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Very important...this is what happened after Cam told booth to take his butt to sleep. So its all within the same twelve hours...now action!
Twelve hours.
It had been twelve hours since they found out that Brennan took a shot intended for her partner's son. They had been working around the clock for answers. Angela was discovering the height of the criminal by comparing the dimensions of the crime scene. Cam was trying to id the criminal based off prints. Hodgins was seeing if he could get anything from the particulates. Clark ran the blood samples looking for a match.
"Guys look at this", Cam stated as she saw a hug thumb print on the gun.
The others came to stare at their boss curiously. They all had been avoiding each other intend to find out as much as possible before Booth actually shots someone. They were lucky when he went to Dr. Brennan's office without a fight but they knew when the big guy woke up they better have a whole lot of data.
"It's a print, now let's id it", Clark said hurriedly.
"Yea but why would it be placed there and why isn't there any other prints in sight" Angela asked. She scanned the gun threw her weapons list. "Not good", she said looking up. "This is a sniper's riffle. I'm willing to bet whose finger print that is", she stated gravely staring at the gun.
Hodgins saw where his wife was going with this and he didn't like it one bit. He inhaled sharply sharing a look with Cam. "Broadsky", he uttered.
"My money is with you, but I'm still going to run it just to be sure. You know what Doctor Brennan would say".
"God I hope she's alright", Angela cried. She was trying so hard to be there for her friend but with all the pregnancy hormones it was proofing to be a losing battle.
"We will find her Ange", Hodgins stated determinedly.
"Well did you know that Reports of missing persons have increased six fold in the past 25 years, from roughly 150,000 in 1980 to about 900,000 this year? The increase was driven in part by the country's growing population. But the numbers also indicate that law enforcement treats the cases more seriously now, including those of marginalized citizens. An astounding 2,300 Americans are reported missing every day, including both adults and children", Mr. Vincent told the group.
Angela started crying harder.
"Not helping Mr. Niguel Murrey," Cam stated calmly. 2,300 was a really big number. "Wow, okay people lets get's back to work before Booth wakes up. Hodgins make sure your wife rest; I want nothing else to happen to my staff",
She turned back to the weapon before and sighed greatly.
Her head felt really, really heavy. The last thing she remembered was talking to Parker and then everything else was a little fuzzy. "Ugh my head", she reported trying to understand what happened. Her senses told her she was in a hospital.
"Glad to see your awake", a male doctor said with Bren chart in his hands. "How are you feeling? I'm Doctor Anderson. Do you remember anything ma'am".
Bren took a moment before she composed her response. "I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian. Why am I here'?
"You were in a car accident but you were also shot. We were hoping you can tell us what happened but no permanent damage", he paused waiting for her to come to terms.
"Shot", she repeated and suddenly blonde hair and warm brown eyes filled her mind; Parker! Her heart started racing uncontrollably which was irrational because Parker was with Booth perfectly safe. Yet she still panicked.
The man rushed to give her more pain medication and tried to coach her into calmness. "We already called your medical contact. They should be on their way".
Fear gripped her. Wasn't Booth her medical contact? Irrationally as it may be she didn't want to see him. She was brought out of her thoughts by a loud. "OMG Sweetie", she smiled lazily the morphine already taking affect. She knew that voice. "Ange", she whispered back.
Her friend was in tears and Hodgins was right behind her. "How you feeling Dr. B", he asked.
"How is Parker", she counted.
"He's perfectly fine. He doesn't even know what happened …not really. He's just concerned about you. Which begs the question; how are you?"
"My heat hurt but there is no immediate trauma and my wrist looks broken if the cast is any dictation to that and I have a gunshot wound in my abdominal. Hodgins can you get my charts. I would like to see them", she asked.
'Sure. I know when I'm being dismissed when I hear it" he joked.
"Honey are you sure you're okay", Angela asked taking Bren's uninjured hand. Bren squeezed back reassuringly.
"I'm perfectly okay but I missed my flight. Where is Booth", she asked expectedly.
Angela looked uncomfortable. "I sort of tampered with his phone because he needed rest and when I got the call I came straight here."
