A/N: Okay folks...Christopher Pelant strikes again. Will Booth, Brennan and the Jeffersonian-FBI gang be able to come up with a strategy to take down this nut job?
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones but I am excited to see their honeymoon episodes. Married life with them will be interesting to say the least.
JUNE 28
Booth woke up with a start and covered in sweat, followed by Brennan, who immediately put her right arm around her husband.
"Booth…the same one?"
He finally got his breathing and heart rate under control. "Yeah, Bones."
Brennan watched her husband with concern. The events of the last four days had been….surreal to say the least.
One person with minor injuries.
One person who incurred more trauma later on.
One person dead.
And then there was her. She escaped with only a fractured arm, sprained ankle, and a minor concussion. Booth said the fact she was not more seriously injured was a miracle. She said it was because of the pillow she held. Brennan didn't believe in miracles as she thought of the explosion.
'If there are such things as miracles, why did she have to die?'
"Booth, I will talk to the doctor about coming today—"
"Bones, you heard the doctor. You can go home later today only if you get some rest and are on bed rest for the next three weeks. If all turns out okay, then you can go to work, but I can't take you into the field."
Brennan got mad. "Booth!"
"Bones, I can't and you know why."
She knew he was right, but it didn't make things any easier as she looked at the white gold band on her left hand. Yesterday they made the announcement through her publicist that they were married. After what happened, they didn't give a damn anymore as Pelant would go after them either way.
"I'm scared, Booth. I always have your posterior. What if I'm not there to help you?"
Booth took a minute and then forgot about his nightmare as he started laughing. "Honey, that's 'have my back' and I will have several excellent federal agents."
"No one that I am familiar with." Melancholy crept in for a moment before continuing. "How do I know if you will be safe?"
Booth saw the worry in his wife's eyes and shifted in the small bed so he could look in her eyes. "Bones, as God as my witness, I am taking Pelant down and I am coming home to my family."
"Booth, there is no God to witness this."
"Bones, there is a God, I will get the son of a bitch, and I will be coming home to you and our family when this nightmare is over. Now, I have to get around so I can get you a real breakfast from the diner and make a stop before leaving for Hagerstown."
"Is he going to go to the service? When he came by yesterday he looked so…lost Booth."
"He will be when I go get him, Bones. I don't care if I have to throw him in my SUV and buckle him in. If he doesn't go, he'll regret it for the rest of his life."
He kissed his wife before grabbing the suit hanging by the door and entering the hospital bathroom. Once again, he was grateful for the fact they were in the VIP wing and got a full shower instead of the makeshift shower in the other patient bathrooms.
A minute later, he got under the hot water and let it soothe his back, which he felt after spending nights with his wife in her hospital bed. As for the dull pain in his soul, no relief in the world would let him escape the events of the last 72 hours.
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JUNE 24TH 5:07 PM
Booth was with Cullen, Sweets, and Hacker in the conference room discussing the final results from the plane crash. Each voiced their suspicions that it was Pelant through a Trojan Horse virus, but without evidence they were stuck.
The phone rang and Hacker answered it. "Nancy! I told you we were not to be disturbed. One more interruption and you're fired."
The Assistant Deputy Director hung up the phone in a show of authority. "Now, back to what we were talking about."
Before he could open his mouth, the secretary ran to the conference room and opened the door. "Agent Booth, sorry to interrupt you—"
"Nancy, you're fired."
Nancy turned back to Booth. "There was an explosion at your home, Sir."
Hacker's face turned red as all four men stood up. "Why the hell didn't you say anything?"
"Because, Mister Hacker, you cut me off and hung up the phone."
Booth grabbed his jacket before he and Sweets ran out of the conference room. When only Cullen and Hacker remained in the room, the Deputy Director turned to his subordinate.
"As soon as we know what happened, you and I will be having a chat, Andrew. Count on it."
Booth and Sweets arrived at the house in record time. Out of the corner of his eye, the senior agent saw a stretcher being loaded into an ambulance before leaving with its sirens blaring. The men got out of the car and ran to the house, but were stopped by Marcus.
"Marcus, who was taken away? What the hell happened?"
