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Angelback: Yes and she will talk but it will be a while. Bwuahahaha you have no idea about the smutty come backs bwuahahahah. Okay, okay I'll behave *snicker* Trazadone isn't a pain killer it's an antidepressant with a sleep aid in it. My doctor gave it to me in the lowest form to use occasionally when I was having trouble sleeping. It trust me it causes some freaky ass dreams. The Espionage sequel is sitting there going write me write me and my muse is going 'I don't EVEN think so' I've been getting a little done here and a little there =/ not as much as I'd like.
Silver Maker: LOL Heck yeah you do and in ACU's *droooooolllll*
jenheir1: There you are, I thought you were lurking or something =D It was pretty difficult having to go back and work in conversations which is why I'm working on the sequels to Espionage and this one at the same time. I'm glad you can see and hear them =D
Yenyen76: Glad you're enjoying it! We'll be out of the whole someone is trying to kill people part soon.
Nertoool54: The funny thing or maybe bad thing is I wrote Michelle (for the most part) saying things that I would say in her situation. There's a lot of me in her.
Kdgteacher7: I honestly can't remember where that one came from. I must have been tapping my inner Angela because I can hear her saying that. I had thought about saying what the corresponding chapters to Espionage were but then I erased and now I'm to lazy =/ sorry about that it probably would have made it easier. Maybe. Thank so much for reading, I'm glad you like it =D
ArielBrennan: Huh? Buffy thing? Yeah, it's been a looooonnnnnggg time since I watched Buffy (we won't say how long...EVER). Meh asses are asses and nice ones are good. I personally prefer my husbands but to each their own ;-P
Chapter 18 - Delayed Shock
Legates eyes narrowed at the sight of a van parked in front of the courthouse. Department of Corrections was plastered on the side. Putting his hand on his duty belt, he pulled his sidearm out and chambered a round. He saw Booth approach a police officer standing on the steps. They spoke briefly then Booth turned and gestured for them to unload.
Turning the truck off, Legates jumped from the truck, holstered the sidearm, reached under the seat and pulled out his rifle. After slinging it over his shoulder, he headed around the back of the truck. He waited as Addison jumped down. The two men lifted or helped the squints jump down from the back of the truck. The CID members unloaded and joined the squints. The security team surrounded the scientists and en masse they began to walk up the steps.
Legates could hear the Press screaming and flash bulbs popping. Michelle swallowed and moved closer to Legates as the sound of the reporters made her really nervous. Legates looked down when he felt fingernails digging into his arm. He saw Michelle gripping his arm, her face slightly pale.
Suddenly, he heard a whistling sound and grabbed Michelle's arm in one hand. Before he could move her, he felt something spray all over them. He saw bloody chunks stuck to Michelle's shoulder and grimaced. Michelle felt something wet seeping into her shirt and tried to look over her shoulder at it.
A second whistling sound pierced the air. He pulled Michelle closer with one hand and grabbed Angela with the other. Pushing them down, he landed half on Michelle and half on Angela. Hodgins lay on the other half of Angela.
"Everyone inside. NOW!" Booth bellowed at them.
Jumping to his feet, Legates pulled Michelle and Angela to their feet. Releasing them, he pulled Hodgins and Lewis to their feet as well. Gently pushing Michelle and Hodgins who had Angela's arm clutched in his hand, Legates forced them up the steps and into the courthouse. Michelle shuddered as she realized that Heather Taffet's brains were splattered on her back and in her hair.
She saw the officer lying on the steps in a pool of his own blood, his eyes staring sightlessly to the sky. She felt the warm air of the lobby blast her in the face. She stood just inside the door blinking as if waking from a dream. Legates put his hands on her hips and pushed her forwards. He guided her to the bench along the lobby wall and pushed her down onto the seat.
She shivered and stared blankly at the people standing in the lobby trying to see around the security team who were standing between the staring people and the scientists. Looking to her left, she saw Hodgins trying to comfort a crying Angela and at the same time comfort a shaking Cam. Suddenly Michelle felt exposed, looking straight ahead, she realized that she was in fact exposed. Legates had moved and Goodman's bulk was half covering herself and half covering Angela.