"That was highly illogical and illegal. Booth is a federal agent", she stated.
"And you're my best friend".
"You are one of the most illogical people I have ever met", Bren stated.
"I take that as a compliment. Now all we have to do is catch Broadsky", Angela gushed rubbing her belly. "Aunt Bren is going to be okay".
"The fetus can't hear you Angela and what about Broadsky",
"Who said anything about Broadsky and its called a BABY", Angela backtracked.
"You did, now spill".
"Ugh fine Broadsky was the gunman that tried to take out Parker. But it's hard to tell who the original target was giving the dimension. He left his thumb print on the riffle as if it was a calling card. I bet he's trying to send a message to Booth".
"I conclude your right. He's trying to isolate Booth from everybody that means anything to him. You have to warn Hannah to get out of gunfire".
"It's get out of dodge and she is the least of my concerns".
"For Booth to win, Broadsky must think he won. Why don't we let him think I'm dead therefore he would somehow thank he has the upper hand and Booth won't have anything else to lose because Hannah will be out of town and Parker is probably in protective custody".
Angela sweat dropped. "You can't be serious".
"Serious about what", Hodgins asked with Dr. B's medical charts in his hand.
"Bren cracked her skull too hard and wants to fake her own death in hopes of luring Broadsky out in the open".
"No way", he gasped.
"That's what I said" his wife agreed.
"No I'm totally seeing where Dr. B is going with this. If the FBI can do it to Booth why can't we fake doctors Brennan's. We have the brains to pull it off. I say do it".
"Plus Booth can't find a dead woman. This is my way from getting away from Booth without a trace", Brennan said.
Angela saw where the wheels in Brennan's head were going and she didn't like it. "No, Booth has to know. Remember what you felt when you thought he died, Bren this is not right. Don't leave him like this", Ange pleaded.
"Booth can't know because Broadsky has to think it's real. I won't go far and u can send me stuff about the case".
"Okay so how are we going to get the doctors to agree", she asked caving in knowing when these two had an idea there was no stopping them.
Hodgins grinned. "Money talks".
Angela gawked at her husband while Bren had that look on her face stating 'I don't know what that means'.
Once Brennan was secure in the mansion with the new hired on nurse the two went back to the Jeffersonian. They knew they were going to need help pulling this off. If anything they needed to be filled in so they can keep their mouths shut because they would notice an instant that the body was fake and the bones were false.
In the end Cam was grateful Booth was still sleep. She sent everybody who couldn't keep a secret home and only kept Clark, Niguel, and Wendell there. The three interns were working on making a skeleton by the x-rays while Hodgins made a skin like substance in record time. Angela worked on the hologram and Cam kept a close eye on Booth.
She actually felt really bad for him. Even though he had been a distant asshole since the blonde entered his life he was still her friend. She had to remind herself that it was for the best and they were trying to catch a murder.
As expected news of Dr. Temperance Brennan death hit the media within an hour time. Apparently witnesses say a red car crashed into her's in a full on collision. Witnesses say this was no accident. Cam wondered who left Brennan for dead on that road, because according to the medical files. That's how they found her. She wondered if it was Broadsky or someone else. Just what they needed another mystery.
"Does anyone else feels creeped out", asked Clark.
"Trust you are not alone my friend", answered Wendell.
"Come on its science. It's never creepy", exclaimed Hodgins.
"it's a little creepy honey', she responded. "Bigger question which one of us is going to tell Booth".
It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"Studies have proven that it's harder to tell a convincing lie to someone you find sexually attractive", Vincent stated.
"Well, thanks for the info. I'm out", cam stated backing out.
Angela snorted. "Yup I'm out too Studly won't be hearing it from me", she agreed.
Clark snorted. "Why do I have the feeling it's going to be one of us that tells Booth Dr. Brennan is dead", Clark asked.
"Because you're smart", Hodgins joked lamely holding onto Angela.
A purse fell in the distance and they all turned their heads to look at the intruder. Standing at the entrance was none other than Hannah. All the color drained from her face. "Temperance is dead", she cried.
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