Café Silo, Washington D.C
Brennan slowly slid out of the SUV and closed the vehicle door behind her. She glanced over to the yellow crime scene that was surrounded by bystanders and D.C Metro police. Next to an officer's feet, she could see a body wrapped in plastic with a dog chain wrapped around the top of it. Brennan quickly assumed that it was Colonel Gaston.
"D.C Metro tried to follow the van through as many CCTV cameras as possible, but could only follow it to 21st & Washington on the outskirts of the city," Booth said as he walked over to her. "Bones, what's wrong?"
Brennan shifted her stance and answered softly, " I realize that your time in the army was done for the government's request and done to save lives. I'm just concerned for the sake of our daughter and future child. "
"I know and I'll tell you everything soon. We need to get the scene looked through first." He walked over to D.C Metro police and began talking; Brennan could not hear what they were saying. Even after he returned from Afghanistan, he had never said much to her about what he did. In her mind, it was rationalized that his girlfriend at the time, Hannah, had more reason to know than she did, so she had let it go. Now, it was two years later; they had a daughter and another child on the way- why hadn't he said anything?
A navy blue Toyota pulled up behind her and parked, a very distressed Angela emerging from the driver's seat. She dashed to Brennan's side and gripped her arm as she searched for Wendell and Daisy's bodies.
"Ange, are you sure you want to do this?" Brennan asked.
"I just need to see them. Just like how you need to see it to believe it, right now so do I."
"Let me go first," Brennan said. She stepped over to crime scene tape and glanced around, half hoping that Cam was wrong. After a few seconds, she spotted Wendell and Daisy lying next to tables, each still wearing their Jeffersonian ID badge. Brennan took a breath and turned to Angela, who immediately understood from the look on Brennan's face. She kneeled down behind the car and began to weep silently.
"Bones, the body," Booth said, pointing to the plastic wrapped skeleton. She knelt next to it and began to analyze the body as best she could. Booth watched his wife work silently for two minutes before she stood and said, " Decomp looks to be consistent with death occurring about four days ago. It's definitely a male, but I can't know for sure about anything else until I bring the body back to the lab."
"Are you okay?" Booth asked. Brennan composed herself and said, " I'm alright; Miss Wicks and Mr. Bray will be missed." Before Booth could say anything else, she walked back to the vehicle where Angela stood, staring aimlessly into space.
"Ange?" Angela blink before she said, " I'm alright, Brenn," in a shaky voice. "Are we heading back to the lab?"
"Yes- the plastic wrapped skeletal remains need to be processed at the lab."
"Is it safe?"
"What do you mean?"
Angela wiped a tear from her cheek, causing her mascara to smear. "Whoever did this has a serious vendetta against Booth. I love Booth to death, but do I need to leave town? I don't want my son or my goddaughter to be parentless. "
"If something was wrong, I think Booth would tell us. Ange, I have to go and look at the body," Brennan said. She could see Booth turn to crime techs and tell them, "Get this back to the lab ASAP."
"Booth!" she called to him, "Is DC Metro taking Miss Wick and Mr. Bray to their coroner's office?"
"Yeah,…Bones, someone is going to head to the house and grab a few things- we're going to stay at the lab for a few days until this blows over. I need you to tell Angela, Sweets, and Cam to do the same. We'll be safer there than at home. Ok?"
"Is there something that you aren't telling me?"
"Bones, I'll tell you everything once we're all at the lab. Just do that for me-Ok?" Brennan immediately felt an uneasy feeling- Booth had a look filled with terror and anxiousness. There was something big that he wasn't telling her-something dangerous.
Jeffersonian Lab- Two Hours Later
"Is he alright?" Angela asked as she stood next to Brennan on the platform. Next to Brennan's office, Booth was pacing back and forth, muttering something inaudible into his phone. Brennan bit her lip and said, "I don't know. I do know that as his wife, I need to trust him, regardless of any uneasy feelings I may feel."
"I get that, but the fact that we all have to stay here is troublesome to me. Even when Brodsky was terrorizing the city, I thought that the lab was safe, but Vincent was still killed. Brennan, you have to say something to him- I am scared for my life right now!"
Brennan swallowed and placed the femur that was in her hand back onto the table. "Alright, I'll ask him." She stepped off the platform and approached Booth, but suddenly heard a yell come from the lab entrance. A FBI agent staggered in with Sweets, who was limping behind him. Both had blood, cuts, and bruises covered all over their bodies. Angela gasped as Brennan asked, "What happened?"
"Someone tried to drive us off the road after we went to my house to get a few things, " Sweets said. Booth closed his cell phone and sprinted over to the injured psychologist's side After helping Sweets sit on the ground, he asked, "Someone tried to kill you?"
The injured FBI Agent sat down behind Sweets as he said, "Yeah, I grabbed clothes, some files, and a few books. We then went on one of the side streets and suddenly a guy comes out of nowhere with a large SUV and tries to ram us into the ditches. He kind of succeeded when the car flipped over twice. We had to call a cop to get a ride back here."
"Dammit," Booth cursed. His phone suddenly rang again while Cam and her daughter stepped out from Cam's office, confused.
"You're kidding," Booth said. He hung up and started running towards the entrance of the lab. Brennan called after him, but he disappeared around the corner of the entrance. Angela growled in annoyance and spat, " I love Booth dearly, sweetie, but he's hiding something. You call him now for an explanation or I will go digging into his past myself!"
Brennan sighed and thought, Booth, what are you hiding from me?