Legates looked around and saw Booth move towards the door and stand in front of it. Legates was standing just to the left of the door when it shattered but didn't break. Jerking in surprise, he grabbed Booth's arm and yanked him from in front of the door.
"Well, we now know who they were aiming at. Let me have your phone," Legates snapped. It really irritated him that someone was specifically shooting at Booth and thus the scientists that were with him.
Booth reached into his pocket and handed Legates his phone. Legates took the phone from Booth's outstretched hand and searched his memory for the number he needed. Dialing the number, he waited as the phone rang.
"Sergeant Jameson," a voice answered.
"Sergeant, it's Legates. We have a situation here," he said.
"Does it have something to do with what happened at Myers?" Jameson asked quickly, wanting to stop Legates from saying anything else.
"Yes, sir," Legates answered.
"Hold, I'll transfer you," Jameson said, placing Legates on hold and dialed an extension. When the phone was answered, he relayed the message.
While Legates listened to the silence of being on hold, he saw Brennan walking with her arms outstretched. She was obviously looking for Booth who was unaware that she was looking for him. Walking over, Legates guided her over to Booth. Legates listened as the phone rang then gulped when it was answered.
"Henderson," the General answered.
"Sir, this is Corporal Legates. We have a situation at the courthouse. Someone is firing from an unknown position. We are going to need armored vehicles to get the scientists from the Jeffersonian out of here," Legates said.
"You are unable to locate the shooter?" Henderson asked doubtfully.
"We will locate the shooter as soon as possible. Right now we're trying to secure the lobby so that the scientists can be left alone," Legates explained.
"Okay, I'll send four M998's with drivers," Henderson said gruffly.
"I'll send them back with the deuces, sir," Legates said.
"Okay, I'll expect an update," Henderson said.
"Yes, sir," Legates said.
He closed the phone and turned to face Booth. He stood waiting for Booth to look at him when he suddenly found a body pressed against him and his arms full of a slightly shaking feminine body. Michelle wrapped her arms around his waist and tried to get as close as humanly possible.
The smell of brains and blood was making her slightly nauseous as it brought up memories of the smell of Brennan's blood. Legates wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulled her tight in against him, and looked down at her. When he looked back up, he saw Booth had opened his eyes and was looking at him.
"Humvee's on their way, Sarge," he said in a low voice, trying not to scare Michelle anymore than she already was.
Booth nodded and stood still looking at his team. Legates held Booth's phone out to him and almost laughed as Booth reached out to take it. Neither moving more than necessary due to female forms pressed up against them. Booth took the phone and Legates only half heard the conversation. His eyes were scanning the crowd that the CID had pushed into the corner. They looked like scared employees more than anything. He heard the beep of the phone as Booth ended the call.
"Fifty vests should be here in ten minutes. I want them out one at a time surrounded by the entire team," Booth rumbled. Legates turned to look at him and nodded. Pelant walked up and looked at Booth.
"Is that necessary? I mean they are after all only scientists," Pelant said in an arrogant tone.
"This is me not punching you in the face, Pelant," Booth snarled as he and Brennan turned to face the other direction.
Legates thought that was a weird, out of place statement, not realizing it was Booth repeating a variation of a sentence from a year earlier before he'd left for Afghanistan. Legates loosened his arms when he felt Michelle start to pull back. Michelle pulled completely back from Legates, her face streaked with tears. She stepped up and put her face in Pelant's invading his personal space.
"Hey, Asshole, these people, they are family. Would you let your family go out where a sniper was taking pot shots at the ones you loved? No? I didn't think so. This is completely necessary," she snarled, glaring at him. Michelle had not felt this enraged in quite some time. Who did this asshole think he was? Pelant rocked back at the young woman's vehemence.
"Now you look here, young lady," he began. She snorted at his tone of voice. She guessed he thought she was supposed to be impressed with his stripes or stars or whatever the hell it was the army awarded.
"I am an adult, jackass. I don't like you. You are an arrogant prick. I don't give a flying fart what your rank is, I am a civilian. So, you had better back off and let the people who have a clue take care of things," she snapped, her brown eyes lighting with a fire that ticked Pelant off a little.
