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Chapter 5- Putting Michelle to Bed
"What?" Legates barked through the open window.
"Dude, I'm going to kick his ass. I'm tired. I'm cranky and he's being mean," Hodgins grumbled into the phone. Legates saw a hand reach through the window and turn towards him.
"Legates," Booth called out.
"Sarge," Legates answered.
"I'm going to pull past his driveway and Techie should stop before the driveway. Hodgins has to input his gate key code. And Legates, stop pissing off the squints they get mean when they're sleepy," Booth told Legates. He heard Legates grunt but then he acknowledged Booth's instructions.
"Will do, Sarge," Legates muttered, "stupid reporters. Can't I just run them over, Sarge?" Booth chuckled at Legates question.
"No, Legates. Now, relay to Techie," Booth instructed then mumbled, "There'd be less paperwork if you just shot them." Booth grimaced as he heard Legates and Hodgins laughter through the phone. Hodgins pulled his hand back and went back to his seat. Legates closed the window then picked up the radio and started to relay Booth's orders.
"Techie, Sarge says he's pulling past Dr. Hodgins driveway. You are to stop before the driveway so Dr. Hodgins can put in his gate key code," Legates said.
"Got it," Techie's voice crackled back a few seconds later.
Michelle drifted off to the rumble of the truck and exhaustion. Legates drove through the city, cursing the older truck. Even though they had been given the trucks used for parades and civilians it was still an older truck that was a pain in the ass to drive. The half hour drive seemed to take forever. Finally, they pulled up in front of a set of gates.
When the gates slid open, Techie drove through them and up the driveway. Legates waited while Booth pulled a u-turn and through the gates behind Techie. Sighing, he pulled in behind Booth and up the driveway. The Hodgins estate was landscaped and the fall flowers were in full bloom. The house came into sight and Legates shook his head. The house was huge and sprawling. Pulling to a stop, he engaged the brakes and turned the truck off.
Jumping out, he stood waiting as Hodgins walked up the steps. The men and CID unit exited from the trucks. Following his unit, he walked up the steps and into the house. He stopped in the foyer and tried not to gape at the opulence. Hodgins stood talking with Booth, acting as if it was no big deal. He could see quite a few of the men were uncomfortable and shifting from foot to foot.
Legates watched as Booth disappeared through a door to the left of the stairs. Booth reappeared a moment later and walked outside. Legates looked around his mind finally giving up on rational and logical thought. His eyes were slightly glazed but he was functioning. Watching the door, he saw Booth return carrying Brennan. He had a sneaking suspicion that all of the scientists were asleep in the back of the truck.
"Hodgins, where do you want everyone?" Hodgins looked around, mentally counting.
"There are fifteen rooms downstairs the rest are upstairs," Hodgins said, shrugging.
"Okay, Young, Price, Techie, Legates, Goodman, Addison, Brown, Cruz, Murphy, Mitchell, Lewis, Wendell, Sweets and Daisy, Cam, Michelle downstairs. Everyone else upstairs," Booth said, clapping his hands. Reed glared at Booth and waited for Hodgins to say something.
"Angela's and my bedroom is at the end of the hall, there," Hodgins said, pointing towards the hallway. The men stared at him. Hodgins sighed and looked over at his butler.
"Tom, can you please show them to a bedroom upstairs. Then you are free to start your vacation with everyone else," Hodgins said with tired eyes. The butler nodded and gestured for the men to follow him. Booth turned to look at Hodgins with a tired smile.
"Can you carry Angela?" Hodgins laughed at Booth's question but nodded yes.
"I'll get Cam then go back for Michelle," Booth said, starting to walk back outside. Legates heard Booth as he came up the stairs.
"I'll get Michelle," he offered with a shy grin.
Booth chuckled and nodded. They walked out to the truck and tried not to laugh at Sweets trying to lift Daisy. Booth jumped up in the back of the truck and shooed Sweets out of the way. Lifting Daisy, he passed her down to Sweets.
"You're downstairs. Pick a room," Booth told him quietly.
Sweets nodded, turned and walked into the house. Booth gently picked up Angela, who murmured in her sleep and passed her down to Hodgins. Walking over, he picked up Michelle and passed her down to Legates. Legates hooked his arm under her knees and had his other arm behind her back. She was extremely light for someone as tall as she was.
