The Lives We Take For Granted
Chapter Three
By Mistreated and Forgotten
Summary: Booth is undercover on a very dangerous assignment and Brennan is worried. But Booth's safety isn't the only thing that she's worrying about. BxB, AxH
Warnings: Um there is a bit of a torture scene in this chapter but it's not worse than in The Killer in the Concrete
A/N: I would like to say thank you to my beta dr. tempe bones. Thank you to all those who reviewed Chapter 2. Finally I would like to thank everyone for taking the time to read my story and for all the alerts I have received.
Booth was silent for a couple of minutes, processing what Brennan had just told him. "You're pregnant?"
"Yes, I'm seven weeks."
"Oh wow Bones, a baby. You have no idea how happy I am. Does anyone else know?" replied Booth, Brennan could hear Booths smile through the phone.
"I had to tell Angela," Brennan paused, "I'm scared Booth."
"Temperance its okay to be scared when you're a first time mother."
"That's not what I'm scared about. I'm scared about losing you, I do not know what I would do if I lost you."
"You're not going to lose me Bones. I'm sure Angela has probably told you that ready."
"Yes she has told me but I cannot stop this irrational fear that I am feeling."
"If I was there Bones I would pull you into my arms and make you forget all your fears."
"Thank you Booth."
Booth and Brennan spoke to each other well into the night. Brennan was more than happy to be speaking to Booth. Both were glad to hear the others voice.
While they were talking Brennan told Booth how Parker was doing at school. Including how Brennan had helped Parker with his science project over the past weekend. Booth could not have been happier that Rebecca was letting Brennan help Parker. After talking about Parker, the pair talked about anything and everything that came to mind.
Big C, the leader of the gang Booth infiltrated, signalled to his henchmen to hang Booth from the ceiling by his bound hands. His feet were barely touching the ground but Booth hid the pain that being hung caused very well. A single bright fluorescent light hung from the ceiling above Booth, casting a circle of light on dark carpet of the floor.
"You're not Danny Dematto, that much I know," were Big C's first words from the darkness behind Booth. "I also know that you work for the FBI," Big C was now in front of Booth, still in the dark. "Do you have anything to say to that?"
Booth remained quiet with a neutral expression on his face. He was strong and there was nothing that these men could do to him to make him crack. Despite not responding to Big C's question Booth still received several blows to the head and face.
"You gonna answer my question Agent Booth?"
"I see Fisty-McFists here likes to use his fists."
Booth's cocky remark put him on the receiving end of a swift kick to the ribs. Anyone else in this situation would have visibly winced in pain.
The menacing voice of Big C came from Booth's left. "Do you see the problem I have?" Big C paused as he began to walk around the room, whilst he continued to interrogate Booth. "I'm the leader of The Barstoons and the last thing I want is the FBI snooping around. Why are you here and what does the FBI want with me and my gang?"
Booth didn't respond so Big C snapped his fingers and the other henchman walked over to Booth. A taser was shoved into Booth's back. He couldn't control his body's automatic response to the volts coursing through his body.
Brennan bolted upright in bed, "Booth!" Her heart rate and breathing were both accelerated. Tears spilled from her eyes rolling down her cheeks and dripped off her chin onto the sheets below.
When Brennan realised it was just a nightmare she laid back down on the bed, trying to calm herself and get back to sleep.
Fifteen minutes later Brennan was still awake so she decided to immerse herself in the fictional world of her latest novel. Before Booth and Brennan's relationship became more that just platonic; her characters, Andy and Kathy, were Brennan's way of dealing with the frustration she felt as a result of not being with Booth. But, now the characters were a way for Brennan to deal with the separation from Booth.
Brennan climbed out of bed and made her way to the living room to grab her laptop. Once she retrieved her laptop, Brennan padded her way back down the hall to her bedroom. The anthropologist sat down on her queen sized bed, her back resting against the headboard and her lower half covered by the blanket.
Despite all the angst and irrational fear in her own life, the lives of Kathy and Andy were the complete opposite, her characters were happy. If this were like any other time that Brennan had sat down to work on her book whilst Booth was away she would have taken solace in the fact that it would have lightened her mood. However, after the nightmare she had awoken from, not even her book could take her mind off it. The only person that could was Booth.