Turning, she stepped back into Legates and wrapped her arms around his waist. Legates stared straight ahead, not looking at the Colonel, and tried not to laugh. He squeezed her tight once to let her know, he appreciated what she did. He felt her take a shuddering breath and squeezed again.
The sound of squealing tires outside brought Techie from his position to the door near where they were standing. Legates looked up at the warbling whistle directed at him. He pulled away from Michelle and felt her try to reattach herself. He sighed and leaned down very close to her ear.
"I have to work," he whispered. She nodded and let him pull back from her. He walked over to the door and stood next to Techie.
"11 o'clock on top of the building," Techie said in a low voice.
Legates' eyes scanned the buildings at the 11 o'clock position and waited. A sudden glint gave the shooter away.
"Yeah, I see it. Can we hit them from here?" Legates asked in a quiet tone.
"Weeeellll, not us but, maybe just maybe, Sarge could," Techie suggested. They both turned to look at Booth who gave a short jerking nod.
"Who has a rifle?" Booth asked, growling out the question. Ten hands reached around their backs and held out rifles. Booth snorted and laughed at them.
"You guys always carry sniper rifles wherever you go?" Booth asked with a frown.
"Nope, just since you got shot," Techie replied. They waited as Booth explained to Brennan what was going on then waited as he called Charlie to explain. Legates watched as Booth took Techie's rifle then called out.
"Goodman, you're with me," Booth snapped out.
Booth walked to the security desk and asked to speak with the head of security. The young man appeared a moment later. Booth gave him a rundown then asked to be escorted to the roof. Brennan stood clutching her magna doodle and quickly scribbled on it in frustration.
Legates walked over and peered over her shoulder. He had seen the frustration in her writing and thought she might want some help but knew she'd not ask for it. He smirked as he read what she had written in large bold, black, letters.
"Damn it, Booth, get your ass back here," Legates bellowed, trying not to laugh. He heard the scratch of her pen and glanced down again.
"You're welcome," he said.
Booth paused at the sound of Legates bellow. Legates pointed at the top of Brennan's head with a grin. It was fun to be able to cuss at a figure of authority with total disrespect and get away with it. Not that either he or Brennan had no respect for Booth but that it let him speak as though he did. Booth clenched his jaw and glared at Legates. Striding back to where they were standing, he stopped in front of Brennan.
"Bones, I have to do this. I am the one most likely to make this shot. If I don't we won't be able to get out of here without someone getting hurt," Booth rumbled.
I am angry with you and we will be discussing this later !
"That's fine," Booth said, leaning over he kissed the top of her head and walked away. Brennan stomped her foot and angrily cleared the screen of the magna doodle. She began writing in small fast letters. Legates peered over her shoulder again and let out a low whistle.
Damned fucking cock sucking monkey. Stupid ass shit. Why the fuck can't someone else fucking do this stupid shit? DAMMIT
He was unable to read the rest as it was in what looked like Chinese.
"I am not saying that in here, Dr. B," Legates told her in a serious tone. He knew he could but it would be completely disrespectful of all the women in the room and he was not a navy sailor.
"What's the matter, Corporal Legates? Are her words too big?" Pelant asked, mocking Legates in a superior manner. Legates had to bite the inside of his lip from snarling a nasty reply at the cocky Colonel.
"No, sir," Legates said, pausing as he saw Brennan flip the magna doodle around to face Pelant. Legates choked on his own air at the sight of Pelant's face. The man's stunned look would provide amusement for the next several hours hopefully.
"Dr. Brennan has been providing consultation services to the military for the last ten years give or take. It would seem she has spent quite a bit of that time with the deck apes," Legates said, coughing.
"I'd say. And in several languages it would seem," Pelant said.
Everyone sat quietly waiting for something to happen. An uneasy silence fell over the courthouse. Turning on his heel, Legates guided Brennan back to the seat where she had been sitting earlier. Standing up straight after helping her sit, he turned to face Michelle. She was leaning her shoulder on the wall with her arms wrapped around her waist. He approached her quietly.
