A/N: Hey...laid up with a infection the last 3 days. Got several chapters in the can, so my followers you are rewarded with two chapters today.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones but can't wait until next Monday. Yay!
4:30 PM
Peyton Perotta used her key to unlock the back door. She talked to Agent Booth after lunch and determined he and Doctor Brennan wouldn't be home until around 8:00 PM. She couldn't leave the Hoover any earlier to avoid suspicion, but knew she had plenty of time to do what she needed to accomplish. Walking through the house, she made her way upstairs. She looked in all the rooms and went into what she determined was the master bedroom.
"Have to admire Dr. Brennan's taste in décor. Feminine with some masculinity….like Booth would accept otherwise."
She snooped in what she determined to be Booth's dresser and closet. She picked up a t-shirt she spotted draped on a chair, and smelled the remnants of aftershave. She looked at the digital clock and noted the time.
"If Doctor Brennan has a flight coming in at seven, they should be back here, considering traffic, around eight. I just have to make sure I'm out of here before then."
Walking over to the bed, she pulled the covers back. Taking off her jacket, she set it down and rolled around on the sheets. Satisfied that her perfume was noticeable in the sheets, she pulled one of her earrings out and put it under a pillow. Seeing the Bose radio, she flicked it on. Not liking the first song, she flicked until she heard the beginning Love Games by Lady GaGa.
Leaving it on the song, she saw Dr. Brennan's closet. Curiosity took over and she walked over singing, grabbed an outfit and went into the bathroom while continuing to sing.
"Don't think too much just bust that kick. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick."
"Ladies, thank you for coming to pick me up from the airport. I didn't take you away from something important, did I?"
"No, Doctor Brennan." Sparling said as she turned onto Janus Street. "It's nice to get out of the Hoover anyway. Sorry about my hair and hand art."
Brennan looked at the agent's hand. "Very interesting. Booth said it was for an undercover assignment. I'm assuming it come to a successful conclusion?"
"Confession and everything." Sparling said. "Doctor B, isn't this your house here on the left?"
"Yes it is."
Sparling pulled into the driveway and immediately all three notice the other black SUV in the driveway.
"Oh shit." Shaw and Sparling say simultaneously as they see the license plate and know who it belongs to.
"Ladies, why are you verbalizing 'oh shit'? Whose SUV is in my driveway?" She sees the government vehicle belongs to. I would like an answer since Booth did not inform me that someone was going to be here."
The agents looked at each other before Shaw exhaled. "It's Agent Perotta's, ma'am."
Brennan feels a swift feeling of anger because Angela told her that Agent Perotta always 'checked Booth out', including their first case together. Knowing that Booth was at the office working on paperwork because she just talked to him, she knew that the woman was there alone in her house without invitation and felt a wave of uncharacteristic pettiness crawl up in her.
"What is that…bitch doing in my house?"
Before either agent could say anything, the anthropologist got out of the front passenger seat. Immediately she marched up towards the front door but stopped half way. Turning around she marched back to Agent Sparling's vehicle.
"Agent Shaw, Agent Sparling, please accompany me inside. I am a rational person, but I think I may not be happy when I see what is going on in my house."
Both agents got out and immediately followed Brennan as she unlocked her front door and the three women entered the house.
Christopher Pelant watched Agent Perotta from the miniature camera he placed inside Doctor Brennan's alarm clock and couldn't contain his laughter.
"Man, even I know that Agent Booth is too devoted to Doctor Brennan to go for someone like you, Agent Perotta."
He looked to the monitor of the front of the house and saw a second SUV pull into the driveway. A moment later, he saw the owner of the house get out of the truck, then return to the vehicle. Following that, he saw two more women get out before all three went to the front door and entered the house.
"Oh shit, this is going to be good." Pelant said.
He had his finger on the remote's button waiting for the right time. He felt bad about the others, but what he needed to do was too important. Agent Booth stopped him from eliminating the Muslim by getting the mongrel released from ICE.
Then the agent went against orders and married Temperance Brennan. Now, he was going to suffer for it.
Suddenly, the picture went out on the bedroom monitor. Pelant pushed buttons but could not get the images back.
"Son of a bitch!" The man growled as he worked frantically.
Brennan, followed by Sparling and Genny bringing up the rear as they entered the house. As the last woman closed the front door, they were greeted with Lady GaGa and Agent Perotta singing Love Games.
