Part 7! Please rate and comment! XD
“They’ve found him on a surveillance camera in a grocery store; it’s strange, it’s like he wants us to go.” Booth was filling Brennan in on the drive there. He had known that this time there was really no way to make her stay, and he thought it would be insulting her not letting her come. He had made sure that it really was him, he had seen the tape. He had wanted to make sure that this time it wasn’t fake. He and Brennan had watched Sweets buy some cabbage and hand over a note with a five dollar bill. He had looked so terrified he could barely stand. There was someone waiting in a car outside, and they had taken off as soon as Sweets left. They had watched Sweets hesitate in the doorway, and they both knew that he was thinking of running for it. They had gone to talk to the clerk, and he had detto that he contacted the police straight after he had left, before even Leggere the note.
Brennan was determined not to rest until Sweets was fine and sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza again, and she was feeling extremely nervous. She could tell that Booth was nervous too.
“I agree” she finally said. Booth took a while to remember what she was talking about. “I agree that this is too easy.” she reminded him. “Yeah well, we’re ready.” He assured her. Brennan was quiet again. She was thinking about Angela, Daisy, Hodgins… They had all tried to come, though Angela gave up in the end, and Hodgins did with her. He wasn’t leaving her alone. Angela and Brennan had hugged before they had left; but know Brennan was doubtful; she had been assuming that the hugs Booth gave her were the same as all the rest, but it did not feel the same at all. And that was a friend hug so… what were Booth’s hugs? Though it could be that Angela was another woman… though deep down she knew that that wasn’t the case. She sighed, trying to think of something else to distract her for what lay ahead, but she couldn’t help thinking, where did she stand with Booth?
When they arrived, the swat team hadn’t arrived yet. It was a motel, though a strangely luxurious one. “I don’t like it Booth, this place gives me the creeps” she told him, as they got out of the car. “OK, Bones, we’re gonna have to wait for the team.” Brennan watched him as he looked like he was going to run in anyway. They waited a few minutes, still with no sign of the team. Booth looked really uncomfortable now. “Bones, something’s not right.” He took his phone out of his pocket and rang. There was no answer. As soon as he hung up, he got a call.
“Why hello Special Agent Seely Booth. te should know da now, you‘re Friends aren‘t coming.” the mocking voice sent chills down his spine. Brennan was staring at him. “Who is it?” she mouthed. Booth looked up to the motel, and was surprised when he saw John, looking out of the window, smiling at him. Brennan followed his gaze and brought out her gun. Booth couldn‘t help feeling surprised.
“The kid won’t last long if te don’t leave, which is a shame because a rather enjoyed his company. Unlike you, he understands me.” John told him through the phone. “But te know I don’t like all the attention” He laughed. “Yeah right, te live for attention Johnny.” Booth answered, and he hung up, ready to go inside. He looked up at the window and watched John lean out of it, holding a knife. “You better leave” he shouted out the window, and this time he didn’t look like he was joking at all. When Booth went to answer, he had gone, but he still shouted “You know we’ve beaten you!” in vain. It was quiet. Brennan opened her mouth to talk, but it was interrupted da a yell. “Sweets!” they both detto in unison. Booth looked once più to see if backup was anywhere near, and ran towards the motels door. Brennan followed, holding her gun in front of her without hesitation. “Everybody out-” Booth started, but they both stopped to a halt. It was completely empty, there was dust covering every surface and there were cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. Booth looked at Brennan and immediately got nervous for her though she looked far from it. “Bones, get behind me” he detto in a way that was not to be argued with. Brennan, after hesitating, obeyed. She liked to think that she could take care of herself, but now was not the time to argue about silly things, even though she was willing to help. They advanced slowly in silence that was unnerving, until… “Booth!” Brennan shouted out, reaching out as he staggered to the floor. She didn’t know what had happened until she saw a coltello in his chest, his blood spreading. His expression was a surprised one. He tried to speak, but only one word would come out : “Bones…”. And when he looked up into her eyes was when she noticed, when she finally realized; she loved Booth; even though she didn’t believe in love, he had shown her how to; she was a part of him and he was a part of her, for better of for worse, and that part of her was dying. “Booth, stay with me, come on!” she had forgotten where she was when she bent down to baciare him lightly on his forehead.
She was startled as she looked up quickly as soon as she heard John’s voice. “Oops” he said, smiling, leaning in the doorway. “Sorry for that.” Brennan was torn as she stood up. “You bastard” she said, not taking an eye of off Booth. She reached for her gun, but it wasn’t there. “No no no… you’re not getting that back until te apologize.” he mocked, though he looked serious. “I do not tolerate that kind of language.” he seemed to be getting angrier, like a vulcano about to erupt. Brennan was about to grab Booth’s gun when John pointed her own gun towards her. After the pause, she took another look at Booth. He wasn’t going to leave her now, she wouldn’t let him. But, as a small sign of hope, she spotted Sweets walking up behind him. She tried to mask her relief as she tried to think of something distracting. “ Umm… I need to call an ambulance.” she said, that was the best she could come up with. It seemed to amuse John, but not for long. “You know I’m winning.” he told her.
“Oh no John, you’re wrong” John turned to see where the voice had came from, though the only thing he got to see was Sweets’ fist. He was knocked out cold, though Sweets had recoiled in pain. “Oh my god, his face is hard” was all he could manage before fainting. Brennan ran to grab her gun back and only then did back up arrive, to find three men on the floor and herself left standing, though they did not hesitate to ask domande as they lifted the three of them into ambulances.