"Hey," he said.
She spun around and attached herself to him again. Legates could hear the team on the steps shouting instructions. One voice rose above the others and was clearly in command. He saw Brennan tilt her head and nod in an approving manner.
Michelle clung to Legates, letting his body heat and scent sooth her frayed nerves. The smell still clung to her but was less noticeable when she was next to him. She wondered in the back of her mind why it was that she clung to him when she was upset or scared.
To be honest, she really didn't care. All she knew was she felt safe here and that's what mattered. Right? She faintly heard the ding of the elevator and heard Booth's distinctive steps cross the lobby. Legates watched Booth but said nothing as Booth approached Brennan. He saw Charlie enter the lobby carrying a box which he dropped on the floor with a thud.
"Techie, half here and half with us," Booth told him. Legates looked to Techie to see who he thought should go where.
Techie nodded then turned to Legates and began pointing. Goodman, Oaks, Perkins and Brown stood up as they were pointed to. Techie jerked his thumb over at Booth. Legates gently disengaged after Techie pointed to him. The four other men and Michelle followed him over to where Booth stood.
"We're taking the squints out one by one, surround them. I took out the shooter but I don't want to take any chances," Booth ordered. They nodded in agreement.
"Cam, you're first," Booth told her.
Cam stood up and approached where the men were standing. Booth dug through the box and pulled out a vest. He helped her slide into it. The security team surrounded her then took her out to a Humvee.
"Michelle, you're next," Booth said.
Michelle fought down her fear as Booth pulled out a vest and slid it over her head. He pulled the velcro tight and brushed it down. She felt the men surround her and swallowed the bile that rose to her throat. Since she had been snatched from a large crowd of people in Maluku, large, pressing crowds made her nervous and nauseated.
They made their way out of the building and the sharp bite of the November wind cleared her mind. She tried to ignore the men moving around the two bodies on the steps. The smell of blood got stronger and she wavered slightly. A hand gripped her elbow and kept her upright and moving.
Legates felt Michelle waver after they passed the dead police officer and realized that the smell of blood was extremely strong here. Gripping her arm gently, he forced her to keep moving. The security team repeated this process for Angela. Then Hodgins, next came Wendell, then Clark.
"I'm sure Sarge and Dr. Brennan are going to want to be in the first with the rest of the squints so which two squints get to ride with us?" Brown asked, looking at the two remaining. Legates shook his head and looked at the ceiling.
"Brown if there are only four left and you just said two of them are going in the first vehicle then obviously the second two are going in the security vehicle," Legates said.
"There's actually three spots," Oaks pointed out.
"No, I'm riding in the first vehicle. Dr. Hodgins has to get out to input his security code at the gate and will need protection," Legates said.
"Yeah, I'm sure that's why," Goodman smirked.
"Shut it, Goodman," Legates snapped.
The security team escorted Daisy and Sweets to the second vehicle explaining that they would be alone until the security team finished escorting everyone in. When the security team came back into the courthouse Booth turned to Rowan.
"Meet us back at the lab. We'll get cleaned up and head to the lab," Booth said. Rowan nodded and the military squint squad headed out to the other scene.
"Alright, Bones, let's go," Booth said. Brennan stood up and they guided her to the door.
"What about me?" Pelant called out in irritation.
"Stay with these guys," Booth snapped.
Booth pushed the door open and the security team surrounded them. They carefully made their way towards the Humvee, Booth guiding Brennan down the steps. Legates was surprised that Brennan was so steady but then why wouldn't she be. She dealt in death all the time.
He felt her stiffen as one of the men gathering evidence on the steps gasped. They kept moving and finally reached the Humvee's parked at the bottom of the steps. After the door closed the security shuffled off to their vehicle and Legates climbed in the front seat. They pulled away from the curb and began moving to Hodgins' estate.
Legates looked over his shoulder at the squints in the back seats. Michelle sat gripping her own hands, eyes closed and humming. He hated that she was sitting there by herself. He wished he could sit with her instead of up in the front. Cam was glaring down at the brain matter on her dress. Angela complexion was a pale shade of green. Hodgins was just pale.
