Disclaimer: Same as yesterday. I still don't own or won't ever own Bones or any of the characters. They belong to Hart Hanson and Fox.
Silver Maker: Glad you liked her costume. I had fun putting it together! As far as the Kansas thing I was referring to when they go to Kansas ;-) You'll have to excuse me if I'm a little unclear. I do this first thing in the morning while I'm drinking my coffee =D So I'm not very coherent lol.
Yenyen76: Tada more for you! I'm really glad you're liking this story.
AngelBach: Well, yes you'll see a little more of her than you did in Espionage but not by much. I didn't write out the fight...yet...heh heh I still have two more stories for Michelle and Legates plotted out and my husband pushing for more than that LOL.
BecksBones: I had fun writing out those extra details. When I started writing this part of the story I thought I would be bored but it was interesting to 'see' the actions in my mind and hopefully you got to 'see' them as you read.
Nertoold54: So, I'm standing in line at CVS (pharmacy) about five months ago and I 'feel' someone standing behind me. Me being me I glance behind me to see who it is. I have a tendency to do it since this is Delaware, there's a good chance you know them =D. Anyway, so I see well a military stomach. Leaning back, WAY BACK, I glance up and I SWEAR TO GOD it was Legates in person. The dude was huge, olive skinned, dark haired, couldn't see his eyes he was too freaking tall. I'm 5' so when I say I saw his belly I wasn't kidding. And to answer your psuedo question. Yeah he was hot!
luckywynner86: Glad you liked it =D
Chapter 10- His Eye Is On The Sparrow
Taking his hand, Michelle let him lead her to the floor. Wrapping an arm around Michelle's waist, Legates pulled her close to his frame and grasped her other hand in his large one. They begin to sway together on the dance floor. Sadie paused near the door where they are supposed to wait for the women to come and get their children.
She glanced at the dance floor and a grin crossed her face. Her little boy has a thing for Michelle. Cam let out a slightly mournful sigh as she watched Michelle begin to dance with Legates. Her little girl is no longer interested in boys, now she was interested in men. This brought about a whole new series of possibilities or problems.
"They're just dancing," Angela pointed out.
"Yes, I know but they have that weird connection type thing that Booth and Brennan and you and Hodgins have. It's not love because it's way too soon for that, it's just an instant connection. And I hate it when Michelle dates," Cam said, smiling but her eyes still sad.
"They all grow up," Angela said wisely.
"Come on let's do our thing so we can get out of here," Cam said, waving the group away from the wall.
Techie looked up and grunted.
"Sorry, Baby, time to work. Walk with me," he said to Andrea, holding out his arm.
Andrea looked up at him, smiled and looped her arm around his elbow. Techie jerked his head and the rest of the men followed suit.
"Keep an eye out, Jackass," Techie said, as he walked past Legates and Michelle on the floor.
"I really hope he was talking to you and not me," Michelle murmured. Legates breathed in and chuckled at her comment.
"Yeah, he's talking to me," Legates said.
He swallowed as the scent of honey suddenly became stronger. Looking down, he realized that she was getting warm pressed up against him. Not sweating mind you just warmer and with her rise in temperature the smell from her powder increased.
"Oh God," he whispered.
"What's wrong?" She asked looking up at him.
She saw a slightly glazed look in his eyes and quirked a brow at him. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. The song came to a slow end and he took an abrupt step back. Michelle looked at him with her face crinkled in confusion. He smiled and ran his hands down the front of his coat.
"Come on," he said and led her off the floor.
They took their place on the wall and his eyes were constantly moving. He heard a warbling whistle and cursed under his breath as he saw Hannah Burley making her way across the floor towards Booth and Brennan.
"That bitch," Michelle growled, stepping forward when she spotted the woman. Legates reached out and wrapped his arm around her and pulled her back against his chest.
"They're okay. Just leave it," he said near her ear.
The candlelight flickered in her eyes and he saw an evil flame that made the glow even more creepy. His parents made their way back to where Legates and Michelle were standing. Sadie and John followed the pair's eyes to see a blonde woman speaking with a couple of the floor.
"Excuse me," Michelle snarled and pulled away from Legates.
She stalked to the bathroom and shut herself in the largest stall. Taking large breaths, she tried to calm down. She could feel her blood pressure rise, she could feel the memories trying to surface. Not tonight, she was out with a hot guy and those memories and that woman weren't going to ruin this for her.