Her head was at his shoulder and he felt her shoulders move. He heard a sigh so soft he was sure no one else had heard it. Booth rubbed his hand down his face when Michelle snuggled closer tucking her head into the soldier's neck. Legates face started turning red all the way to the roots of his hair. He needed to get away from the truck before his Sergeant spotted his reaction to the woman in his arms.
"When you're done there, go set up patrols for tonight. Use everyone so everybody gets some sleep," Booth instructed.
Legates nodded then started blushing. Michelle had sighed and the feel of her breath across his neck caused an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. Turning, he walked back into the house and down the steps when Booth waved him off. Going down the hall, he saw the third door on the back wall was open.
Pushing it open, he saw that there were no bags and no one in it. Carrying her to the bed, he set her down on it. Reaching down, he pulled off her shoes and snickered. One sock was black with green flames and the other was white with purple flames on them. Not only did she wear weird socks but they didn't match.
Lifting her legs, he swept the covers down and set her legs down. Pulling the covers up, he chuckled when she rolled over onto her stomach and sprawled. Bed hog, he thought to himself. Leaving the room quietly, he closed the door and headed back upstairs. Techie was standing in the foyer waiting for him. He walked up to him and stood there.
"Yeah, I'll take care of the patrols. You look like shit," Techie said, grinning.
Legates narrowed his eyes and thought about flipping Techie the bird but truth was he didn't have the energy.
"Go ahead. You'll get probably five hours before we have to get up in the morning," Techie said, waving him off.
Legates spun on his heel and headed back down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, he hung a left and walked down the hallway until he saw a door that was open. He stuck his head in and saw it was empty. Walking in, he closed the door behind him. Glancing around, he mentally sighed. At least this room wasn't all girlie like the one he'd put Michelle in.
The walls were hunter green and the floor was a dark color. The bed was black wrought iron with a burgundy comforter and burgundy pillows. The couch in the room was burgundy and the wooden feet matched the floor. Throw rugs around the floor softened the look. It was masculine but not overly so. Groaning, he sat on the couch and unlaced his boots. After toeing them off, he walked to the bed and flopped down face first. First and last thought to his mind was, I really need to get one of these beds.
Five hours later, Techie opened the door and snorted at the sight of Legates laying across the bed with his legs from just below the knee down, hanging over the edge. Techie loudly dropped Legates' duffel and laughed when Legates jumped.
"Techie, I'm going to shoot you," Legates groaned.
"Get your lazy ass up. The squints have been up and moving for the last half hour. Hell, your girlfriend is drinking coffee," Techie smirked.
"She's not my girlfriend...yet," Legates said, smugly. Techie laughed and left the room, his next stop coffee then Booth and Brennan.
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Michelle shot to an upright position, her breathing short and ragged. Her eyes shot around in a panicky fashion and all she saw was the darkness. Putting her hands out, she felt for a light of some kind. She found the lamp next to the bed and switched it on. Where the hell was she? She realized she must be at the Hodgins Estate. Searching her memory, she found nothing about arriving. Sitting up, she also realized she was still fully dressed except for her shoes. She saw her bags on the loveseat in the room.
Getting up from the bed, she quickly pulled out her shower supplies, make up, bra and matching panties. She headed to the bathroom and took a shower. The hot water and lights in the bathroom relaxing her jangling nerves. After putting on her undergarments, she stepped out into the room and jumped in surprise. Cam was seated on the loveseat.
"Uh, Cam," Michelle said, rushing to her bag to pull out her robe.
"Good Morning. Sleeping Beauty," Cam said, smiling.
"What's up?" Michelle asked, digging in her bag for clothes. She pulled out a deep purple and black surplice top, a pair of black jeans and a pair of black socks with purple polka dots on them.
"Nothing, I was just coming to wake you up but since you're already awake I'll go. Coffee is up in the kitchen," Cam said, standing.
Michelle nodded and watched Cam leave the room, with narrowed eyes. Shaking her head, Michelle walked to her dresser and picked up her Warm Vanilla Sugar body spray. Walking back to the bed, she pulled off her robe and dropped it on the bed. She then spritzed on her body spray and pulled on her clothes. Looking around, she didn't see her boots. Sighing, she walked back to her bag and pulled out her black flat Mary Janes. Sliding her feet into them, she picked up her backpack and left the room.
