The Lives We Take For Granted
Chapter Ten
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
A/N: Here's the tenth chapter, enjoy :)
"You have to make them bring him back," Angela demanded as she stormed into Sweets' office and sat down on the couch.
"You can't just come in here anytime you want without an appointment Angela," Sweets calmly replied.
"I don't care about that right now. What I do care about is the wellbeing of my best friend. Bren needs Booth back. She's acting all depressed and I'm pretty sure that she isn't taking the meds that her doctor prescribed. Not to mention she's shutting everyone out and not eating."
"I wasn't aware that things had escalated to this."
"Some psychologist you are!" Angela was angry. Angry that her best friend was shutting her out. Angry that she couldn't help as a result. All this anger was now directed at the young psychologist who attempted to diffuse her anger.
"When she was in hospital I tried to get Doctor Brennan to talk but she wouldn't and now she isn't answering my calls," Sweets' voice still remained calm.
"Well you haven't tried hard enough. Get him back before something real bad happens to Bren."
With that Angela stood up and stormed out of the room just as fast as she had stormed in and even angrier than when she had walked in. Sweets sighed and rested his head in his hands.
After she stormed out of Sweets' office, instead of heading straight back to the Jeffersonian like she should have Angela took the most direct route to Booth and Brennan's apartment.
Angela stood on the outside of Brennan's apartment door. She raised her hand and knocked on the hardwood door and got no response. She knocked a second time and still received no response from her best friend so Angela had to resort to using her emergency key to let herself in.
The door closed and Angela dropped her keys back into her handbag and called out into the quiet apartment. "Brennan!"
Angela dropped her handbag onto the kitchen counter and made her way back towards the bedroom. As she stood in the doorway to Booth and Brennan's room the light in the bathroom caught her eye so she walked into the bathroom. Nothing could have prepared Angela for finding her barely conscious best friend curled up on the floor of the bathroom an empty pill bottle and razor beside her. Brennan's left wrist was red and inflamed from the cuts she'd inflicted upon herself with the razor.
Shaking the brief shock off Angela dropped onto the cold tiles next to her friend. "Sweetie, did you take all of these?" she asked holding the pill bottle in front of Brennan's face.
"Yes. No. I don't know. Where am I?" slurred Brennan in confusion.
Angela reached into her pocket for her cell but it wasn't there. She'd left it in her handbag on the counter in the kitchen. Brennan was beginning to drift off into unconsciousness, Angela gently shook her shoulder to bring her back. "You stay awake until I get back." With that Angela jumped up off the floor and rushed out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen.
As she skidded to a halt at the kitchen counter Angela reached for her handbag and pulled it towards her. Angela fished through her unusually tidy handbag and was struggling to find her cell in her rush to get back to Brennan. "Where is it? I know it's in here," she muttered to herself. After another couple of seconds ruffling through her bag Angela found her cell. "There it is," Angela snatched up the small electronic device and dashed back to the bathroom dialling 911 as she went.
"911 what's your emergency?" The 911 operator's voice vibrated out of the speaker as Angela returned to Brennan in the bathroom.
"It's my friend, she's having an overdose," Angela tried to remain as calm as she could in the present situation.
"Please remain calm and tell me the address?"
Angela relayed Brennan's address to the operator right before her cell beeped signalling a low battery and died. Fortunately Angela caught the beginning of the operator's response before the battery died. She growled in frustration as she threw her phone to the ground.
"Ange…" Brennan's voice was ragged and weak.
"I'm here Sweetie."
Booth looked up from his newspaper at the sound of a door bursting open in the distance and the instantly recognisable shouts of the FBI. He let the newspaper fall to the floor as he jumped out of his seat and leapt over to the door. Lil' Johnny stood on the other side of the door with his hand poised to knock when Booth opened the door.
"Danny we gotta go, someone tipped off the fed'ral pigs."
The pair had no time to stop and think of any other course of action than to run as the shouts drew closer and closer. Booth took off after Lil' Johnny as he tried to out run the FBI and flee the scene with Big C. However, they turned the next corner which put them staring down the barrel of a shot gun and an assault rifle.
"FBI show us your hands!" shouted the agent on the left who was directly in front of Booth and carrying the assault rifle.
The two men reluctantly raised their hands above their shoulders. The same agent then barked at them to get on their knees to which they complied. Once Booth and Lil' Johnny were on their knees the two agents advanced on them and slung their weapons over their shoulders. The two agents began their search of the two men starting with their raised arms. They easily found the concealed weapons that Booth and Lil' Johnny had tucked inside the waistband of their jeans.
"Get your filthy hands off me you pig," spat Booth. His remark earned him his cuffs being secured extra tight.
Booth and Lil' Johnny were lead out to the awaiting FBI vehicles. Sitting in the back of an FBI standard issue SUV was not something Booth was accustomed to. The driver's seat definitely. The passenger's seat if absolutely necessary. But definitely not the back seat. Booth knew that it was essential that remain undercover.
Booth was stuck in the SUV for a quarter of an hour before he was taken to the Chicago field office. The relatively short journey felt like an eternity to him. He was so close to being on his way back to DC, closer to being back with Brennan where he's needed.
If the ride felt like an eternity then Booth's time at the field office was surprisingly the opposite. Booth had gone through "booking", passing on any final information and booked a plane ticket home in the blink of an eye. Which now saw him at the airport waiting to catch his midafternoon flight back to DC in an hour.
Sweets walked into Brennan's hospital room, Angela was sitting in the chair next to her unconscious friend's bedside. The young psychologist stood next to the artist.
"Booth is gonna be back in DC tomorrow, he just has to finish up the undercover case," the usually confident psychologist's voice was low and solemn.
"Tomorrow is not soon enough Brennan tried to cut her wrists and OD'd on her meds, can't you see the state she's in?"
"Yes, I am well aware of Dr Brennan's condition."
"The doctor wanted her to talk to the resident psychiatrist but I convinced him that it would be better if she talks to you. She's sedated at the moment, the doctor said that you would be able to talk t her when she wakes up."
"Thank you Angela."
"I didn't do this for you Sweets, I did it for Bren."
Booth now walked down the hospital corridor to Brennan's room, his hands tucked into his pockets and head bowed. Cam had been at the airport to pick him up, unsure of how much he knew. The pair had filled the beginning of the journey in Cam's car with small talk. That was until she had taken a turn in the direction of the hospital and not his and Brennan's apartment. Booth had questioned her on her choice in direction to which Cam's response was to inform Booth of the events that had transpired in the last twenty-four hours. What was left of the trip to the hospital was spent in silence, not by choice on Cam's part, as Booth remained silent which worried the medical examiner.
As he continued along the corridor Booth almost walked into Angela just as she called out to him. "Hey Booth, you're back! Sweets said that you probably wouldn't be back for another day."
"Yeah, I uh put rush on my return. Bones needs me."
"That she does. She's with Sweets at the moment let's go get a coffee."
"Dr Brennan," Sweets got no response, "Temperance," still no response. "You might not be ready to talk right now but just listen to what I have to say. I'm aware that there are underlying issues in your past that haven't been dealt with. Angela didn't tell me what these issues are but you are going to have to talk about them if you want to get better, the medication will only be able to do so much."