"What the hell is that about?" John asked, looking at his son for an answer. Legates' eyes continued to move and he sighed not really wanting to answer the question.
"Ms. Burley wrote a not so nice article about Dr. Brennan and about what happened to them in Maluku," Legates said briefly.
"Honey, if she wrote it about Dr. Brennan it wouldn't be them," Sadie corrected, a little confused.
"I read that article and she said something about two women being kidnapped but Dr. Brennan was the only one tortured. She questioned what happened to the other woman but never outright said," John said, sipping the drink he'd gotten before they returned to their son. Legates gave a clipped nod but said nothing more. Sadie's eyes widened as she put two and two together.
"Oh my," she said.
"Nothing like that happened but everyone is asking and speculating because Hannah Burley left it open," Legates said, his eyes still moving.
Michelle returned from the bathroom and stood next to Legates saying nothing. He noted her pallor and grimaced. John's mouth fell open a little when Michelle started digging in the bodice of her dress. Sadie laughed softly at Michelle's creative problem solving technique of using her bodice as a pocketbook of sorts. Legates looked at Michelle with a raised eyebrow. She pulled out a ziplock baggie and looked up at him.
"Have you seen my drink?" She asked him with wide eyes.
"Ah, no, did you need something to drink?" He asked her with a concerned look.
"Yeah, I'll just go get something," she said, starting to move away.
He held his Mountain Dew out to her. She smiled and accepted the glass. She pulled a pill out of the bag and used his drink to take the pill. John frowned but looked around the dance floor. Michelle handed Legates his drink back and nodded her thanks. Legates noticed that the Jeffersonian team and most of the security had started to gather near Booth and Brennan.
"Looks like it's time to head over to the group," Legates said, moving his hand to Michelle's lower back. She followed him to where the Jeffersonian group was standing.
"What did you take?" He asked, leaning in so no one else would hear.
"Xanax," she answered.
His frame relaxed when he realized that she had taken something so she wouldn't lose it. They reached Booth and Brennan just in time to hear Hodgins offer for the families to stay at his Estate. He looked over at his parents in question. His father pursed his lips but nodded his assent.
"What about going to the lab?" Legates asked Booth with relaxed look on his face. Booth grinned at the fact that Legates' hand was at the small of Michelle's back.
"We are taking the weekend off. We have to review our case for the Gravedigger trial and I have a book signing on Sunday. Legates and Booth can do the security for that," Brennan said.
The men let out a collective sigh. Legates stepped back and looked at his parents with a small shrug.
"Apparently, I've been designated one of Dr. Brennan's personal security," Legates told them with a smile. Sadie gave him a smile and John scowled at the remark.
"Let's get out of here," Brennan said.
Legates let out a small sigh and ushered his parents and Michelle towards the door. Michelle felt herself being pushed and suddenly she was surrounded. She knew Legates parents were right behind her.
"What is going on?" Sadie asked with confusion in her voice.
"Security from reporters," Legates told her gruffly.
Sadie nodded and followed along with the crowd. As they exited the doors they saw that the reporters still had not left. The reporters surged towards the exit and surrounded the group trying to shove microphones in between security members.
A loud pop caused the security to turn inwards, push the group in the middle together and covered them. Legates immediately pushed Michelle and his mother down and covered what he could with his body. He heard Parks gun bark behind them and felt Michelle flinch. His mother was used to guns but Michelle apparently still didn't like them. He started moving the two women, gesturing to his father when he heard Parks.
"Let's go people," Parks barked. The group stood up and quickly made their way to the limos. Security stayed surrounding the group until they had loaded into their vehicles.
"Well, that was fun," Michelle said sarcastically. Legates glanced over at her and smiled. Michelle elbowed him in the ribs and nodded towards his mother. Glancing over, he saw her pale and shaking.
"Are you okay, Mama?" Legates asked in a worried tone.
His mom shouldn't be that bothered by gunshots. Sadie had always realized her son's job was dangerous but when she felt him covering her body with his she realized on a different level exactly how dangerous. The popping noise she had heard did not sound like any gun she'd heard before. What the heck was going on here?
"I'm fine; just shaken up a little. What was that?" She asked, looking him in the eye. He thought about telling her nothing but before he could say anything Angela answered.
"Sniper rifle," Angela whispered.
Everyone stopped talking and turned to look at her. DeWalt cocked his head but nodded in agreement.
"Now, how would you know that?" He asked her, his eyebrow raised in question.