After working on her book for about an hour Brennan was able to get to sleep. She slept through the rest of the night but she tossed and turned the whole time.
Brennan woke up to the shrill sound of her alarm clock. She sat up, pulling the covers back and swung her legs over the side of the bed. In doing this, Brennan was overcome by a wave of nausea and ran to the bathroom. She purged he remnants of the small meal she ate the night before the toilet.
The cool tile on the side of the bathtub was very appealing to Brennan. She flushed the toilet then sat down so her back was up against the side of the tub.
Fifteen minutes later Brennan was still sitting in the same position as she didn't have the energy to move herself. There was no way she could do this every morning.
Finding the energy to get up, Brennan used the edge of the tub to push herself up off the ground and then walked to the bathroom sink. She picked the glass up off the bench and filled it with water and mouth wash so she could rinse her mouth of the horrible taste left behind. After she spat out the water, she raised the glass to her lips again and drank several mouthfuls.
The next hour of Brennan's morning consisted of a breakfast of dry toast followed by a shower then the drive to work after she finished her normal morning routine of getting ready for a long day in her beloved lab.
Hodgins was looking down through a microscope when his computer beeped at him. He switched his attention from the microscope to the results that the computer now displayed. After he read over the results Hodgins typed something into the computer and what appeared must have been important as Hodgins rushed off to find Brennan.
Having just checked Brennan's office and found her not there Hodgins walked into Angela's office to find the artist talking to her friend.
"The victims were murdered five blocks away from the Bethesda Naval Base, which is about forty-two miles from where they were buried," Hodgins walked over to the computer and brought up what had just appeared on his computer.
"How did you come to this conclusion Hodgins?" asked Brennan.
"The red substance found on the victims was a red wine sauce unique to Canelli's Italian Restaurant. The yellow paint had reflective properties, this specific type of yellow paint is used for painting the line markings on roads in Maryland. I was also able to identify traces of pigeon faecal matter."
"Hodgins how do all these things determine a location?"
"Canelli's is here in this blue area and see this green area here," Hodgins pointed to the green area on the map. "This particular area is going through a pigeon plague at the moment. Finally this road here, indicated by this red line, was painted at approximately the same time as the time of death. The overlap area of all three substances is here five blocks from Bethesda," Hodgins pointed to the overlap area.
Brennan pulled out her cell to inform Agent Perotta of the developments in the case.
Agent Perotta picked up Brennan from the Jeffersionian before they went to go interview the staff at Canelli's.
"What else has your team been able to find out?"
"We were able to determine that the female victim had sustained defensive wounds to her right wrist. She was hit by a blunt object hard enough to fracture the schapoid. Bruising on the flesh at the impact site suggests that the weapon is approximately three inches in diameter."
"So what type of object are we looking for?"
"A pipe, a bat or anything that is three inches wide and cylindrical."
"Were you working four days ago?" Agent Perotta asked as she handed the photos of the victims to the hostess.
"Yes, I remember those two they came in at about seven, they were still here when I finished my shift at ten-thirty," replied the hostess.
"Is there anything else you can tell us about these two?"
"They came in together but joined another man at one of the tables towards the back of the dining room. He had black hair and was tall maybe 6'2"."
Agent Perotta handed the hostess another photo, "Is this the man?"
The hostess took the photo, it was of Aaron Griffith, " Yes this is him."
While Agent Perotta had been interviewing the hostess Brennan had been looking around for a weapon that could have caused to fracture to Jessie Pearson's wrist.
"Agent Perotta, I may have found the weapon that caused the fracture to the victim's schapoid."
Agent Perotta walked over to Brennan who was standing in front of a wall covered with baseball paraphernalia.
"Victim? What's going on here?" asked the owner of the restaurant who had walked through the kitchen doors just as Brennan relayed what she had just found to Agent Perotta.
A/N: I'm not sure when I will be able to update again as I have my final exams for high school coming up over the next few weeks so here's Chapter 3.