She made her way down the hall and up the stairs. Walking into the kitchen, she paused at seeing the scientists gathered around the table, talking and waving their arms in an excited manner. She set her backpack on the floor near the island and walked to where the coffee pot was. Techie grinned at Michelle as she made a beeline for the coffee. She ignored him as he stood up and quietly left the kitchen. Michelle stood there for a moment wondering about a cup when she heard Hodgins' voice.
"Michelle, cabinet up and to your left. Sugar, powdered creamer on the counter and milk in the fridge to your right," Hodgins called out.
"Thanks," she said, reaching up to the cabinet for a cup.
She poured herself a mug of coffee and dumped some sugar into the cup. Walking to the refrigerator, she opened it and pulled out the milk. Setting the cup down on the counter next to the fridge, she poured some milk in and then returned it to the refrigerator. Walking to the table, she glanced around and saw two seats near the end of the table. Walking to it, she flopped down at the end of the table. Hodgins chuckled at her and she shot him a dark look.
"Me too," Angela agreed with Michelle's dark look. The man next to Michelle eyed her with a slight bit of interest.
"Specialist Connor Murphy but everyone calls me Red," Murphy introduced himself. Michelle looked at him and grunted.
"Michelle," she said, shaking his hand briefly.
"Specialist Murphy, her brain turns on after her first cup of coffee. Until then you get monosyllabic answers and noises," Cam said with a grin.
"Sounds like Techie," Goodman laughed.
"What sounds like me?" Techie asked, returning from his jaunt downstairs through the door into the kitchen from the hallway.
Legates sighed, rolled from the bed, walked to the couch, got his shower stuff and a clean pair of drawers. Walking to the bathroom, he placed his stuff on the counter then stripped. After taking a quick shower, he threw on his clothes and left the room.
Heading up to the kitchen, he found several coffee mugs sitting on the counter. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he put sugar in it and walked to the table. He sat down in the empty seat next to Michelle. Michelle was feeling the coffee start to kick in and looked over at Cam.
"Anyone know who put me to bed? I can't find my boots," Michelle said to the room in general.
"They're under the bed," Legates said.
Everyone at the table stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him. He just stared back and shrugged. Michelle nodded and took another sip of her coffee.
"You put her to bed?" Murphy asked, gesturing at Michelle.
"Yep," Legates answered.
"So, just anyone can put her to bed?" Murphy asked, with a slightly predatory look in his eye.
"Nope," Legates said. The tension at the end of the table ratcheted up a notch.
"Then why could you?" Murphy asked, making Michelle sigh and ignore him.
"Because I was the only one who offered and Sarge was okay with it," Legates said.
"I could have offered," Murphy argued.
"You could have but you didn't. You couldn't have carried her anyway and Sarge probably wouldn't have let you," Legates told him stiffly. Michelle's eyes narrowed, she thought he was saying she was heavy.
"I could too carry her," Murphy argued, ignoring the other reasons.
"No, you're too short. She's taller than you," Legates said, smirking at the CID man.
The Jeffersonian team was watching the conversation like it was a tennis match. Legates returned to his coffee and proceeded to ignore the man. Murphy silently fumed, his Irish temper about to get the best of him.
"Well, Michelle who would you have preferred?" Murphy asked, looking at her.
She looked at him and grunted. Legates bit back a laugh and shot her a wink. She narrowed her eyes at him in return, making him grin.
"That was no kind of answer, young lady," Murphy said in a parental tone.
Legates grimaced when he saw the look cross Michelle's face. Cam opened her mouth to say something and Legates put his hand up and grinned at Cam.
"It doesn't matter what I preferred. It's over and done with, but for future reference unless I get to know you a hell of alot better I would choose Legates. Now, please leave me alone so I can finish my coffee," she said in a flat tone. Legates tried not to laugh and actually managed it until Wilson burst into laughter.
"Shut the hole between your nose and chin, Wilson," Michelle grumbled, which just made Legates laugh even harder. When he finally stopped laughing, he looked over at her with a grin.
"Nice socks by the way," he told her. She shot him the stink eye and took another swallow of her coffee.
"Oh, please tell me it's wasn't the save the boobies pair," Cam muttered. Legates shot her a look and grinned.
"Nope, but now I want to see those now," he said, smirking.
"They're horrible," Cam muttered.
"No they're not. They promote breast cancer awareness and the money I spent supports breast cancer patients," Michelle said.
