Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or the world they live in. That belongs to Hart Hanson and Fox.
HotBloodedFieryTemper: The first chapter that splits away from Espionage is Chapter 26 so it'll be awhile yet. I tried to chop it down and I think cutting a story in half was pretty good LOL. I tried to make them have that same strong attraction/connection as Booth and Brennan but still be a separate entity. I'm glad you liked it =D
1956JohnDeere50: He is so sweet isn't he. I have a line further in the story about sweet guys...we'll see if you can spot it LOL
YenYen76: Tying them together was much more difficult than I ever imagined. You want to have them do something but then realize you can't because you already had them doing something in Espionage. *shakes head* That's why I'm working on the sequels simultaneously. Hopefully it'll keep me from making to many mistakes.
AngelBach: Thanks for the line break info. I finally found something someone posted that a whole bunch of pretty line breaks. So I just copied and pasted lol. My husband is trying too feed my muse but only because he wants the sequel to this story LOL.
SilverMaker: You know you are the only one to comment on that. I thought it was funny myself but I guess you and I are the only ones that get boob humor LOL.
Nertooold54: Is it wrong to want to kick your own characters butts while you're writing them? Because I wrote that for Espionage then when writing it here had the urge to strangle the reporter. Must have been another personality that wrote that scene.
Guinnesshero: Yes honey
Chapter 6 Definition of Eventually
Cam walked into the lounge as Legates stood up. She set a sprite and a bottle of pills down on the table. Walking to the end of the couch, she put Michelle's backpack at the end of the couch. Legates looked at Cam with narrowed eyes.
"She do this often?" He asked his voice laced with concern.
"No, only a couple of times since we've gotten back from Indonesia. Usually starts with someone restraining her or physically trying to force her to do something she doesn't want to. Sometimes pitch blackness will do it too," Cam said, shifting her weight back onto one leg and crossing her arms.
Legates gave an abrupt nod, turned on his heel and started patrolling the platform. Cam looked down at Michelle and let a sad smile creep across her face. Turning, she headed down to the platform to get some work done. Michelle came awake, three hours later, in stages; the first being the pounding of her head, the second being the pounding of her head, and the third being the blinding light that caused her head to pound.
God, she had done it again. She sat up and saw the bottle of pills and a sprite. Opening the Sprite, she took a swig then reached over and grabbed the bottle. Reading the label, she popped the cap and tried to pour two Advil into her hand. Her hands were shaking so bad she dumped some on the floor. She cursed in what she thought was a low tone but obviously wasn't. She saw the men on the catwalk freeze at her curse.
She then realized that there was a buzzing in her ears and she couldn't hear squat. This time she mouthed the curse. A pair of hands closed over hers and she looked up to see Goodman squatting in front of her. He took the bottle from her hand and poured two into her hand. She gave him a pathetic smile and took the pills. He waved his hand at her and she looked up. She saw his lips moving but still could only hear buzzing. She shook her head and pointed to her ears. He frowned and nodded his head. Standing up, he returned to his patrol.
"She okay?" Legates asked as they were approaching each other.
"I don't know. She can't hear me and her hands are shaking pretty bad," he said. Legates' brow furrowed as he walked past Goodman.
When he reached the lounge, he stepped over to where she was sitting on the couch. Crouching down, he ducked his head and caught her eye. She gave him a wan smile. Standing up, he walked to where Cam had put her backpack and brought it to her. He set it at her feet. Expecting her to pull out paper and pencils, he was surprised when she pulled out two more bottles.
"Thanks," she said so quietly he almost didn't hear her.
He smiled and ran his fingers across the top of her hand. Standing up, he returned to his patrol. When he came back around again, she was laying on the couch with her arm over her eyes. Michelle drifted in and out of sleep, mostly hanging in that area where she was not quite asleep and could hear everything going on around her. Her head had stopped pounding and the relief was appreciated. She heard the men coming and going as well as the changing of the sleep shifts as it approached lunch time.
"Parks," Booth bellowed, making her flinch.
"Does he do anything but bellow?" Brown asked from the other couch. Michelle grinned and chuckled lightly.
"Big place, needs to get peoples' attention," Legates muttered from the floor next to the couch Michelle was laying on. She rolled on her stomach and looked down at the floor.
"That can't be comfortable," she murmured.
"I've slept on worse," he grunted.