"You guys okay back there?" Legates asked, his eyes pinned on Michelle. Her eyes snapped open and narrowed at his question.
"We were sprayed with someone's brains. Do you honestly think we're okay?" She snapped in fear. Legates shot her an apologetic look and turned to face the front. He figured that was a stupid question after all. He was a little upset that the first words from her were snapped.
"Legates, the squints aren't used to this. It's one thing to see it on a table and quite another to be in the middle of it," Booth said quietly.
Legates nodded his acceptance but continued to look straight ahead. Moments later, Hodgins, followed by Legates, was jumping out to open the gates for the Humvees. Legates provided a shield for the small scientist. A few moments later, Booth heard the driver whistle as they pulled up in front of the mansion. The driver was new and had never been to the Hodgins estate before.
"I thought this place was a hotel," he muttered.
"For now it is," Hodgins grumbled.
"We can always stay on base," Booth offered.
Hodgins shook his head no while making a face. Booth chuckled then opened the door. He helped Brennan down from the vehicle then moved her to the side. Legates watched as Booth helped the women out of the Humvee.
When everyone was out but Michelle, he shouldered Booth out of the way. Something told him that Michelle wouldn't want anyone touching her and she might accept his help. Booth smirked at him and Legates ignored it.
"Michelle and Legates sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G," Booth teased Legates with a smirk. Brennan held up her pad.
How childish
Legates threw his head back and laughed at her two word message. He felt Michelle giggle silently under his hand. He could hear the driver muttering under his breath as he followed them up the stairs and into the foyer.
"Kitchen is through that door. Have a seat while we get cleaned up," Legates said.
The driver raised his eyebrow at the 'we'. Legates shook his head and guided Michelle down the steps. Michelle scowled at the driver as he walked passed them. When they reached his door, Legates paused and watched Michelle continue to her room.
Pushing his door open, he walked in and closed the door behind him. Stripping, he threw his clothes in a pile and walked to the bathroom. Turning on the hot spray, he stepped under it and soaped the gore from his skin.
Michelle walked down the hall and entered her room. Once the door was open, she let the tears fall. She yanked her clothes off as if they were on fire. Throwing them on the floor, she walked to the bathroom. She turned on the water and stepped into the shower. Three scrubs later, she felt clean enough to leave the shower.
Legates pulled on clean clothes and headed back up the steps and into the kitchen. He walked in and over to the patio doors. He heard the sound of the motorcycle start and watched as Angela's father pulled out of the garage attached to the guesthouse.
"Who the hell is leaving?" The driver asked, nervously looking towards the door where Legates was standing.
"Angela's father," Legates answered.
"Who is that and aren't you worried?" The driver said, his eyes shooting around the room.
"Angela is Mrs. Montenegro-Hodgins and no I'm not worried. Her father is not a security threat," Legates said, leaning against the door frame with one hand above his head.
Michelle picked carefully through her shirts. She had toweled off and brushed her hair back into a French braid. After pulling on clean undergarments, she pulled on a pair of embroidered jeans and a purple embroidered tunic. Sliding her feet into her black boots, she left the room and headed to the kitchen.
She saw Legates and the driver were the only people in the kitchen. Biting her bottom lip, she looked at the cabinets, swallowed her shyness, and pulled down a box of cinnamon peach tea. Heating the water in the microwave, she watched the cup spin. Legates moved behind her and laughed.
"Is that interesting?" He asked, leaning over to peer into the microwave.
"Mmmhmm," she said, absently.
Legates walked to the table and sat down. He draped his arm on the chair next to him and whistled between his teeth to pass time. He gave off an air of calmness that he didn't feel. His mind was running a mile a minute, trying to piece together all these little episodes of being shot at. Michelle pulled her hot water from the microwave when it beeped. She poured some honey in the hot water then dropped the tea bag in.
Grabbing a spoon as she passed the drawer, she continued to the table. Sitting down, she stirred her tea and watched the honey swirl in the bottom. She sniffed and still smelled it, that metallic scent of blood and brains. It didn't matter that she had showered and scrubbed three times, she could still smell the blood and gore. Shuddering, she took a sip of her tea. The smell of peach and cinnamon drifted to Legates' nose.