"The Jeffersonian server has over ten million sounds. Sometimes, when recreating a scene it is useful to use sound effects," Angela shuddered. Hodgins pulled Angela tight against him and glared at DeWalt.
"Must not have been very good; they didn't hit anything," Young said.
Brennan wrapped her arm behind Booth's back and snuggled into his side. She felt something seep between her fingers and looked down.
"No, they did. Booth, why didn't you say anything?" Brennan growled as she pulled his jacket off.
She carefully pushed his head down into her lap. Michelle eyed the blood on Booth's side with detached interest. Legates leaned forward and was pushed aside as Cam moved him out of the way. Cam scrambled around people and knelt down in front of them. Ripping off a piece of his shirt, she quickly swabbed the injury.
"Seeley Booth, you are going to be the death of me," Cam muttered.
"It's just a flesh wound," Booth grunted. Michelle started giggling and everyone turned to stare at her incredulously. Xanax must be kicking in or she's getting hysterical, Legates thought.
"'Look you stupid bastard you've got no arms left' 'Yes I have' 'Look' 'It's just a flesh wound'," she said, using a silly English accent.
Legates' eyes widened and he started chuckling. Xanax, he thought. Michelle seemed to be a bundle of surprises. He didn't see her as a Monty Python girl. Everyone caught on and started laughing. At Booth's second grunt everyone got quiet.
"Legates, tell the driver to go to the hospital," Angela ordered.
Legates scrambled to the front and knocked on the window. When it rolled down, he relayed the message then took out his cell phone. Calling the security limo, he let them know what happened. Cam looked closer and sighed in relief.
"It just grazed him. He will have stitches but nothing serious unless it gets infected," Cam stated. Brennan kissed Booth's temple.
"Will you please stop getting shot," she growled in his ear. He chuckled but groaned when pain shot up his side.
"You okay over there, Sarge?" Legates asked, a smirk pulling up at the corners of his mouth.
Maybe if he picked on Booth it would take his mind off the pain a little. Plus he got to pick on Booth, bonus. Legates eyes darted between his mother who seemed to be calming down and Michelle. Michelle was unusually calm but he suspected it was the Xanax.
Legates' hand brushed across hers and noticed it was cold. He rubbed his hand across the top of hers. She looked up at him and her eyes looked kind of glazed. He looked over at Cam who just shook her head.
"Yes, Legates; I am fine," Booth said.
"You gonna be out for three months on this shot?" Legates teased Booth, as his parents watched in astonishment at their son's behavior.
"Naahh, this shot is to soft tissue. It'll heal faster," Booth grunted, ignoring Legates ribbing.
"Everything is considered soft tissue in comparison to your head," Price teased. Brennan's head tilted up and he was pinned with a glare. Swallowing, he looked down at his hands.
"Wait, you are the Sergeant that got shot in the head in Afghanistan?" Legates' father asked Booth in awe.
"Yeah, Dad that's him," Legates answered for Booth.
Cam began shunting people around in the limo so Booth had a clear shot to get out of the door. As Michelle was shuffled to the side she sucked in a gasp but silenced it quickly. The wire from her wing had just stabbed her in the butt. Legates looked down at her and she just smiled at him.
A few moments later, the limo pulled to a stop in front of the entrance to the emergency room. Cam got out first, followed by Booth then Brennan. Everyone else filed out of the limo. Hodgins spoke with the driver and nodded in agreement.
The nurse behind the desk stood watching in bemusement as the limo doors opened and people began piling out. Her amazement knew no bounds as two more pulled up and emptied at the doors. Legates began to hustle people into the waiting room. He led Michelle to a seat and gently pushed her into the seat.
She looked up at him and scowled at his seeming pushiness. Sadie sat next to Michelle and John sat next to his wife. The others began to file in around them. Hodgins sat down next to Michelle. Michelle's eyes followed Legates as he walked down the hallway following Booth and Brennan. The air around her seemed suddenly stuffy and closed in around her. Too many people, too much blood, her mind panicked.
Legates followed Booth and Brennan down the hall, one step ahead of Techie. They entered the room but came to a stop when the nurse paused to look at them.
"Security," Booth grunted at her.
"Looks like someone wasn't doing their jobs," she said in a teasing tone. Legates and Techie frowned at her remark.
"Be nice, guys. She's just kidding. This is Janelle, she was Booth's massage therapy nurse," Brennan said.