"Michelle, the heels look like an anatomically correct pair of breasts," Cam said pointedly.
"I have a pair of those," Angela said, lifting her cup in salute. Michelle shot Angela a smile.
"These I have to see," Legates said, grinning for all he was worth.
"If you're a good boy, I'll let you see my boobies," Michelle said, standing up.
The table fell silent for a split second then the Jeffersonian team and the rest of Legates unit howled in laughter. Cam scowled down the table at Legates. Legates' face turned red and his eyes widened in surprise. Michelle rinsed her cup out and put it in the dishwasher.
Picking up her backpack, she walked out to the foyer and sat on the steps. Thirty minutes later, everyone was standing around discussing what truck they were going to be in. When everything was settled, they began loading up much in the same manner they had last night.
Murphy looked between the two trucks and sighed. Taking the lesser of two evils, he climbed in the back of the truck with the Jeffersonian team. Goodman and Wilson were the team on the back of his truck. Legates boosted the women up into the truck with the help of Wilson. When everyone was loaded, Legates eyed the seating arrangement.
"Goodman, Wilson, make sure they don't fall off the back," Legates said, indicating Michelle and Cam.
"Yep," the two men replied automatically.
Legates dropped the flap but didn't tie it down. Michelle looked at Cam and rolled her eyes. Cam pursed her lips then shot Michelle a smirk. The ride was loud so Michelle pulled out her phone and went shopping for new clothes.
"Are you seriously shopping?" Wilson asked, glancing over her shoulder.
"Yeah, you want to see the new underwear I picked out?" Michelle asked, flashing him the phone. He threw his hand up and covered his eyes. Spreading his fingers, he peeked at the phone through them.
"NO!" He barked pretending to be horrified, making Cam and Goodman laugh at him for completely different reasons.
Michelle grinned impishly at him. Angela shook her head. She knew that look on Michelle's face. It was one that was pasted on her own face quite often. As they approached the Jeffersonian they could hear the reporters trying to swarm the truck. They saw the gate flash past through the gap in the back flaps. They felt the truck pull to a stop but the front window opened and Wilson moved towards the front and he and Legates spoke.
"Legates, what is going on?" Wilson asked, seeing the reporters all over the back parking lot.
"The reporters are swarming the trucks and if we get out there's no way we'll get into the building," Legates said, eyeing the crowds of reporters around the truck. The phone on the seat next to him buzzed and he picked it up.
"Legates," he said into the phone.
"Legates, we are waiting for reinforcements. ETA 10 minutes," Techie said into his phone.
"Okay, got it," he said, hanging up the phone.
"Reinforcements, ETA ten minutes," Legates told Wilson.
"Got it," he said.
Cam pulled her phone out of her pocket when it vibrated.
"Dr. Saroyan," she answered.
"Dr. Saroyan, can you call security to see if these gates actually close. If they do see about getting them closed," Brennan said quickly.
"Yeah, I'll call the security desk to find out about that," Cam answered quickly.
She heard the line go dead and laughed at Brennan's abrupt end to the phone call. Cam scrolled through her contacts, looking for the number to Jeffersonian security. Wilson turned and saw an arm sneak up through the flaps and latch onto Michelle's arm. Michelle started pulling back but to no avail. The person on the other side weighed more and had gravity on their side.
"Help," Michelle squeaked in distress.
Cam dropped her phone, lunged across the truck, and grabbed Michelle's other arm. She felt herself being dragged forward. Wilson saw it happening and he surged forward, wrapping his arms around her waist. The forward momentum caused them to slide forward.
"Cam," Michelle whimpered in fear.
"We got you," Cam said, steadily.
Then she heard the panicky breathing and cursed under her breath as they slid forward more. Goodman tried to get under Cam to wrap around Michelle's waist but he couldn't fit. Grunting, he grabbed Wilson's arm and planted his feet. They all briefly froze when they heard Booth. Michelle's panic was full blown at this point and she was starting to hyperventilate.
"Not again," she muttered between gasps.
"FBI! Freeze," Booth yelled. The reporters around the truck fell silent and the reporter pulling on Michelle's arm glared at him.
"Let me see your badge," the reporter screeched, still firmly holding Michelle's arm.
"Cam, whose arm is that?" Booth yelled, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Michelle's. Booth, I don't mean to rush you but we're about to have a full blown panic attack here," Cam said calmly.
