I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.
Ok, one more tonight, this one's for Season Leatherman.
Murphy's Law
She was sound asleep when he pulled up in front of the kill's house. He picked her up in his arms and walked to the door.
His name was Mr. Plum. He was a retired teacher. Although he wasn't a professor, it was close enough. He didn't like the old ones, but it would have to do. He knocked on the door.
"Hello."
"Hello, my wife is very sick. I was on the way to the hospital, and my car broke down. Can I come in and use the phone, so I can call an ambulance?"
The old man looked at the unconscious woman in the younger man's arms. He saw that she was pregnant. He opened the door, and let him in.
"Thank-you for this. I don't know what to do. She just started complaining that she was in pain, and then on the way she passed out. Can I put her on the couch?"
"Oh, yes. I'm sorry. Let me get the phone."
Bones felt herself being picked up, and then felt rain soak her clothes. She tried to wake up, but she couldn't pull herself out of the sleep. She heard someone talking in the distance, and again tried to move. She knew she had a concussion from either the accident or being hit on the head, and that combined with the drugs, prevented her from waking up. She was put down and fell back to sleep.
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He placed Brennan down, and walked behind the older man. He took out the gun and struck him on the head. He immediately fell to the ground. He injected him with the drug, and went back to pick up Bones. He carried her out to the car, and placed her in the trunk. He taped her hands and feet together, being very careful not to hurt her. He pushed the hair out of her eyes and then, closed the trunk, and went to get his kill.
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He put his kill in the back seat. In a way, there was an advantage to having an older man. He could tell anyone who asked, that he was his father and he was sleeping. He drove to the shack, excited for the night ahead.
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The team drove toward the coordinates that were given to Booth by the caller. As they approached the area, they had to switch into four-wheel drive. The terrain was rough, and they had trouble maneuvering the vehicles. They stopped a mile from their destination. Everyone climbed out and put on their gear.
It was pouring and the ground was wet and slippery. Although they had night vision goggles, the rain prevented them from seeing very far. Booth looked into the distance spotting the cabin. The team fell into formation, as they approached the house.
They were silent in their approach. He only picked the best for this, and no one made a sound.
It was silent in the cabin. Booth opened the door, and looked inside. No one was there. It was a one-room shack that he thought was used for hunting. He motioned for his team to enter.
As he took off his gear, he realized that the caller lied.
"Shit."
He walked around the cabin, looking for anything to help them. The rest of the team collected evidence, but Booth knew it was useless. It was a way to keep them occupied while he took his next victim. With his team involved in this wild goose chase, the killer was free to take his prey.
He pulled his men off the streets to come with him, leaving the victims unprotected. He just helped the murderer, to kill again.
They gathered up the evidence and went back to their vehicles, beginning the long journey back to DC. He called in the false lead, and asked Shaw to follow up on the caller. He knew it wouldn't lead anywhere, but he had to follow protocol. He looked at his watch. It was two o'clock in the morning. He would wait until morning to call Bones. She would be asleep by now and he didn't want to wake her up.
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Angela and Jack came out of the doctor's office with a screaming Michael. She had tried everything to calm him down, but nothing worked. They stayed at the office and she sat down to feed him. The nurse gave him some Tylenol, and handed Jack a paper on reactions to the immunizations. Michael finally stopped crying, and started to eat.
Both Angela and Jack had tears in their eyes. They knew this was important, but they also felt bad for their son. After Michael finished eating and fell asleep, they went to the car to go home.
Angela sat in the back next to Michael. She watched her son's peaceful face, as he slept in the car seat.
"Angela, why couldn't you pick a closer doctor? It's a pain to drive all this way."
"Oh, Jack, it's not that bad. He was the best, so many people recommended him, and he's available 24 hours a day. Besides, we don't have to go back for six months. It's only at the beginning that it seems difficult."
"But, an hour each way is still awful long."
They pulled up in front of the house. Angela went to take Michael out of his car seat, and realized that he was very hot.
"Jack, he's burning up."
"Fever is one of the side effects."
"I want to take him to the hospital."
She buckled him back in and Jack drove to the hospital.
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The ambulance arrived at the scene and checked the two cars that were involved in the accident. Only one car had a driver, and when the police arrived a moment later, they discovered that the other car was stolen. The police thought that a couple of teens stole a car, lost control, and fled the scene.
The paramedics used the Jaws of Life to extract Wendell from the car, putting him in the ambulance to bring him to the hospital. The police waited with the cars until the tow truck arrived, to take them away.
No one noticed the purse that was on the floor of the car in the front seat. As the tow truck pulled Wendell's car away, it ran over the cell phone that was lying in the middle of the road. The rain continued to pour down, soaking everything nearby.
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Jack and Angela arrived at the hospital, with a very cranky Michael. They were quickly led into a room, and his vitals were taken. He had a fever of 102 degrees. They explained what happened, and the nurse left to talk to the doctor.
She came back in with medication in a syringe.
"We already gave him Tylenol. You can't give him more." Angela held Michael close.
"This is ibuprofen it will help to bring down the fever. He can have both. It won't hurt him once in a while, but you should never do this at home."
She gave the medication to Michael.
"The doctor will be in shortly."
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He arrived at the path that led to his shack, and transferred the woman and his kill into the jeep. It wouldn't be long now. The shack was only ten miles from the road. As he took Bones out of the trunk, a small cylindrical object lay unnoticed on the floor. As the rain finally came to a stop, he looked toward the sky, and saw the hints of daylight beginning to break. It had been a long night. He was glad it was almost over.