Booth was pacing. He was starting to regret this already.
"Ready, Shaw?" Hanson asked into her mic that was connected on a spiral wire up to her ear.
Agent Genny Shaw was in a very small cramped space. She was the only one small enough to fit down here. "Ready." She replied quietly. Her hand was grasping a latch. She was tensed and ready to spring into action when the command was given.
Hanson picked up the phone. The answer was almost instant. "Made up your mind?"
"We're giving you the room number afterMiss Wick is safely in our hands." Hanson replied forcefully.
Anthony huffed. "Fine. I'll send her out now." Click.
"Now, Shaw." Booth said. He was tense.
Shaw heard Booth loud and clear in her ear. She slowly and quietly pulled the latch. There was a very soft click. She pushed up and the access panel lifted silently out of the floor. She quickly pulled herself up onto the bathroom floor and then clicked the panel back into place. Using the key she had been supplied with she locked it, just in case Taffet knew about the panel too. Using the mirror on the far wall she made sure no one was in the hallway before she took out her gun and made her way towards the door.
Shaw could hear noises coming from where the floor plan said the living room was. She carefully ducked into the kitchen space and crouched behind the counter. Carefully, she listened to what was going on.
"You're sick. You know that?" Daisy spat.
"Shut up. You're getting out of here." Taffet spat back.
"I'm going to tell them everything you said. I hope you know that." Daisy replied.
"Go ahead." Taffet replied calmly. "Let's just hope your friends give me the information I want."
"They won't." Daisy replied. "They care for Lance. They're not just going to give you his room number."
"I think they will." Taffet replied. Shaw heard a snap. "Now go move that stuff from in front of the door."
"What do you want with his room number anyways? You already know what hospital, you could just call and ask them." Daisy replied.
"Let's just say I'm going to pay him a visit."
Shaw winced. She heard the sound of furniture being shifted and knew Daisy was away from the living room. But where was Taffet? 'Keephimtalking,Daisy.' She said to herself.
"What are you going to do to him?" Daisy asked quietly.
"Nothing you need to know." Taffet replied.
Taffet was still in the living room.
Booth paced anxiously in front of the table. Nothing had been coming through on Shaw's comm unit. "We've got movement, sir." One of the techs said. Booth looked over their shoulder. A camera was zoomed in on a window on the other side of the building. The curtain had moved slightly and the shape of a person could be made out. The curtain moved to the side slightly and you could see Anthony Taffet. He quickly shut it again.
Booth looked up in time to see the door of the apartment opening. Daisy quickly walked out and then shut the door quickly. "Daisy is out of the building. Daisy is out." Booth said into his comm unit. Hanson tensely listened for a response.
Agent Shaw stood up with her gun raised. She pointed where she had last heard Taffet at. "FBI, put your…" she trailed off. Where was Taffet?
Wham.
Before Shaw realized what was happening she was on the floor. Her hand instinctively reached back for her gun. She felt a heavy weight press against her arm and twist it at an awkward angle. She hissed in pain and flipped over.
Taffet, who had not been expecting the sudden movement, toppled over as Shaw slid out from under his foot. His rifle toppled from his hands and smashed against the ground.
All Booth and Hanson heard was some odd rustling.
Shaw managed to get on top and dug her elbow into a pressure point in Taffet's back. Taffet recoiled sharply with his elbow and caught Shaw in the chin. Shaw landed flat on her back with stars flashing in front of her eyes. Taffet, not living by normal human standards, continued to attack Shaw as she was senseless. Shaw took a hard blow to the diaphragm causing her breath to leave her. She sat there like a fish out of water, gulping for air that wouldn't come. Her hand desperately reached for her gun.
"Something is wrong." Booth said. "Shaw should have said something by now."
"Maybe Taffet isn't alone?" Hanson suggested.
"If she doesn't say anything in ten seconds-"
He was cut off by the sound of two gun shots. Booth and Hanson took off with a couple SWAT agents not far behind them. Another gun shot rang out.
Shaw was panting heavily. An arm was wrapped around her abdomen as pain coursed through it. The other was straight out pointing at the downed Taffet. "It's called Kevlar, bastard." She spat out.
Taffet growled and struggled to sit up.
"Move one more inch and I'll put another bullet in your side." Shaw growled menacingly.
The sound of the door being busted down drew Taffet's attention. Shaw kept her gaze on Taffet. "Over here!" she called. She winced as she inhaled deeply.
Booth came pounding over. "You alright, Agent Shaw?"
"I took two to the vest, sir." She replied.
He gave her a grimace. "We'll talk later."
"Yes, sir." She replied meekly.
Booth glanced down at Taffet and noted with satisfaction that he was making a puddle of blood on the floor. Booth rolled him over with his foot. Taffet hissed. Booth pulled his cuffs out. He knelt down and roughly pulled Taffet's hands behind his back. "The following rights would apply to you if you were a normal human being. You have the right to remain silent…" he rattled off the rights without thinking about it. All he cared about was the satisfying clink of the handcuffs, the defeated and pained look on Taffet's face, and the relief. It was over. Soon enough Taffet would be someone else's problem. He'd be arraigned by the District Attorney and then locked up until his trial. Booth quickly led/shoved him out of the room, not caring that he was bleeding all over the place. He could meet the paramedics on ground level. The ones rushing up to the room could be Shaw's.
Hanson was kneeling beside Shaw. "Where are you hit?"
Shaw winced as she removed the arm she had wrapped around herself. "One to the right ribs and the right side of my chest."
"Alright. Now hold still while I get your vest off." Hanson instructed.
Shaw kept as still as possible. A paramedic came over. "What's your name, hun?" the paramedic asked.
"Genny Shaw." She replied with a wince. "Watch it!"
"Hold still!" Hanson shot back.
Booth had Taffet sitting in the ambulance. His wrist was handcuffed to the gurney and his opposite ankle was handcuffed to a bar in the ambulance. He was not going anywhere. Booth gave a taunting wave at Taffet. A smug smile was on his face. "I told you I'd hunt you down." He said in a sing song voice and then turned on his heel. Anthony Taffet's curses were like music to his ears. He then went over to check on Daisy. She was sitting on the edge of the other ambulance with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
"How are you feeling?" Booth asked and sat beside the intern.
"Fine." Daisy said with a sigh. "I'm highly annoyed. He had the… the nerveto black mail me! Me of all people! I don't have any connections with anyone? Yes, I'm highly intelligent and yes I work with Doctor Brennan who is also very highly intelligent, but that doesn't mean people have the right to black mail me!" She huffed and blew hair out of her eyes.
Booth was glad Daisy was rambling like always. "He did it because of your connection to Sweets."
"Ya, I guess so." Daisy replied.
"You're going to have to go with someone so they can take your statement. Is that alright?" Booth asked.
Daisy nodded.
"Good, I'll be up there. If you need me just yell."
"Thank you, Agent Booth." Daisy replied.
"Welcome." Booth responded and then headed for the stairwell.
A/N: And the next chapter has been postificated! :D I'm going to try and wrap this up before NaNoWriMo so be prepared for some rapid fire mode. Thanks for all the reviews and favorites, guys/gals! They really mean
a lot!