Michelle swallowed a sip of tea and set the cup down. She swallowed again and felt her stomach roll, Legates heard it and grimaced. She put her hand over her mouth, closed her eyes, sucked air in through her nose, and swallowed again. Legates pulled her hand down and leaned close to her.
"Breathe slowly through your mouth," he said quietly. He ran his hand down her back and kissed her temple as she breathed through her mouth and shuddered.
"What's with her?" The driver said, watching in a morbid fascination as Michelle tried to control her stomach.
"Delayed shock would be my guess. Most people vomit immediately after seeing what they did today-"
"Don't say vomit," Michelle moaned. Cam breezed into the kitchen and stopped short at Michelle's face.
"Has she gotten sick yet?" Cam asked, looking at Legates.
"Nope, think we may have it under control," Legates said.
"Anyway, back to this delayed shock thing," the driver prompted. Cam rushed over and pulled a pen light from her pocket. She tilted Michelle's face and shined a light in her eyes.
"Cam," Michelle groaned. Cam then grasped Michelle's hands and sighed.
"Yeah, mild shock," Cam said.
Michelle groaned and picked up her tea. Standing up, she walked off leaving Cam kneeling and Legates sitting. Legates stood up and followed Michelle.
"So, what is delayed shock?" The driver asked, looking at Cam.
"You would know it better as shell shock. It's when either trauma to the body or mind does not set in right away. It takes awhile for it to register," Cam explained calmly. Standing up, she strode through the kitchen and out to the foyer.
Legates walked up to where Michelle leaned against the counter and boxed her in against the counter from behind. His arms on either side of her and his chest pressed against her back.
"Trying not to vomit here," she muttered.
"Try breathing through your mouth," he said near her ear. She took a breath and shook her head. She breathed again and exhaled.
"Better?" He asked her in a concerned voice.
"Mmmhmm," she said, breathing again.
"Awww, Sweetie," Angela said, breezing into the kitchen.
Angela didn't look or act like she'd spent the last hour crying. Angela dug through the cabinet and pulled down another box of tea. She heated water and stirred in sugar after the water was hot. Dropping the bag into the water, she set it in front of Michelle.
"Sip, the mint will help with the nausea," Angela said. Turning, she left the room leaving Michelle, Legates and the driver in the kitchen.
Picking up the tea, Michelle took a sip and sighed as the heat spread through her stomach. Legates wrapped his arm around her and put his hand over her stomach. She sighed again as the heat from his hand relaxed her stomach.
"God, this sucks. What the hell is wrong with me?" She mumbled against the edge of the cup.
"Well, you've had a pretty rough morning," he said, his mouth near her temple.
She groaned and leaned over the counter. Her head dropped down onto her arms. Stepping back from her, he dropped down on the counter next to her. She turned her head and looked at him. He smiled and fluttered his eyelashes at her. She snickered at him and gave him a half smile.
"That's better. Come on let's get out of here. If Angela is done, Sarge is probably done too. He's usually the one we wait on," he said.
She pushed up off the counter and looked around. The driver was looking at her like she was nuts. She narrowed her eyes at him and he fled out the door to the foyer. Legates followed and Michelle was one step behind him carrying her mug of tea. When they walked out everyone was milling around the foyer.
"Okay, let's go," Booth said, clapping his hands. The jacket and vest to his three piece suit swinging open as he moved his arms.
"Booth, button your vest," Angela said, walking past him to the door. Booth sighed and security chuckled as the last of the four women that had just fixed Booth's clothing walked out of the foyer.
"Dang, Sarge, you don't have just one woman nagging you, you have four," Legates snickered. Michelle smacked his arm and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Green doesn't look good on you, Legates," Booth said with a goofy grin. Carrying the vests they had been given by the FBI, they loaded up into the Humvee.
As they were heading to the Jeffersonian Legates heard the driver ask.
"So, what's with the civilians?"
"They're scientists working for the Army," Legates said.