Janelle helped Booth pull off his shirt then leaned sideways to get a look at the wound. Picking up some disinfectant, she cleaned the wound. Legates saw Techie swallow from the corner of his eye and bit back his grin. He schooled his features into a blank look and scanned the hallway.
Michelle looked around and realized that between the security team, the CID people, the families and the Jeffersonian crew the waiting room was packed. The walls started to close in on her as she watched Angela pace as she spoke on the phone. She heard Cam's voice and tried to focus on the security her mother's voice provided but it wasn't helping.
Michelle looked to her right and saw that Goodman had replaced Hodgins who was pacing with his wife. Turning to look to her left, Michelle saw Sadie was still sitting there. She felt the panic rise and shuddered knowing that if she hadn't taken a Xanax earlier she'd be passed out.
She started to hum and saw Sweets nod and smile at her supportively. She didn't see Angela look at her but she did hear her remind her about her pitch. Shaking her head, Michelle pressed her finger to her ear, stopped humming, and started singing in a low tone.
"Why should I feel discouraged? Why should the shadows come? Why should my heart feel lonely, and long for heaven and home, when Jesus is my portion. A constant friend is he,"Michelle sang softly.
Angela listened for another two lines, cocking her head.
"Down half an octave, Sweetie. You're too high," she coached.
Sadie's mouth opened slightly as she listened to Michelle sing. Not only did she sound lovely but she was singing gospel. Sadie watched as Michelle concentrated and then sang the next lines.
"I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free. For his eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches over me," Michelle continued.
Her eyes were closed and concentrating on her pitch. The waiting room fell silent as the music fell from her lips. Michelle felt the calm surround her and opened her eyes. Sweets gave her the thumbs up gesture and she smiled.
"Huh, you are getting a vocal scholarship next year," Cam said, raising her eyebrow at her daughter.
Michelle blushed then looked over at Angela who smiled at her. The nurses at the desk who had stopped to listen got back to work.
Legates was chewing on the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at Booth. While they were in Afghanistan women fawned over him. When they got to Maluku Brennan almost tripped over herself for Booth. Now they stood in a hospital room with a nurse who was laughing at Booth's half naked form. He saw Brennan lean over and whisper into Booth's ear.
"Bones, you really need to stop that. I am lying on my back," Booth groaned. Techie snickered and Brennan glanced at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. Legates looked out at the hallway trying to ignore the three of them.
"Techie, stop egging her on. Bones, don't even think about it," Booth said without opening his eyes.
Brennan giggled and Techie tried not to laugh. Legates paused and cocked his head at the silence coming from the front of the emergency room. Techie looked over at Legates and lifted his hand.
Everyone paused and heard the echoes of various machines but just over the hum they heard a low voice lifted in song. Brennan closed her eyes and let the song relax her. A smile spread across her face and she looked over at Legates.
"Michelle," she said in a loud whisper.
"Why is she singing?" Legates asked her with his head tilted in question. She took a deep breath and paused before answering.
"Therapeutic song," she swallowed before continuing, "After Jack and I were buried. I used music to take control. Sweets must have used the same technique with Michelle."
Michelle had finally found the calmness she was seeking. Standing up, she left the waiting room and headed to the bathroom. Cam got up to follow her but Sweets put his hand up. He followed Michelle down the hallway. Stopping in front of the women's bathroom door, he knocked on the door. He pushed the door open a crack.
"Michelle, are you okay?" Sweets called in through the crack of the door.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, breathing deeply.
Sweets nodded hearing that she was in fact okay. He spun on his heel and returned to the waiting room. Cam looked at him in expectation.
"She's fine," he told her. Cam nodded and looked down at the time on her phone.
Michelle looked at herself in the mirror and drew in a deep breath. She now felt centered. Hannah wasn't bothering her, the shooting didn't bother her, Booth was going to be okay, and she was okay. She straightened her shoulders and returned to the waiting room. Hodgins had sat down in her seat so she leaned against the wall.
Legates looked over to see Dr. Brennan glaring at Booth's torn shirt on the table.
"Dr. B, what did that shirt ever do to you?" Legates asked with a hint of teasing in his voice.
"That's a Robert Graham shirt, Legates," Charlie said, giving a low whistle.
"So," Legates said, looking at the shirt. A shirt was just a shirt who cares whose name was on it.
"It's a custom made, custom fitted, two hundred dollar shirt," Charlie said, groaning at the loss of the shirt.
