in the emergency room. The nurse approached him with a clipboard of paper work.
"I'll fill that out while she's seeing the doctor," Booth told her in a no nonsense tone.
The nurse glanced at him dubiously but nodded seeing the blood on her shirt bumped her up on the triage list. Booth carried her back to the examination room when the nurse gestured them into a room. Brennan cried out in her sleep when he set her down on the examination table. The nurse looked at her in pity and handed Booth the clipboard for him to fill out.
As he was doing that, the doctor who had pulled out the bullet strode into the curtained area. He flinched when he saw Brennan on the table.
"She's going to need a rape kit," Booth growled. Brennan cried out in her sleep.
"I'm going to sedate her it will make the whole thing easier and she'll sleep a little more calmly through the night. Anything other injuries?"
"They did a dirty tattoo on her shoulder," Booth sighed out in frustration as the tears pricked at his eyes.
The doctor left and returned shortly with the rape kit. He motioned for Booth to leave. Booth crossed his arms and glared at the doctor.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before doc," he said in a furious tone.
The doctor shrugged and finished the examination with a sigh. Booth sat up straight and looked at the doctor.
"No signs of rape. There are signs of recent sexual activity but not forced," the doctor said and Booth nodded.
The doctor gently rolled her on her side and swabbed the tattoo with alcohol.
"I'm going to prescribe some anti-biotic ointment to prevent any infection. If the skin turns red-" the doctor stopped when Booth flipped his wrist out indicating he knew about tattoos.
He left Brennan sleeping and went to get her prescription filled. When that was done, he walked back to the emergency room and picked up Brennan.
"Sir we need to wheel her out, its hospital policy," the nurse argued. Booth let out a feral growl and squeezed her tighter to him. The nurse took a step back then turned around and almost ran from him. He put her in the SUV and buckled her in.
Arriving at the hotel he carried her through the lobby and glared at the stares they received. A hotel employee took sympathy and pushed the elevator button for him. Stepping in the elevator the employee stepped in and asked what floor.
"We're in the presidential suite." The employee nodded and hit the button, he took a second look at the woman in his arms and his eyes widened.
"Is that Dr. Brennan?" Booth glared at the employee who shook his head and remained silent.
When the elevator arrived at the floor, the employee told him.
"If you need anything just let us know."
Booth nodded and when he went to open the door it was snatched open.
Angela looked at Brennan and gasped.
"Oh my god is she okay?"
Booth nodded and swept in the room and upstairs without saying a word. He set her down on the bed and filled the tub with water. He heard a knock on the door. Opening it, he saw Josh standing there.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Booth nodded and told him,
"I need you to order some food the techs and agents are going to need it. I also need some alcohol and gauze to rewrap her wounds."
Josh nodded and headed downstairs to get the requested items. He took her to the tub, cleaned her up, and dried her off. Putting her on the bed, he watched as she curled up and pulled the pillows next to her. Pulling the blankets up over her, he left the room. Angela met him at the bottom of the steps with worry on her face. He walked over to the bar and poured himself a scotch. Angela sat down next to him on the couch and waited.
"They shoved her in a foot locker, after they tattooed her." He took a gulp of his drink and Angela winced.
She took his hand and told him.
"You could not have known no one could have known. You saved her just as you always do. You're always there in time."
"They marked her as property," he struggled out.
"Oh god," Angela whispered.
They heard a knock at the door and minutes later Josh walked up carrying the items he had requested. Angela picked them up and put her hand up.
"At least let me do this. You don't need to see it anymore than you already have and she doesn't need you to see it."
Booth nodded then told her, "There's antibiotic ointment on the nightstand."
He sighed again as he watched Angela walk upstairs to take care of her best friend. Her friends gathered around him and sat in silence. The agents started trickling in the door a few at a time. They sat quietly at the table munching on the food and drink that had been provided. Angela came down the stairs with a troubled look on her face. Booth stood up, poured himself another drink, and looked questioningly at her.
She frowned and told him, "It was done prison style using cheap and dirty instruments. It was pressed deep; even if you get it removed it may have been imprinted on the bone like the woman who was wanted for killing the FBI agent."
Booth rubbed his hand down his face and nodded. Taking his glass to the table and sat down. They began discussing the raid, Booth taking notes.
"We found several guns and the techs are dusting for prints and comparing striations. Hodgins seemed to be in over drive so we left him in the lab." Donelli said looking at Angela.
She nodded, "He gets upset when Bren gets hurt. Since the Heather Taffet incident he's protective of her."
The agents nodded even though she was completely sure they didn't understand.
Donelli continued, "There were twenty-five women in the foot lockers, some had died because the bags of heroin busted and they ingested a lethal dose, some are hanging on for dear life but their survival chances are slim. Then there were some who just were emotionally broken. What they did.." He shuddered.
Simpson looked up and said. "I was at the hospital they are all being examined including a rape kit. We got a warrant for all the Zetas D.N.A, Dr. Saroyan got D.N.A from the ones we shot for comparison."
"We contacted the Mexican Embassy for return of the women once they are able to leave the hospital and to arrange for transfer of the remains."
Booth nodded and Angela abruptly got to her feet and ran upstairs. She was about halfway there when they heard Brennan scream at the top of her lungs. Booth was on his feet running pushing past Angela on his way up. He threw open the door and ran in, she was sitting up, staring sight less and screaming. He ran up to her and pulled her into his arms. Angela came running into the room, slamming the door shut in the faces of the people who followed.
She ran over to the bed and sat with him while he tried to wake her up from the nightmare. She finally started shaking uncontrollably and crying. Booth pulled her close and held on to her. When she finally stopped crying and sniffled, he kissed the top of her head. Booth let out a sigh of relief and pulled her closer. Angela quietly left the room and ushered everyone away from the door.
"Charlie you're going to need to take over. Booth has his hands full at the moment," Angela told him. Charlie nodded then sat in the chair Booth had vacated.
"You know he has been a pretty poor Special Agent in Charge. He's spent most of his time taking care of his girlfriend and if does this on every case, I'm wondering why he takes her in the field," Finley said sarcastically.
Angela's eyes narrowed and she ran straight at him when she got close he just looked at her. She gave him an evil grin pulled her leg back and kicked him in the chest, his chair fell over with him still in it. As he struggled to get up, she beat him around the head and neck. The agents just stood by and let her do it. Finally, Charlie stood up and pulled Angela off of him.
"You are a sorry excuse for a human being. I'm going to make sure you get fired if it is the last thing I do," she spat at him.
Charlie took her into the living room and sat her down. Charlie flipped open his phone and dialed a number. He spoke a few words, listened and then talked some more relating what had happened. He nodded and thanked who he was speaking to and flipped the phone closed.
Walking out to the dining area, he stood over top of Finley who was still lying on the floor dazed.
"Special Agent Finley you are hereby relieved of your duties effective immediately by the order of the Deputy Director Cullen for improper actions and behavior during a federal investigation. You are to turn in your badge and gun to me right now." Holding out his hand, he waited for the items. Groaning and snarling Finley turned over his badge and gun.
"I will be contesting this," Finley growled.
"As is your right you may do so. Please contact the Deputy Director at the FBI headquarters in Washington D.C. during normal business hours. Now please leave and do not try to help with the investigation any further."
The agents and bikers cheered as he left.
A/N: Yay for Finley being gone..for now...he's my favorite a**hole character soo yeah I might bring him back down the line.
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