There was some interest in this story, so here goes. I hope you like it.
I don't own Bones.
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He had been on the way home, having just left a crime scene when Booth stopped at a First National Bank branch office. He remembered that he needed quarters for a quarter drive for Parker's school and he couldn't fail his son. He was supposed to have been collecting the quarters for the last two months, but out of habit, he didn't usually have a lot of change lying around the house. When he ate out, he rounded his tips up enough with the bill, so that he didn't get any coins back. When he went to the store he usually dropped any coins that he received in whatever charity jar was in front of him or just told the clerk to keep the change for a tip. He hated to jingle when he walked and coins in his pockets took up room he'd rather use for his talismans.
Booth knew that he needed to get the quarters to Parker by tomorrow, so he decided to buy a couple of rolls of quarters from the bank, take them home, take them out of their wrappers and put the quarters in a baggy. Parker would never be the wiser.
When Booth entered the bank branch, he saw that there were two tellers open and that there were five customers in the bank waiting in line. It was 2 p.m. and he had counted on the bank branch not being busy.
Standing in line, Booth admired the Christmas decorations in the lobby. The Christmas tree was standing in the corner of the room and was very pretty, being decorated in white and blue bows and glittery balls. He loved Christmas and he was trying to talk Brennan into letting him put up a big Christmas tree in the house. Christmas didn't mean very much to Brennan, but she had told him that she was willing to compromise between no tree and a big tree. Since trees were messy and took up a lot of room, she wanted a small tree. Booth had tried to explain to her that a Charlie Brown Christmas tree wasn't a lot of fun and he had four boxes of Christmas decorations in storage, but she didn't seem to get his hints. She hadn't really understood his loathing of the Charlie Brown Christmas tree and Booth was sure she never would.
Christmas rapidly approaching, Booth decided to give in and go buy the small tree on the way home. The size of the tree wasn't really that important as long as he had one and why aggravate Brennan when he didn't need to. That decision made, he decided to decorate the tree in a Coca Cola theme. He had a lot of Coca Cola Christmas themed decorations that he had collected over the years which included polar bears wearing NASCAR jackets and soda fountain jackets. He bought one or two of them every year for Parker because the boy loved polar bears and he loved to see them on the Christmas tree every year since his mother was more of a traditionalist.
While he was waiting for a teller to help him, Booth noticed three men walk in through the front doorway of the bank, wearing masks and carrying rifles and pistols. The agent seriously thought about drawing his gun and trying to stop what he knew was coming, but he knew he couldn't risk it. Disgusted, he realized that if he pulled his gun, he would be one gun against three armed men and the customers in the bank could be killed or seriously injured. Booth thought all branches had uniformed security, but he had been in the bank for ten minutes and he hadn't seen anyone with a uniform on.
The three masked men rushed through the lobby shouting for everyone to get on the floor and lie face down. With no choice in the matter, Booth laid down on the floor next to a very frightened woman, placed his hand in his jacket pocket and speed dialed Brennan's phone number.
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The phone rang twice when Brennan answered the phone. Seeing it was Booth's phone number, Brennan answered the phone. "Brennan."
Surprised, instead of hearing Booth, she heard loud shouts and threats instead. Quickly realizing that Booth was in trouble, Brennan called Agent Shaw on her desk phone and told Booth's associate that Booth appeared to be in serious trouble and he needed help as fast as possible. The sounds of shouting continued on her cell phone while Brennan demanded that Shaw trace Booth's phone and see where he was. Terrified that any help he needed might be too late, Brennan let Shaw know that Booth was in serious trouble and that she needed to hurry if she intended to be of any help at all.
Once Shaw assured her that she would get him help as soon as possible, Brennan ended the call to Shaw, picked up her cell phone and tried to listen to what was going on wherever Booth was.
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Booth tried to calm the woman lying on the floor next to him by placing his hand on her arm and using his charm smile. The young woman tried to smile back, but she was too terrified and started to weep. Unable to prevent it, she started to tremble. "I don't want to die."
Unable to help her, Booth turned his attention on the hold up men, but it was difficult to do that lying on the floor.
After a few minutes had passed, the bank robbers managed to empty the teller drawers and hurried from behind the counter towards the front door. The hold up men had made it part way across the lobby when they heard sirens in the distance. The sirens an unwelcome sound, one of the men turned towards the men and women lying on the floor and started cursing at them. Furious and afraid, he accused them of calling the cops. His rage out of control, the armed thug started to shoot his pistol at the people lying defenseless on the floor.
Booth realized that he had to try to stop what was going on, so he rose up to his knees, pulled his gun from his shoulder holster and aimed it at the shooter. He got off one round at the gunman when he felt a sudden blow to his chest. Falling back, Booth wasn't sure what had happened and blacked out.
Meanwhile, Brennan heard gun shots and screams and terrified, she out to Booth. Desperately calling his name over and over again, Brennan started to feel panicky. Booth didn't answer his phone and she could only assume that something terrible had happened to him. "Oh please Booth . . . please answer me . . . please Booth."
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Well, what do you think? Is this still interesting?
Disclaimer: A reviewer thought that Booth should have called 911 and let an operator help him. I didn't mean to denigrate 911 operators. I just thought Booth was being Boothy wanting to rely on Brennan to help him. I have cops and military in the family and I have great respect for them all. I also have great respect for anyone who has a job like 911 operators. Any job that requires you to maintain your cool under high pressure deserves respect.