Techie's eyes bugged out and he started choking. Legates' eyeballs throbbed at the thought of throwing down two hundred dollars for a shirt. They headed down the hallway back to the waiting room. As they approached, Legates saw Michelle leaning against the wall.
Her wings swished from left to right as she shifted from one foot to another. He could see people all over the waiting room. His eyes scanned until they landed on his parents. They were discussing something animatedly. His eyes narrowed at the hand waving going on in that discussion.
"So how are we doing this?" Techie asked Legates from one step behind him.
"I figured have the cars pull up to the door one at a time and surround the group that goes into the car," Legates said.
"I was thinking the same thing," Techie said.
"Sure you were," Legates said, grinning at Techie.
Booth was leaning on the wall on the other side of the hallway from Michelle. When Brennan came around the corner carrying a bag, the group moved to the doorway. Security loaded the CID members first, the Jeffersonian team second and then they piled the security team and their families into the last limo. Techie and his girlfriend climbed into the limo with the Jeffersonian crew. When the car began to move Techie made introductions.
"Everyone this is my girlfriend Andrea Hughes. Andrea, baby, this is Dr. Temperance Brennan, Special Agent Seeley Booth, Dr. Jack Hodgins, Angela Montenegro-Hodgins, Dr. Camille Saroyan, Michelle Welton, Corporal Michael Joshua Legates, Dr. Lance Sweets, Dr. Daisy Wick, Agents Dunn, Williams, Price, Young, and Burns," Techie introduced them, snickering when he said Legates names. Legates smacked his hand to his face and ran his palm down his face, he'd managed to hide the name Michael from everyone and now it was out.
"Those are my parents Sadie and John Jackson," Legates introduced his parents.
"We'll have all the introductions taken care of tomorrow morning over breakfast. Right now I want to know what you have going," Brennan said, looking over at Charlie and the Jeffersonian crew.
"I called Goodman and they had the benefactors leave through another door," Cam said.
"I called security and all videos of the entire museum are being downloaded onto the Angelatron. After our briefing for the Taffet case tomorrow I'll start looking at them," Angela said.
Brennan nodded trying not to feel queasy about the briefing. Closing her eyes briefly, she took a deep breath and felt Booth's hand gently squeeze hers.
"I sent the Forensics team to gather the bullet and any of the videotapes they could retrieve from the reporters. Caroline called me when she couldn't reach either of you. She will be at the Hodgins estate tomorrow morning at ten am," Charlie said.
Brennan looked over at Techie and Legates making sure they took note of the time. Both men nodded their understanding. Legates' eyes wandered to Michelle again as she fidgeted.
"You have ants in your pants, Michelle?" Booth asked without opening his eyes. Andrea's mouth fell open in surprise at Booth's knowledge of what was going on without opening his eyes.
"No, Booth, but I do have a wing wire, from my costume, poking me in my butt. Thank you for asking though," Michelle said sweetly.
The people in the car burst into laughter. A grin crossed Booth's face at her comment. Brennan shook her head at Michelle's antics. Legates leaned over and put his mouth near her ear.
"Would you like me to kiss it and make it better?" He whispered in her ear, wondering if he was taking this one step too far.
Michelle felt her pulse start to race in the nano-second after he stopped whispering. She felt heat pooling south of the equator and up on her face at the image of his mouth running all over her body.
Sadie's sharp eyes caught the blush spreading across Michelle's face. Sadie wondered exactly what it was her rascally son had said to make that poor young woman turn red.
Cam's eyes narrowed at Michelle's reaction. Moving her eyes to Legates, Cam narrowed them. Booth slit his eyelids and glanced first at Michelle and then Cam. Brennan felt Booth relax under her ministrations and relaxed a little herself.
"Is he sleeping?" Dunn asked in complete astonishment.
"No, I'm not," Booth said before anyone else could say anything. Techie and Legates chuckled when Booth answered.
"I still haven't gotten the hang of it yet," Techie admitted.
"I wake up when people get too close but not when they're still further off," Legates said.
"Practice," Booth said.
The limos slowed down then started up again as they pulled into the driveway.
A/N: Tomorrow we'll see...arriving at the mansion, derrieres, sleeping arrangements, dress tearing, patrols, robes with black f-m heels, yummy FBI guys, tingly lady parts, Greek gods, midnight visits, that voice, mentally scarring sounds, head butting with growling, hypocritical statements, the 'N' word, making it right, lessons from the family, and a kiss.
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