Brennan led the way upstairs and all three noted where the music was coming from. Hearing the uncharacteristic growl from their superior's wife, the other two women deduced this was their bedroom. Looking at each other, Genny and Olivia thought the same thing.
'Perotta is getting her ass kicked!'
The three came into the room and noted a woman's suit tossed onto the bed and the bedclothes all askew. Inside the master bathroom, someone was singing as the door was mostly closed. They waited a moment before a woman came out of the bathroom oblivious to the people in the room wearing an outfit each recognized as one of the anthropologist's.
"And now I want it bad, Want it bad, a love g—"
Agent Perotta stopped dead in her tracks when she saw three people in the room. It was her turn to say it and she did.
"Oh shit."
Brennan could only laugh. In this situation, she knew it was mean spirited but she loved the moment of panic in the agent's eyes. It reminded her of how she scared the students who were phoning it in during her lectures.
''Oh shit' fits this situation so well.'
After a moment, Brennan gathered her bearings before seeing the other two agents moving to leave the room. "Ladies, please remain where you are. I want witnesses."
Olivia and Genny returned to where they were, by the digital clock and open doorway respectively.
"Agent Perotta, why are you trying on my clothes?"
Suddenly she turned to her bed and noted the faint smell of perfume, the same one she smelled on the scared agent in front of her. "Agent Perotta, why does the bed I know my partner made this morning because he knew I was coming home today smell like your perfume?"
Before Perotta could answer, Brennan continued. "I know he wasn't home because because I talked to him more than once today, including during an afternoon debriefing we had with Assistant Deputy Director Andrew Hacker and my supervisor Dr. Camille Saroyan."
The anthropologist took one step closer. "I know he would not engage in any sort of physical contact in this bed with you, or anywhere else. I know without a doubt he would not be with anyone else, so explain why my bed is unmade…"
Thinking of something, she looked under both pillows and noted an unfamiliar earring. She picked up it and showed it to Perotta.
"…and why an earring that looks like one hanging from your ear under my pillow?"
Pelant continued to attempt to get the picture back on the monitor.
"Damn it! I can't kill the bitch until I know for sure she's in the bedroom. I have to at least give her a chance to go after Agent Perotta before I kill her. I never liked that agent."
His slow fingers were finally able to get the picture back but the top half was cut off and there was no sound. He counted three people in the room.
"Where the hell is the other woman?! There should be four!"
Realizing his time was short, he quickly pushed the detonator, but his hand couldn't make it move. After thirty seconds of trying, Pelant put his other hand over it and pushed down.
Brennan held her pillow to her as he advanced a couple more steps towards the other woman. "I asked you a question, Agent Perotta and I expect an answer. Why are you wearing my clothes, why does my bed smell like your perfume, and why did I find your earring under my pillow?"
Olivia Sparling was holding back a laugh at the speechless face of the other agent under the anthropologist's interrogation. 'Gotcha, bitch!' she thought to herself.
She wanted to know the time when the twit's career imploded so she turned to note the time which was 4:47 PM. Suddenly, she saw the green numbers flashed multiple times and realized what she was looking at. "Bomb!"
Her last conscious thought was pushing Brennan into Agent Perotta in an attempt to get her to safety in the master bathroom. Suddenly she was overtaken by darkness as an explosion came from the digital alarm clock. The full force of the explosion hit her upper back and right side, deflecting most of the flame and shrapnel from the others.
Peyton instinctively grabbed Brennan from Sparling and pulled her away from the blast using herself as a shield. Their bodies and the anthropologist's pillow made contact with the dresser before going down.
Shaw heard her friend yell before feeling a massive force knock her backwards into the wall in the hallway across from the master bedroom.
Pelant threw his right arm in the air in triumph. "Yes! Yes! Virginia, there is a Santa Claus!"
He watched the explosion break a bedroom window, sending glass into the front yard. For a moment, Christopher looked like a child at Christmas. When the blown out shards landed, the man started laughing hysterically.
"All for you, Agent Booth. You've messed with all my plans for you, but this will definitely keep you distracted for a while."
He tilted his head to the side. "I do admit I regret blowing up your partner…I'm sorry, I mean your wife, but you knew the rules and you broke them. I could kill you next, but that wouldn't be much fun. You are going to be saved for last and with you gone, I will finally….finally, have my father's unconditional love"
He turned to his bulletin board of pictures of people from the FBI and Jeffersonian. Suddenly he exploded and hit the board. "FUCK YOU, AGENT BOOTH!"