"Well, you can have the couch. I'm going to try to get some studying done," she said softly.
Rolling into a sitting position at the end of the couch, she stepped between his feet and headed to the coffee pot. Pouring herself a cup, she fixed it with sugar and creamer. Walking around the table, she picked up her backpack and returned to the other side of the table. Unzipping her backpack, she pulled out her chemistry lab book, a notebook and a pen.
Her pen made light scratching noises on her paper as she outlined the experiment she'd miss this week and she'd have to make up. Legates heard the words mass and energy muttered as she wrote. Grunting, Legates got up and got on the couch. Throwing his arm over his eyes, he drifted to sleep. He jumped awake when there was a thud on the table. He cracked his eyes and was shooting a glare at Michelle but found her still absorbed in her book. Glancing around, he saw Angela standing there smirking at him.
"Pizza," she said.
She turned and walked to where Wendell was standing. He saw Wendell point to something on the platform then Angela's eyes narrow. The two continued to discuss whatever it was while people trickled in to grab some pizza. They pulled up pieces of floor and sat around. Michelle ignored the food and people around her. She stuck her pen behind her ear as she flipped through her chemistry book looking for an answer. Goodman chuckled at her determination.
"What are you laughing at, Goodman?" Michelle asked him without looking up.
"Such intensity and for chemistry no less," he commented, sitting on Legates' legs.
"Get your fat ass off my legs, douche," Legates said, jerking his legs up almost unseating Goodman.
"I would like to end the semester with a 3.9 or 4.0 GPA. Since I'm here and missing classes I have to make sure I cover everything extensively. Most especially my chemistry lab as I will have to make it up alone without my lab partner," she said, pulling the pen from behind her ear.
"Are you going to eat?" Goodman asked her, pushing Legates' legs out from under him and over, propping Legates feet on the table.
"Eventually," she muttered.
"Tomorrow isn't eventually," Legates muttered.
"Eventually is defined as at a later time. Tomorrow is a later time," she said, writing her next step on the sheet of paper.
"Smartass," Legates grumbled.
"Better to be a smartass than a dumbass," she shot back. Legates chuckled and Goodman snickered at them. Legates sat up with a grunt.
"This lack of sleep thing is starting to make me cranky," Legates grumped.
"Get used to it," Goodman said, grinning.
Legates opened the box of pizza and snagged a piece from the box. Michelle continued to flip pages and write. Legates finished his pizza, pushed Goodman off the couch and lay back down.
"Eat," he grunted.
Michelle ignored him even though she knew it was directed at her. Cruz laughed at Michelle ignoring Legates and inhaled his pizza. The lounge emptied out and it fell quiet. Legates' eyes shot open with the sound of a round being chambered. He sat up and saw Techie standing with his rifle raised.
"Please release Dr. Brennan, Sergeant," Techie called out. Legates leaned back and closed his eyes. Techie had it covered. Some time passed but Michelle was not sure how long. She looked up to see Wendell, Angela, Booth, and Brennan standing at the railing.
"Do you see it Booth?" Brennan asked him with a sharp look. Booth looked at the platform but he wasn't seeing anything other than people working and burnt corpses.
"No, Bones, all I see is squints and dead bodies," Booth muttered.
"See how the examination tables are placed in circle. The skulls are all pointed in towards each other. There is a blast pattern on the bodies where the damage is," Brennan guided his eyes in the right direction. Booth's mouth fell open. Angela chuckled at Booth's expression.
"Wendell asked me to look. He thought he was seeing things. Apparently, they were shifting the tables around when Wendell spotted it. He was standing here drinking some coffee," Angela said.
"No, good job, Wendell," Brennan said, smiling.
"Angela, can you use this?" Booth asked her, leaning on the rail.
"Booth, I'm offended. Of course I can. As soon as Reed gets me that information. You know the military though," Angela said, rolling her eyes.
"Really starting to hate this investigation. It's been three days and we have gotten nowhere. Reed, what is taking so long with that information?" Booth growled while glaring at Reed.
"Tell me something I don't know. There is paperwork that needs to be filled out, processed, and filed," Reed said snidely. Brennan rubbed her temples and glared at Reed.
"Nothing is ever easy when dealing with you chickens," Brennan grumbled.
"Turkeys, Baby, it's dealing with you turkeys," Booth said, chuckling.
