A/N: Okay, folks...Is Pelant going down? Can Booth get to Brennan in time? Keep on reading. Keep up those reviews, also. I'm horrible with getting back w/ reviewers right away, but I do my best. Plus the brain candy gives me inspiration.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones but being the meat of a DB and TJT sandwich will have to do until March...
Booth was speeding down Pennsylvania Avenue white knuckling the steering wheel, something that did not escape Sweets' notice. He was also having a problem keeping his emotions cool, but knew history showed that Booth's temper would explode when someone threatened Dr. Brennan. That could lead to him to going in heart first instead of head and the consequences could be fatal.
"Agent Booth, we need to discuss Pelant and what you are going to do when you get there"
Booth knew what was coming when Sweets called him 'Agent Booth'. "Sweets, what's there to discuss?"
"This is not just any suspect, but one who has a personal agenda against you. You need to keep your distance professionally, something that I am not sure you are able to do right now"
"What the hell are you talking about? We approach like it is a typical suspect apprehension. I see the bastard, I take him in. If he hurts Bones or the baby, I shoot him and then take his corpse in."
Sweets realized what the senior agent just said. "Wait…baby?"
Booth realized he let the cat out of the bag too soon. "Yeah, Bones is eight weeks pregnant. We didn't want to say anything until after the first trimester ended, but I just blew that. Angela knows, too. Probably Hodgins"
"Congratulations?"
"Of course congratulations, Sweets. I'm excited. Bones is excited. This baby was…very unexpected. We haven't discussed having another baby. Plus we were having issues after I had to break our engagement. This baby will be like Christine. A surprise"
He also knew he was sitting in the very spot their baby was conceived in. Usually he could laugh with remembrance, but all he could think about at that moment was his wife possibly in danger from a madman in their home.
Sweets caught the street signs and knew they would arrive shortly to the Booth-Brennan house. He knew to keep Agent Booth cool he had to keep him talking until they got there. "So have any predictions on whether it's a boy or girl? Going to find out?"
"I don't care either way, and I don't think Bones does, either. However….I think she may want a boy since we already have a girl. Keep things all symmetrical and stuff. You know Bones."
Suddenly, Booth realized what Sweets did. "Nice job, Sweets. Distraction almost worked. Don't worry, though. I know my job. I will go after Pelant if he hurts Bones, the kids, Charlie, hell even you. However, I won't kill him unless provoked. I want him to go to prison where someone like him will suffer more than anything I can do to him. Satisfied?"
"Yes, Booth. I just want you to know that I will have your back. You helped me after what happened to Olivia and I will help you with Dr. Brennan today."
Booth knew Sweets was trying to tone down his shrinkiness for his benefit and would give him the benefit of his efforts to accept his concern in turn. "Thanks. You're a good friend, Sweets. I know with you as my backup we will get that asshole"
The men sat in silence as they sped through Washington DC.
Brennan was in the shower when she heard what sounded like a loud thump. As she finished rinsing her hair she thought she heard a faint ring coming through the door. She let it go as she grabbed her body wash and started to clean her body, taking care to avoid her splinted arm covered with a trash bag. Hearing the ring of her cell phone in the nearby kitchen, she was frustrated but let it go to voice mail. When she heard the house phone ring she was surprised, but when she heard the ring cut off in the middle of the third ring, she felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. Their house phone was set up to ring five times before the voice mail.
No one called their house phone unless it was an emergency. 'Or the alarm company trying to reach us' she realized.
When she heard the faint ring of the first phone again, she knew something was wrong. When she heard her phone ring, she quickly went to rinse herself off. She got out and ripped the trash bag off her arm. As she was putting on her bathrobe, she didn't hear the house phone ring. Her stomach began to get nauseated with fear.
Slowly she opened the door and limped quietly to the open dining room. When she saw Charlie's prone form on the floor in the living room, safety went out the window as she ran over to him as much as she could. She barely managed to register the marigolds spread out on the floor when she felt a painful prick in her back. She saw a pair of feet before her world went blurry then black.
Pelant shined a UV light onto the computer pad outside the back door. Seeing the four numbers lit, he went though his mental catalog until he determined what the code was possibly. Slowly, he pressed the number in. When he saw the green light, he broke the back door window, twisted the knob, and entered the mud room.
When he heard the shower being turned off he snuck into the open doorway of the laundry room. He pulled out a syringe and a vial labeled sodium thiopental and filled the needle. He saw Brennan shuffle down the hall and break out into a run, or as close as a run as she could pull off with her injured ankle.
