Still don't own Bones, nor a Cadillac or Neptune.
Minutes turned into hours and soon it was after five Booth observed as his phone light up with an incoming call. He had been trying to input the last of his pending paper work on the kidnapping case in order to hold the suspect.
"Hi." Booth said knowing it was Bones.
"Booth, I will be detained a bit this evening from leaving. We have had some fascinating finds on the skeletal remains from earlier. We have all been working on these non-stop, it's quite fascinating really. Did you know…"
"Yeah Bones, can you tell me about it later please?"
"Is something wrong?" Bones asked noticing the hurried pace in Booth's tone.
"Yeah, something has come up with the kidnapping case, Caroline's been calling me all afternoon. I need to get her some more paper work so we can hold the suspect. I don't want this guy back on the street, even for a few minutes."
"Oh, I understand." Brennan said acknowledging her 122 year old victim was not as pressing as his present day one. "Angela left to get Michael, I will ask her to get Christine as well until we are all finished." Bones paused for a moment, not liking to be helpless, uninvolved with something for Booth. "Can I help you with something on this case?"
"Well at the moment," Booth began but stopped to curse at knocking over a cup of cold coffee. "At the moment I just need some follow up by Sweets. Where is he anyway, I thought he would be done by now."
Brennan was about to comment that she had no way of knowing the whereabouts of Dr. Sweets when she realized Booth was talking to himself.
"I gotta go Bones." Booth said adding mutual goodbyes and the conversation ended.
Booth discarded the cold coffee laced papers and left others to dry as he headed towards Sweets office. The office had quieted considerably as most people who weren't on cases had gone home. Booth was about to open Sweets door when the sound coming from inside caused him to pause.
Sweets was coughing harshly but not in a 'something went down the wrong way'. It was a deep cough that went on for a while. Booth didn't like when people were sick. He didn't like when sickness slowed him down or the idea of taking germs home to Christine. He was concerned with Sweets however and wondered how to best handle this. His cell phone rang, he exhaled when he saw it was Caroline again. He sighed as he was supposed to call her back twenty minutes ago.
"Hey Caroline." He said stepping away from Sweets door so Sweets didn't hear him. "No, that's not the case, no don't do that, no, no! I'll be right there!" He shouted quickly heading in the direction of the elevators, his suspect in the midst of revealing a second victim in the interrogation room.
In his office Sweets sat slumped down in his chair feeling exhausted. He slowly pushed himself back up into an upright sitting position, the relaxed position making it too hard for him to breathe. He rubbed his eyes for the hundredth time but still found himself unable to focus on the screen in front of him. He'd tried to read it a dozen times but his head pounded every time he tried to attempted to read it.
The voice in his head told him he needed to go home and rest but it was overwhelmed by the voice which insisted he had to get this done for Booth to keep the suspect off the street. Sweets didn't mind working to keep a killer behind bars but he wanted to do it efficiently. Making hurried trips to the bathroom this afternoon to throw up everything he felt like he had ever eaten did not help matters any. He had been careful not to interact with anyone to not get anyone sick from this sudden bug that had developed. For a moment he paused to consider what flu bug could hit one's stomach and respiratory systems so fast but he chalked it up to not seeing other symptoms before from the adrenaline of this case.
Now however it was all crashing down as he struggled to even use his keyboard. He strived to remember the suspect's name and felt his stomach turned again. He had no idea what it could be so upset about when there was nothing in it. He quickly stopped as another coughing fit was brought on. If his stomach a bother then the thick heavy coughs would start up, causing his chest to seize up in pain. Sweets stood up with the thought that perhaps some cold water would help as he made his way to the door. He started to wonder if this was becoming more serious than a bug when his head felt heavier than before and everything grew dark.