"Sergeant Reed, do something productive and get us the information we asked for. If you are unable to do so, I will see about getting you replaced," Brennan said sharply.
"You can't do that," Reed growled.
"I have the ability to go way above Colonel MacAllister's head. You have put your hands on me in anger three times now. You are not doing anything productive and challenge our authority at every turn. You are slowing us down," Brennan said in a calm manner that caused Angela and Wendell to turn on their heels and flee.
"Ooohhh, I've heard about that tone. You had better watch yourself, Sergeant Reed," Michelle advised calmly from her spot in front of the table.
Reed jerked his head around to stare at her. She gave him an innocent look that was overshadowed by her grin. Legates put his arm over his face and bit back a grin. The group near the railing began walking towards the stairs as they spoke. Their voices faded as they moved away.
"You can laugh now," Michelle said. Legates burst into laughter at her comment. He had barely stopped laughing when Booth's voice rang across the lab again.
"Legates, Techie, and Parks you're with me. Goodman you're in charge. Saddle up guys," Booth called out.
Legates sat up quickly and his feet hit the floor. He was gone in a flash. Michelle shook her head and turned back to her work. Legates went down the steps just behind Techie and saw Booth, Brennan and Parks standing near the door. Legates could see Booth and Brennan in one of their patented bickering sessions. When he and Techie reached the doors, Booth turned and punched his code into the keypad next to the door. They exited the lab and Brennan headed to the elevators.
"Bones, where are you going?" Booth asked his voice laced with frustration.
"I'm not carrying this box around and there is only one place I trust for it to be secured at this time," Brennan said casually. The men followed her onto the elevator. She pushed the button for the basement and Booth looked over at her.
"At most, we will see a security guard. There are not usually a lot of people here. A lot of the scientists do not use their storage areas," Brennan explained briefly.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. When Booth and Brennan stepped off the elevator, Legates and Techie were right behind them. Parks brought up the rear. They walked down the hallway and the deeper into the bowels of the lab basement. The further they went, the further apart the doors became. After going down a small flight of steps, Legates realized two things. One that there were only three doors in this small area and two the doors were steel security pocket doors. These were vaults not just regular storage rooms.
Their footsteps echoed and bounced around the cavernous hallway. Brennan walked up to the door at the end of the hall and entered her code into a keypad. A loud buzzing noise echoed and the door slid into the wall with a slight groan. Legates' mouth fell open at the sight of the inside of the huge vault.
He could see the crates from Maluku stacked in the corner. He remembered them being packed up and they definitely had seemed larger then. The shelves were lined with all kinds of things. He looked close and saw armor on one of them. He took a small step back when he spotted a mummified corpse on a shelf.
Brennan's footsteps bounced off the walls and echoed as she moved through the shelves and stacks of crates. Legates stood near the door and looked at Techie from the corner of his eye. Techie's mouth wasn't open but it was a close thing and his eyes were wide in wonder.
"Jeez, Bones, this place is bigger than both our apartments combined," Booth muttered.
"Yes, Booth, I know. Dr. Saroyan's is much larger. Hers completely encompasses the space directly underneath the lab. Don't touch anything please. These still need to be cataloged and sent to the proper places," Brennan called as she made her way to a back corner.
"Bones, when do you have time for that?" Booth asked, looking around at the rows and rows of shelving units.
"I've fallen behind in the last few years. I can usually get one or two done a year. Occasionally, I have an anthropology intern work on them," Brennan said.
"Aren't all of your interns Anthropology interns? This is a museum don't the artifacts belong here?" Parks called out somewhat confused.
"No, Parks. They belong to the government of the country they came from or the private collector who wants them authenticated. The interns that are working here in the Medico-Legal Lab are Forensic Anthropologists not Anthropologists," Brennan answered him. Booth heard a set of beeps then the sound of a drawer sliding open.
"Tick tock, Bones, we need to get to the Pentagon," Booth called out.
"We're going to the Pentagon?" Parks said, his face going blank.
This is going to be fun, Legates thought. A trip to the head honcho's office. Yippeee, he thought, schooling his face to a blank expression. From the corner of his eye he saw Techie's face in the same expression and knew he was thinking the same thing.
"Yep, you were requested," Booth muttered. Booth heard the clicking sound of Brennan's heels as she walked towards them.
"Are you sure those files are safe here?" Parks asked Brennan as she walked towards them. She stopped and crossed her arms. Looking at him, she narrowed her eyes and gave him a dirty look.
