A/N: I don't own Bones
Booth jumped out of his chair and scrambled across the room. He had to get to the scene. He had to see if it was Bones. His Bones.
In about twelve strides, Booth was already climbing into his SUV. He brought the engine to life and sped out of the parking lot in a cloud of smoke.
"Come on...please God...don't let it be her..." Booth begged as he ran numerous red lights. He was growing tired of horns honking at him, so he turned on his sirens and picked up his speed.
Roughly five minutes later, Booth was approaching the crime scene. The familiar yellow tape had it blocked off from the rest of the curious public. Booth grabbed the keys out of the ignition and practically fell out of the car.
He flashed his badge at the cops standing around. They allowed him under the tape and Booth stopped. He couldn't force himself to go any further. If he went to the body, and saw that it was in fact her, then he would die. It would break him into a thousand pieces, and he couldn't handle that. His muscles started to tense up as he slowly made his way through the crowd, growing closer to the body with every step.
Finally he broke through, and was a mere five feet away from the corpse. A blue sheet was wrapped around the midsection of the body, and it had rips and blood stains on it. The victim's back was facing Booth, and he wasn't able to see the face. But he did notice one thing. The auburn sea of hair radiating from the scalp of the dead woman. That hair, it looked so familiar.
Booth felt like he was going to vomit. But he was going to see the victim's face first. He slowly walked around the victim, taking in deep breaths to steady himself. He closed his eyes as he turned to face the victim.
Booth took in one last deep breath, and opened his eyes to see the face of the body lying before him.
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Angela and Jack were speeding down the road, trying to make it to the crime scene in time. Some unknown agent had called the Jeffersonian to alert them, and now the whole team was racing to the site. Zack and Cam were not too far behind Angela, and they were all doing twenty over the speed limit.
All four of them took in a breath at the same time as they came upon the scene. Cops and reporters flooded the grounds, and cameras were flashing left and right. This was a huge deal. The infamous murderer Michael Landers had struck again, and everyone knew who he had in captivity. But no one wanted it to be Temperance Brennan.
Angela slowly climbed out of the car, and she saw Booth. He was slowly walking around the victim, and he opened his eyes to get a look at the face.
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Booth laid eyes on the woman. He felt a tingle run through his entire body. As he looked at the face, only one thought was running through his weary head.
'It's not Bones.'
"Booth!" Angela screamed as she fought past security. "Booth! Booth, please God, tell me it isn't her!" Angela screamed as tears flowed freely down her face. Booth looked at her and shook his head.
"I-it's not...her. It's not Temperance!" He screamed.
Angela collapsed onto the ground in a heap, her body still shaking from the scare. That could have been her best friend lying over there.
Booth dropped his head and walked away from the scene. He needed time to recollect his thoughts. For fifteen minutes of his life, he thought that he had lost his entire world. It was the most agonizing fifteen minutes one can ever experience.
As Booth walked away, he nodded his head. Not to anyone in particular, but to the fact that he still had time.
He still had time.
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"Hang in there...hang in there..." Brennan mumbled to herself. She felt herself slipping back into consciousness, and at first she was apprehensive.
"I heard you yell. For a moment there, I thought that baby was ready to go ahead and come out!" She heard Landers exclaim. Bones groaned and opened her eyes.
"A scream...I heard a scream..." She said groggily. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Landers was sitting on a chair facing her.
"You sure did. That was just another victim." He said softly.
"What?" Brennan asked.
"I created a very devious plan. You see, I kidnapped a woman from the maternity ward at the local hospital. She had just had a miscarriage the day before yesterday. And the funny thing was, she looked a LOT like you! Auburn hair, same body type and everything! Anyways, I dumped her body a few miles down the road from the Jeffersonian. It's been all over the news today. Everyone thought that the body was you!" Landers explained, overjoyed.
"You sick bastard!" Brennan screamed at him. That was the only expression to describe him. What he did was unthinkable.
"Now, now Dr. Brennan. Don't get your panties in a twist!" He said as he stood up and patted her on the head. "I was just playing a little practical joke!" He added with a laugh as he walked out of the room, leaving Brennan completely alone once again.