Wilson was amazed by the calm tone Cam was using. Michelle had tears running down her face and was breathing fast and hard. Cam heard Booth speak again.
"Techie, if he moves, shoot him," Booth said in an even darker voice.
If there were two of them why was this taking so long? Angela was crouched next to Michelle speaking to her softly trying to calm her down.
"Michelle, calm down, Sweetie, we have you and we won't let you go," Angela said to her.
Michelle's only response was a soft sob. After letting out the sob, Michelle gave up to lack of oxygen and lost consciousness.
"Cam, she passed out," Angela said, as they surged forward slightly when Michelle's body went limp.
"Yeah, I can tell," Cam said, her eyes narrowing. Angela saw Cam getting angry and upset now that she wasn't trying to stay calm for Michelle.
"What is going on back there?" Legates barked through the window, hearing a commotion drifting from the window behind him.
"Some asshole has a hold of Michelle's arm and is trying to pull her from the back. Sarge is out there but we're not sure how much longer we can hold on," Goodman grunted.
Legates eyes narrowed in anger, he thought about starting the truck and slamming it into reverse. The only thing stopping him was the fact that Michelle might fly out of the back. Glancing out the passenger's side window, he saw Booth with his weapon drawn at the rear of the truck.
"Sarge is back there with his weapon drawn," Legates called through the window.
Cam heard Booth's voice but not what he was saying. Then his voice got louder and she heard him speaking to her.
"Cam, is Michelle okay?" Booth called towards the truck.
"She passed out a few minutes ago. She's breathing, but keeping her in the truck is getting harder and harder. Some asshole outside the truck still has a hold on her arm. I'm scared of pulling her shoulder out of the socket," Cam called back in frustration.
"Well, hang on because her arm may jerk here in a second. I'm getting ready to shoot this reporter," Booth called back.
The people in the back of the truck heard voices and then Michelle surged towards them making them all stumble back and fall like dominoes. Legates saw the National Guard pushing the reporters back and jumped out of the truck. Running to the back, he pulled the flaps open and saw Cam sitting in the floor of the truck with a pale Michelle draped in her lap.
"She okay?" He asked, worried that something serious was wrong.
"She'll be fine. She had a panic attack and passed out. She going to have sore arms though," Cam sighed and lightly hugged the top of Michelle's head.
"Goodman, pass Michelle down to me. Then you and Wilson get everyone off this truck," Legates ordered in a clipped tone.
He really wanted to shoot every reporter starting with the one sitting next to the FBI vehicles in handcuffs. He shot the reporter a nasty look and reached up when Goodman sat down on the back of the truck to pass Michelle down. Legates stood holding Michelle as Goodman climbed down from the back. He and Wilson got Cam down first.
Legates followed Cam to the door and waited as she punched in her number. Legates and Cam stepped into the building. Cam stood next to the door waiting for the others to catch up. When they started shuffling in, she moved towards Legates. Picking up Michelle's wrist, she started silently counting and let out a sigh of relief.
Legates looked up, caught Wilson's eye, and jerked his head towards the hallway. Wilson nodded and moved into the hallway headed to the lab. Cam stepped away from Legates and followed him as he walked to the lab behind Wilson. When they reached the doors to the lab, Cam opened them.
Legates passed by her and carried Michelle up into the lounge. For some reason this whole situation made him really angry. He couldn't remember the last time he was this angry. He laid her on the couch and arranged her into a more comfortable position.
He pushed her hair back from her face and shook his head. Yep, he definitely wanted to kill someone for this. He was becoming very attached to this woman, he thought to himself. Cam watched from the edge of the lounge as Legates arranged Michelle and pushed her hair back from her daughter's face. Cam hoped these two didn't end up being another Booth and Brennan situation.
A/N: Let's see what's up next for tomorrow...buzzing in the ears, sleeping, pizza, chemistry, chickens and turkeys, laughter, carrying boxes, rank confusion, a trip to the bosses office, Reed being an idiot (bet you thought you wouldn't see that again *snicker*), blood thirst, bad ideas, and satisfying crunches.
A/N2: Okay so I tried to put in line break but for some reason FFN won't let me put in anything other than these ugly blue lines I use to separate the story from my comments so my apologies. If you know how to do it any other way please let me know because I'm at a loss.
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