"Agent Parks, or should I call you Master Sergeant Parks? This room holds invaluable artifacts that have started wars. They are worth millions of dollars and more than that in knowledge. Do you for one second think that I would put that information at risk?" Brennan asked him in a low calm tone that made Parks take a step back with his hands raised defensively.
Legates' eyes widened in surprise. He knew for a fact that Parks was supposed to be a Sergeant. When had he become a Master Sergeant? Why was she calling him Agent Parks? Which one was he? Legates eyes shot to Techie's and their eyes met. He saw Techie's eyes narrow and his mouth pinch but nothing was said by either.
"I was just asking," Parks stated.
"Your file is safe, Master Sergeant Parks," Brennan said shortly.
They walked out of the storage room and waited as she closed the door and locked it. She had said it again. Legates had hoped that Dr. Brennan had just said it wrong. But she repeated it and he knew that she knew something they didn't.
"How did you? There's not-Where did you?" Parks stuttered as he followed them.
Booth paused and pinned him to the wall with a glare. He now realized that Parks had lied about something else. Parks eyes shot from Booth to Techie to Legates. Booth's glare was matched by the two men standing behind him.
"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me," Booth snarled.
Techie and Legates eyed Parks with distaste. They moved back down the hallway giving Parks a wide berth and glaring at him. When they reached the elevator, Brennan pushed the button and waited. The doors slid open and she stepped into the car. When the men got on, she pushed the button for the floor where the lab resided. Booth put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his side. She softened against him but held her face expressionless.
Techie raised an eyebrow at Legates who just shrugged. He had no idea about that one. Again, something going on that he was clueless about. His eyes were on the shiny surface at the front of the elevator but his mind was not processing that. He was seeing Michelle in Cam's lap unconscious. He wondered what the hell had happened that caused that kind of reaction. Was it because she was restrained? Was it because of the reporters? A mixture of both?
When the elevator door swished open, Booth and Brennan exited the elevator and turned left. Walking down the hall, they made their way down to the docking area. Booth pushed the door open and the group heard the immediate hawking cries of the reporters from the fence line. No one said a word as they walked to Booth's SUV. It became apparent the National Guard had taken over gate security. They waved Booth through the gate while keeping the reporters at bay.
Brennan rolled her eyes and glanced back at Techie who was sitting watching as they drove through the reporters. Legates' eyes widened, the amount of reporters had almost tripled. Where in the heck had they all come from? After pulling into the parking lot at the Pentagon, they all unloaded and headed for the entrance. When the man at the counter saw them approaching, he waved them through a door. Pausing in the room, Brennan began pulling out her cell phone and various items from her purse. Pausing, she looked up at the men.
"Anything that can be used as a weapon should be placed on the table," she informed them.
Legates dug in his pocket and pulled out the keys to the deuce and a half. He dug around and pulled out his wallet from his pant leg. He glanced over at Techie and laughed at all the crap coming out of his pockets. Techie didn't carry a wallet just individual cards. Booth unloaded the items from his pockets and then put his gun on the table. Brennan crossed her arms and tapped her foot, glaring at him. With a sigh, he bent over and removed the gun from his ankle holster.
"Happy?"
"Yes," Brennan said smartly as Techie snickered at them.
A young woman entered and told them to stand in a line. She briskly frisked Brennan, Parks, and Techie. She frisked Legates a little more thoroughly than she had the others. Legates rolled his eyes as her hands moved higher, on the inside of his thigh, than standard protocol dictated. Then she turned her attention to Booth and a smile quirked the corners of her mouth.
Brennan pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. The woman ran her hand over Booth's chest in an overly familiar pattern. Booth kept his face blank but was getting irritated by the woman's roaming hands. As she ran her hands up his legs to the inside of his thighs Brennan crossed her arms.
"There is a gun there, it's serial number is 321-00-4687," Brennan snapped.
A slow smirk spread across Booth's face as he tried not to laugh. Legates bit back his laugh. That was a social security number not a weapon's serial number.
"Should that serial number mean something to me?" The young woman asked in a sharp manner.
"Yes, because it's my social security number," Brennan fired back.
Legates couldn't control it and burst into laughter. The other men joined him as he laughed at the woman. The young woman stood up and glared at Brennan. When she met Brennan's eyes, she stared into them for a moment. Glancing down, she ushered the people through the door into the hallway.