Slowly, he snuck behind her as steadily as he could dragging his leg quietly as she bent over the man who took the flowers. When he saw she was distracted, he pulled out the needle and stuck her with it. When he was sure she was unconscious, he turned her over and admired her as her right breast just short of her nipple stuck out of the robe. He needed to call Booth and lure him here, but first….first he will have what he has been dreaming about for months.
His right hand began to untie her bathrobe….
Booth and Sweets parked the car almost a block away and ran over. Both noticed the Ford Focus parked across the street.
"Sweets, check out that car and call it in to Perotta"
"Booth, what about you?"
"I'm heading up there. The tac team should be on their way"
"But Booth—"
"Do what I said, Sweets. That's an order!"
Sweets became resigned. "Okay, you got it"
Sweets watched as Booth crept up to his gate and jumped it. Doing as he was asked, he went to the car and did a cursory look on the inside. Not noticing anything, he called it in to Agent Perotta and continued to check out the car while he waited. As he was looking at the tires, she came back.
"Sweets, that car is registered to a Justin Trimple. Oh shit"
"Oh shit is right. That's one of Pelant's aliases. What's the ETA on the tac team Booth called for?"
"Stay on the line, Sweets" Perotta got on her radio. "Where the hell are you guys? Pelant is at Booth's house!...For fucking real? You're FBI Thompson….use the damn siren and kick some ass…..I don't care what the Maryland troopers say, get your asses over to 1297 Janus Street now!"
Perotta got back on the phone. "Sweets they are stuck behind an accident near Silver Springs and with Thompson in charge he doesn't want to rock the boat. I'll get them there ASAP. Just remember you're not a trained agent so don't do anything stupid"
Sweets was walking to the driver's side door and was opening it. "Don't worry, Perotta" Suddenly he saw a string attached to the door when it was opened. "Shit!"
He shut the car door and ran. He got about three meters away when the car exploded, knocking him across the street into Booth's yard, unconscious.
Perotta heard what sounded like a 'BOOM" followed by static. "Sweets! Damn it!"
Throwing her cell down, Perotta grabbed her radio and called a bus out to Booth's address. She then flipped onto another channel. "Tac Team One. What's your status?"
Genny flipped on her Bluetooth radio with her injured arm. "We're at the power plant. I see a bunch of computer equipment ahead"
Agent Shaw and a couple others were advancing towards Pelant's computer studio. Suddenly, the walls were spotted with several photos of Booth and Brennan.
"Shaw, what the hell are you doing there? I thought you were on desk duty like I am because of your arm! Booth finds out you're out there he is going to kick your ass! Get out of there before something happens!"
Shaw stopped while the other two agents advanced forward. "I'm fine, Perotta. It's already been cleared. We're in what seems to be Pelant's center of operations" Shaw and the other agents ahead were in awe at the photos and paraphernalia on the wall. "Perotta, this place is nuts. You wouldn't bel—"
Suddenly a small explosion blew up in the computer room knocking the agents ahead back. Behind her, Shaw heard two more explosions. "Son of a bitch! Perotta call for a bus! Agents are down! I repeat agents are—"
Perotta could only hear static. "Shaw! Shaw! Damn it!" She changed the channel on the radio. "Yeah, it's Perotta again. We need another bus"
Perotta gave the address of the power plant. When she hung up, she saw someone standing in front of her desk. "Mr. Clements. I can't talk now"
Aldo watched the blonde take charge and began to feel a charge of his own. "It's fine Blondie. I'm just looking for Booth"
"He's at his house with Pelant right now, so get out of my way!" She got up and hobbled down the hall towards Cullen's office. "AND MY NAME'S NOT BLONDIE!"
The flirtatious thoughts he had were replaced by worry. Unnoticed by the other agents scrambling towards Perotta and Director Cullen who were heading back to the bullpen, he went into Booth's office and did something he hadn't done in almost ten years.
He prayed for Booth and his family….and for Pelant's death.
Booth ran up to the gate and jumped it. He got to the back yard and peeked into the kitchen window. What he saw made him have murder in his eyes.
He saw Charlie's prone form on the floor and next to him was Bones with wet hair and her breast almost sticking out from under her robe. He saw a man with bleached hair untying his wife's bathrobe. The man's body size told Booth it could only be Pelant. Quickly, he went to the back door and saw the broken glass. Pushing down the nausea in his stomach, he took the safety off his gun and entered quietly.
He turned down the hallway behind the living room to get Pelant from behind. As he entered the living room, Booth fell full force on his knee as the ground rumbled forward, losing his gun as it slid away.
Pelant fell forward onto Brennan. Seeing Booth's proximity to him, he grabbed the scalpel that fell out of his pocket.
Before Booth could move, he felt a sharp pain in his left leg followed by wetness. When he looked up, it was to a remote with a red button on it.
"Good morning, or should I say afternoon, Agent Booth"