“They’ve found him on a surveillance camera in a grocery store; it’s strange, it’s like he wants us to go.” Booth was filling Brennan in on the drive there. He had known that this time there was really no way to make her stay, and he thought it would be insulting her not letting her come. He had made sure that it really was him, he had seen the tape. He had wanted to make sure that this time it wasn’t fake. He and Brennan had watched Sweets buy some cabbage and hand over a note with a five dollar bill. He had looked so terrified he could barely stand. There was someone waiting in a car outside, and they had taken off as soon as Sweets left. They had watched Sweets hesitate in the doorway, and they both knew that he was thinking of running for it. They had gone to talk to the clerk, and he had detto that he contacted the police straight after he had left, before even Leggere the note.
Brennan was determined not to rest until Sweets was fine and sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza again, and she was feeling extremely nervous. She could tell that Booth was nervous too.
“I agree” she finally said. Booth took a while to remember what she was talking about. “I agree that this is too easy.” she reminded him. “Yeah well, we’re ready.” He assured her. Brennan was quiet again. She was thinking about Angela, Daisy, Hodgins… They had all tried to come, though Angela gave up in the end, and Hodgins did with her. He wasn’t leaving her alone. Angela and Brennan had hugged before they had left; but know Brennan was doubtful; she had been assuming that the hugs Booth gave her were the same as all the rest, but it did not feel the same at all. And that was a friend hug so… what were Booth’s hugs? Though it could be that Angela was another woman… though deep down she knew that that wasn’t the case. She sighed, trying to think of something else to distract her for what lay ahead, but she couldn’t help thinking, where did she stand with Booth?
When they arrived, the swat team hadn’t arrived yet. It was a motel, though a strangely luxurious one. “I don’t like it Booth, this place gives me the creeps” she told him, as they got out of the car. “OK, Bones, we’re gonna have to wait for the team.” Brennan watched him as he looked like he was going to run in anyway. They waited a few minutes, still with no sign of the team. Booth looked really uncomfortable now. “Bones, something’s not right.” He took his phone out of his pocket and rang. There was no answer. As soon as he hung up, he got a call.
“Why hello Special Agent Seely Booth. te should know da now, you‘re Friends aren‘t coming.” the mocking voice sent chills down his spine. Brennan was staring at him. “Who is it?” she mouthed. Booth looked up to the motel, and was surprised when he saw John, looking out of the window, smiling at him. Brennan followed his gaze and brought out her gun. Booth couldn‘t help feeling surprised.
“The kid won’t last long if te don’t leave, which is a shame because a rather enjoyed his company. Unlike you, he understands me.” John told him through the phone. “But te know I don’t like all the attention” He laughed. “Yeah right, te live for attention Johnny.” Booth answered, and he hung up, ready to go inside. He looked up at the window and watched John lean out of it, holding a knife. “You better leave” he shouted out the window, and this time he didn’t look like he was joking at all. When Booth went to answer, he had gone, but he still shouted “You know we’ve beaten you!” in vain. It was quiet. Brennan opened her mouth to talk, but it was interrupted da a yell. “Sweets!” they both detto in unison. Booth looked once più to see if backup was anywhere near, and ran towards the motels door. Brennan followed, holding her gun in front of her without hesitation. “Everybody out-” Booth started, but they both stopped to a halt. It was completely empty, there was dust covering every surface and there were cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. Booth looked at Brennan and immediately got nervous for her though she looked far from it. “Bones, get behind me” he detto in a way that was not to be argued with. Brennan, after hesitating, obeyed. She liked to think that she could take care of herself, but now was not the time to argue about silly things, even though she was willing to help. They advanced slowly in silence that was unnerving, until… “Booth!” Brennan shouted out, reaching out as he staggered to the floor. She didn’t know what had happened until she saw a coltello in his chest, his blood spreading. His expression was a surprised one. He tried to speak, but only one word would come out : “Bones…”. And when he looked up into her eyes was when she noticed, when she finally realized; she loved Booth; even though she didn’t believe in love, he had shown her how to; she was a part of him and he was a part of her, for better of for worse, and that part of her was dying. “Booth, stay with me, come on!” she had forgotten where she was when she bent down to baciare him lightly on his forehead.
She was startled as she looked up quickly as soon as she heard John’s voice. “Oops” he said, smiling, leaning in the doorway. “Sorry for that.” Brennan was torn as she stood up. “You bastard” she said, not taking an eye of off Booth. She reached for her gun, but it wasn’t there. “No no no… you’re not getting that back until te apologize.” he mocked, though he looked serious. “I do not tolerate that kind of language.” he seemed to be getting angrier, like a vulcano about to erupt. Brennan was about to grab Booth’s gun when John pointed her own gun towards her. After the pause, she took another look at Booth. He wasn’t going to leave her now, she wouldn’t let him. But, as a small sign of hope, she spotted Sweets walking up behind him. She tried to mask her relief as she tried to think of something distracting. “ Umm… I need to call an ambulance.” she said, that was the best she could come up with. It seemed to amuse John, but not for long. “You know I’m winning.” he told her.
“Oh no John, you’re wrong” John turned to see where the voice had came from, though the only thing he got to see was Sweets’ fist. He was knocked out cold, though Sweets had recoiled in pain. “Oh my god, his face is hard” was all he could manage before fainting. Brennan ran to grab her gun back and only then did back up arrive, to find three men on the floor and herself left standing, though they did not hesitate to ask domande as they lifted the three of them into ambulances.