"Alpha-female one, dominant female zero," Legates muttered with a laugh.
He liked women with fire and Dr. Brennan had it. Quite possibly a little more than he'd prefer. He also liked dominant females but there was something about Dr. Brennan that was just not his style. Plus, she belonged to Booth. They walked down a hallway and the young woman ushered them into a room. Legates took up a stance next to the door and Techie took the other side of the door. Brennan, Booth and Parks sat down at the table.
A middle aged man came in through a door on the other side of the room. He spoke briefly with Brennan and then left. Brennan got a mutinous look on her face and it was directed at Parks. Legates snapped to attention as pretty much the head of every branch followed General Carter in the room. He heard Techie snap to attention as well.
The two men tried to ignore the conversation but parts of it were slipping through. He heard words like brother, Evanescence, dick weed, FBI Intelligence Division, and Kosovo. Legates' eyes darted to the door when it opened. Booth cursed and the man was introduced as Surveillance Specialist Jack DeWalt. Something about the guy annoyed Legates. It was a feeling that the man was going to be a pain in the ass. He was analyzing this when Brennan suddenly stood up and Booth followed suit.
"I will expect a courier to come pick up the files. The remains will be need to be removed from the Jeffersonian property in the next forty-eight hours," Brennan said firmly. Legates' eyes widened and Techie's mouth dropped open slightly.
"Temperance-"
"No, George. My people and I are barely sleeping, barely eating. We have been exposed to a dangerous chemical that could have caused permanent damage to our central nervous systems. And for what? For a government that is refusing to do their part. A government that threatened my life to get at someone I love. I am tired," Brennan said.
Legates mind started running. What the hell were they in the middle of? He heard the General let out a sigh and saw a look of understanding cross his face. The General turned a scowl on the men sitting at the table. Legates followed the movement in the room with his eyes. He saw the men shift uncomfortably and look at one another. They'd been doing something they shouldn't have and Legates could see it written all over their actions.
"Okay, Dr. Brennan, we will get you the information you require and any that you may request. I will give you a fax number for requesting information. A replacement for Sergeant Reed will be sent to the Jeffersonian within the next two hours," Mifflin stated with narrowed eyes. Brennan gave him a short nod.
"We are done here for now. I need the already requested information. DeWalt, I expect you at the Jeffersonian, with bags packed and ready to stay with us, in two hours," Brennan snapped as she strode through the door.
Legates and Techie bit back their grins as they got to do something very few people did. They turned their backs on a five star general and left without being dismissed. They followed Booth and Brennan down the hall.
"Dr. Brennan," Parks started. Brennan stopped walking and turned to face him. Techie came to an abrupt halt when Brennan stopped and Legates almost ran into the back of him.
"Don't, Parks. Just do not speak to me," Brennan said in a low tone.
The five people left the Pentagon and climbed into the SUV. Legates ignored the chatter in the SUV. The discussion didn't involve him other than he didn't have the security clearance for the information. That was perfectly fine by him, this sounded like something he really didn't want to be involved in. They exited the SUV and entered the lab through the door near the loading dock. Booth stopped and pointed at Legates and Techie.
"You two, lab now," he said.
They gave him a clipped nod and headed down the hallway to the lab. They knocked on the door and waited as Cam came to open the door. Her face was frantic and her eyes wide.
"What's wrong?" Legates asked, immediately concerned at the look on Cam's face.
"Reed, oh, Booth is going to," Cam spun on her heel and walked away before finishing her sentence.
Legates scanned the room and saw the Jeffersonian team and his unit clustered around the door to Brennan's office. Angela and Michelle were speaking quickly, their hands moving as they spoke. Legates and Techie moved forward immediately.
"Goodman, what the hell is going on?" Techie barked, irritated at having to sort out a mess. Goodman turned wide eyes to Techie.
"He has a kid and there's nothing I can do. He's higher rank," Goodman said in a panicked tone.
"A kid?" Legates asked, wondering what the hell a kid was doing in the lab.
Legates turned to look at the Jeffersonian team. Cam was banging on the door yelling, Hodgins' mouth was set in a firm line and his eyes were a blue flame, Angela and Michelle were slightly pale. Whoever the kid was he or she was important to the team. He shot a questioning look at Michelle. She walked towards him and stepped close to speak in a low tone.