"Doctor Brennan, Agents Shaw, Perotta, and Sparling were injured by a bomb from looks like to be from the master bedroom." Marcus inhaled to hold back tears. "EMTs said the first one to go was critical and probably won't make it. They sent them all to St. George's -"
The technician didn't finish his sentence before Booth and Sweets got back into the SUV and hauled ass away with their siren going.
Both men sat in the SUV not wanting to voice their thoughts or think about the one Marcus was upset about. Unable to contain himself, Sweets got his phone and dialed. When he got the voice mail, he left a message.
"Olivia, it's Lance. There was an explosion at Agent Booth's house and I know you were going to pick his wife up, but I just want to make sure you're okay. I'm sure you are in one of the rooms waiting for the doctor to look at you but call me when you can okay? I'm with Booth on the way there now."
He hung up the phone and ignored the angry expression he felt from Booth.
As for the senior agent, his thoughts were momentarily taken off his wife as something Marcus said sank in.
'What the hell was Agent Perotta doing there...Fuck it! I have more important things to worry about it. Please God keep Bones safe. I have two children who her….I need her.'
The two men remained in silence as they sped through Washington D.C., arriving at St. George's University Hospital's ER less than ten minutes later. Booth raced to the desk and whipped out his badge. "Agent Seeley Booth. My wife Doctor Temperance Brennan was brought in with injuries from a bomb earlier."
The nurse looked to him and dreaded her next task. "Yes, sir, Doctor Haverbush will want to speak with you. I'll call him right now."
After she finished her phone call, she gestured to the men to have a seat. Booth couldn't sit but stood nearby.
Sweets got the nurse's attention. "Excuse me, ma'am, what is the status of Special Agent Olivia Sparling?"
"Are you with the FBI also?" She asked before Sweets gave confirmation. "Agent Sparling is currently having an ultrasound. When she returns I can ask the doctor if she can have visitors."
"Thank you, ma'am."
An anxious Booth walked up to the desk. "What is the status on Agents Shaw and Perotta?"
Before she could tell him, a fiftyish year old man came out of the ER doors. "Seeley Booth?"
He ran to the man. "I'm Seeley Booth. Where's my wife, Temperance?"
"Let's talk inside."
"….her heart stopped in the ambulance. Her chest trauma was too severe and we were unable to revive her."
They got to a room that had a closed door that the doctor opened. "She's in here, Agent Booth."
Stunned, Booth walked into the trauma room and saw a figure with dark hair on the table with her face towards the wall and feet facing the door. He could see electrode pads connected to her chest and various bloody bandages on the floor. The smell was an unmistakable mix of burned flesh, antiseptic, and death. As he got closer, he was horrified by what he saw.
There were horrific burns on the right side of the body with patches of white skin. He saw wounds on her neck and shoulder. The right side chest area had a wound the size of a baseball that resembled the exit wounds he saw from homemade shrapnel.
'His Bones….oh not his Bones.'
As he got closer to the left side, he saw something on her hand that didn't look right. Bells went off as he rushed over and looked on her hand. When he saw what he was looking for, relief washed over him, followed by dread.
"Doctor Haverbush, this is not my wife!"
It took all of thirty seconds to convince the doctor, who rushed and made a phone call. Booth's ear perked up when the doctor exclaimed surprise.
"I will tell him, thank you." Doctor Haverbush said before hanging up the phone. "Agent Booth, after your wife's ultrasound, they will be doing a closed reduction on her left arm. She is also being evaluated for a concussion and a sprained ankle."
"Why is she getting an ultrasound?"
The doctor walked to Booth. "Because tests showed that she is pregnant."
Booth stood in shock, forgetting the dead woman in the room. "P-P-Pregnant?"
"Yes, we need the ultrasound for age of the fetus, though the OB/GYN on duty estimates six weeks. It seems your wife had a large pillow break her fall during the explosion, plus she was shielded by the decedent and another one, saving her from more serious injuries."
Just then, both realized there was another issue with the deceased in the room. "Agent Booth, do you know who this woman is?"
The agent picked up the hand and examined it. He forced himself to look at the face, which had burned patches along with a couple of wounds from shrapnel. He felt sick when he confirmed his worst fears.
"Yes, Doctor, I do."