"Doing what? Looking pretty? Well, except that one. She looks pretty rough," the driver said in a smart ass tone. Brennan stiffened and Booth gently squeezed her hand.
"Legates, is my rifle still at the lab?" Booth asked casually and Cam let out a snort.
"Yeah, Sarge. Why?" Legates asked curiously, not catching the edge in Booth's voice.
"Because, I'm suddenly feeling the need to shoot someone," Booth said, his eyes narrowing at the back of the driver's head. Legates glanced over his shoulder and saw Booth's clenched jaw, stiff frame and pressed lips.
"Ummmm," Legates said nervously.
"Let me guess, spiffy vest boy is offended I said his girlfriend is ugly?' The driver said snarkily. The driver heard Cam's breath as she sucked it in, in horror.
"Oh, shit, dude," Hodgins said in a breathy tone.
"Private, you will not speak of Dr. Brennan in that manner nor will you disrespect the Sarge that way," Legates snapped his face flushing in anger.
Angela held up five fingers, slowly ticking them down. When she was holding up just her index finger, she swept it towards the driver. Everyone was jerked forward and the Humvees behind him hit their horns as he slammed on the brakes. He turned and looked over his shoulder at Brennan.
"That's Dr. Brennan? As in Dr. Temperance Brennan? They did some amazing things with fixing her picture," he choked.
"Is he really that stupid? What the hell is with us running into every dumbass the Army has to offer?" Angela squealed in anger at the driver's question.
"Private, drive," Legates ordered. His temper was past snapping. He was calling the motor pool when they got back and someone was going to be really unhappy.
The driver faced forward and began to drive. Michelle glared at the back of the driver's head. He'd pretty much been disrespectful from the get go.
"Dr. Brennan was sprayed in the face with Capstun," Legates growled at the driver.
"I was too, but my face didn't look like that," the Private pointed out.
"You were sprayed with 75% vegetable oil and 25% percent capsicum. She on the other hand was sprayed with 75% capsicum and 25% oil," Hodgins said mildly, his eyes ice cold.
Legates glanced over his shoulder when he heard snapping noises at a regular intervals. He saw Hodgins snapping four large rubber bands on his wrist. At some point he'd ask about it but for now he'd just let it go.
The Humvees pulled into the back parking lot of the Jeffersonian and they began climbing out. Booth shielded Brennan from the photographers, they didn't need her wounds displayed on the evening editions. Legates stood at the open passenger's side door glaring at the private behind the wheel.
"Private, you and the other drivers are to return to the base. You guys leave these vehicles and take the deuce and a halfs. The keys are under the front seats. Leave one behind for the other drivers," Legates snarled at him.
"And I will be speaking to your superior about your disrespectful actions," Legates said with some satisfaction.
The Private slammed the switch off and got out of the Humvee glaring at Legates. Legates slammed the door closed and turned to make sure that everyone was heading towards the lab. The Jeffersonian team and their security made their way into the lab.
Michelle headed to the lounge, still clutching her lukewarm cup of tea. Sighing, she looked down at the mug and shook her head. Walking down the steps, she made her way to the small area where the microwave was located. Sticking her cup in the microwave, she heated it.
Walking to Cam's office, she opened the door and went to Cam's desk. Opening the drawer, she dug around and pulled open the box of crackers. She pulled that last sleeve out and groaned. She heard the microwave beep. Standing up, she took her sleeve of crackers and left Cam's office. She retrieved her tea and carried it up to the lounge.
A/N: So let's see what's on the table for tomorrow...hmm...Legates' couch, douchieness (is that even a word? It should be), snappy Michelle, drooling, classic Booth guilt pose, more pizza, being in heaven, nearly silent conversations, drinking her coffee, thoughts about strange intimacy, reliving the shooting, human pillow, self promises, running over reporters, pouting, crankiness, mischievousness, wererats, notes in books, dress uniforms, a nasty video, steak dish, and bad mental images.
A/N2: There is a link in today's blog but it's just for the different kind of military Hummers. If you're interested in that sort of thing. I've found during my research that the military has some pretty cool shit.