"He has Parker in there and the door is locked. We can hear Parker crying and Reed yelling," she whispered.
"Parker?" He asked, the name sounded familiar but he couldn't quite place it.
"Booth's son," she said in a horrified tone.
"Shit," he growled. He looked over at Techie and scowled.
"We're about to have World War Three up in here," Legates said.
"Why? What the hell is going on?" Techie asked, scanning the group but not getting an answer.
"Sergeant Reed has Parker Booth, Sarge's son and none of us have enough rank to stop him," Legates said.
"Shit," Techie said.
"Yeah, I already covered that," Legates told him. Legates and Techie pushed towards the door. Techie reached out and knocked on the door.
"Sir, please open the door," Techie asked, trying not to curse at the idiot on the other side.
"This is none of your business, Corporal," Reed's voice shouted back.
Legates heard a small whimper and growled. Who terrorizes a child? Goodman started banging on the door again. Everyone froze when they heard Brennan's voice.
"What is happening," she asked Goodman who was still banging on the door.
"Reed has a kid in there," Goodman nearly bellowed. Brennan frowned wondering what kid was here in the lab and why.
"Sweetie, he has Parker," Angela whispered.
Brennan's eyes went wide and she tried to open the door. It didn't budge it was locked. Pulling out her keys, she unlocked her door and slammed inside. Her gaze was immediately drawn to Parker who was sitting on the couch with his knees pulled up to his chest. He looked up with relief on his face at her entrance.
The tears on his face enraged Brennan. Legates' face displayed horror at a kid sitting on the couch with his knees pulled to his chest and tears on his face. His mind flashed back to the number of times he'd sat in the same position with the same tears of fear on his face. Just as quickly as the thought came it went with Brennan's screech.
"Reed WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Brennan's enraged screech bounced around the room. Techie looked at Legates who looked back.
"She's going to kill him," Techie whispered to Legates.
"I'm going to let her and I didn't see shit," he replied.
A soft laugh came from his left and he realized Michelle was standing there. They fell silent as the scene played out before them.
"This brat was in Ms. Montenegro's office watching classified material," Reed thundered.
Legates highly doubted that Booth's son was a brat. Booth had way too many good qualities to raise a kid that had no respect.
"Parker, come here," Brennan said calmly. Parker stood up, scooted around Reed, and moved towards Brennan.
Reed pointed at Goodman who was standing in the doorway.
"You did not have the authority to allow that child into the lab," Reed growled.
"I was left in charge of security while Legates and Techie were at the Pentagon. I did have the authority. I know that he is Sarge's son. He was absolutely no threat to security," Goodman said stiffly.
Legates and Techie stood behind Goodman, arms crossed, legs spread and glowers on their faces. Silently letting Reed know where their support was.
Reed turned to Brennan and stepped closer. She reached her hand out and took Parker by the shoulder. Pushing Parker behind her, she glared at Reed. He stalked forward and tried to reach around her with his right hand. Brennan's left hand shot out and stopped his arm.
"Oh, bad idea," Techie whispered.
"Well, he never was the brightest bulb in the bin," Legates whispered back.
"Do not even think about touching him," Brennan growled.
"Oh hell," Legates whispered in glee. Techie snickered and grinned at Brennan's back.
Reed tried to push through her grasp. Twisting her hand to the outside of his elbow, she pushed roughly and hyperextended his elbow, causing him to gasp in pain.
"Keep trying and I will break your elbow," Brennan growled in his face.
"Break it, break it, break it," Legates chanted under his breath. Michelle smacked his arm in reprimand. He smirked at her with narrowed eyes.
"I hope she breaks him," Techie said, just loud enough for Legates to hear. He jumped slightly when Michelle smacked him as well.
Reed got back in her face, his eyes wide and he growled. Drawing back her right hand, Brennan punched him in the nose. A satisfying crunch came from his nose. Pushing with her right hand, she shoved him back. Reed sprawled into the floor.
"Goodman, can you and Cam escort Sergeant Reed from the lab. He has been relieved of his duties," Brennan snarled.
A/N: Tomorrow...shadows, butt touching, loving the gas, tickling, being busted, throwing people under a bus, Don't Ask Don't Tell, good books, Brennan doing Jared proud (yeah you finally get to see what she said), giving Brennan a gun, checking for corrosion, free diving, G-shock, Booth's minor, bad 80's flicks, and costumes.
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