Ok, I added in some 100th episode related things so if you haven't seen it and don't want to know, don't read it... obviously... Enjoy!
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Brennan stared, a surprised look etched upon her face. “Who’s going to be murdered?” She waited for an answer but Booth smiled instead.
“Oh, you’re joking.” She realised, but then she paused. “I don’t get it.” Booth shrugged to himself “Anyway, we should focus on getting out of here.”
“Yes, you are right, as always. Now, you’re office is made out of glass we should just shoot it. This should be easy.” Booth whispered urgently to her.
“Booth, what would you’re plan be once we get out? I think we should just wait until the FBI get here. And anyway, they took you’re gun.”
“I’m the FBI… What? How would you know that they took my gun?”
“I checked.”
“While I was out cold? Don’t go feeling people without they’re permission.”
“You were unconscious, I didn’t think that you would mind. I‘ll wait and ask seguinte time”
“No… Bones, seguinte time you will wait for me to get up and I will check it myself, alright? But didn’t you have a big gun?”
“They took that too, and anyway, I don’t think a gun is the best way to solve this.”
“What? All you ever want to do is to shoot things! Are you kidding me?”
“I’m surprised they haven’t taken our phones…. Maybe they haven’t seen them. They would have to be pretty stupid…”
“Well they are pretty stupid Bones, they think they can just waltz into the Jeffersonian, imprison it’s workers and walk out fine. Have they told us what they want?”
“Immunity.” Booth looked up at her, waiting “Ok, just kidding” she admitted “I thought it was rather funny.” Brennan was smiling. Booth stared at her in disbelief. She coughed and put on her rational face again.
“No, they have not told us what they want.”
“Ok. Moving on… What do you bet that it has to do with the kid?”
“Really Booth? You have gambling…” She paused and her face lit up with recognition. “ Oh… um… why?”
Booth looked at her, but shook his head and decided to mover on. “Well, people don’t like it when other people tell them that they killed a seven ano old.”
“And we’re the segundo ‘people‘, aren‘t we. But how does that justify this?”
“Ok Bones, I don’t know.” Booth gave up and sighed. “It probably has nothing to do with-”
“Shh!”
“I am not going to - oh” Brennan’s cell rang, and she picked it up.
‘Hey Bren, what’s going on down you’re end? I so wish I were you right now, locked in a room…. alone… with Booth.’ Booth was leaning in to listen and Brennan had to force the phone away from him. “It’s Angela, Booth” she told him as she went back to talking with her friend.
“Yeah, Angela, it’s great, we just need the complementary jantar and free refills.“ Booth shouted through the mike. Brennan gave him a stern look.
“Ange, why aren’t you worried, normally you hate being under threat of death.” Brennan inquired.
‘Yeah, I suppose I do, along with most other normal people. You don‘t seem to bothered either. But I am sane. I told you I called the cops and the big creepy guys have been gone a while. I hope a great deal of whop-ass is unleashed on them. These two clowns are doing my head in.’
“Can’t they here you?” Booth was still listening in.
‘Who?’
‘Yes we can Agent Booth.’ The partners heard Wendell’s voice through the speaker. They also heard Hodgins say ‘I think they meant the psychos that aren’t letting us início kiddo.’
Angela took over. ‘No… I said they had gone.’
“No, they haven’t, there round the corner. God, they look like a bunch of five years olds.” Booth walked up to peak through the door as Brennan put the phone on loudspeaker.
‘Oh my god are you kidding?’
“Um, Booth, if they were five I think they would be noticeably shorter.” Brennan observed.
“Yeah, right, thanks.” Booth tried to ignore Angela’s snorting through the speaker.
“Angela, is there any real reason for you calling me?”
‘Brennan, we’re trapped. You and Booth are the only ones who should know what to do. And now, the weirdoes are around the corner.’ She said it as if it were obvious, though Brennan looked confused at Booth for suggestions. Booth walked back over to the phone.
“Angela, have you called the police?”
‘Yes.’
“Then call Cam.”
‘Why?’
“Because… just hang up”
‘Alright grumpy pants. If any of us gets killed, it’s you’re fault.’ Hodgins voice sounded through the speaker. Angela’s voice was also heard saying ‘Shut up!’. Booth could imagine Wendell shrinking into a corner.
“Ok-” Booth hung up, unable to listen to anymore babbling, and went back to looking out of the door. They both stayed in silence for a few minutes. He watched the people that were starting to mover around, wondering what to do next. He preferred not to think of Sweets probably going crazy and Cam trying to reach Michelle. He would bet anything that she had lost her cell.
And also, during the wait, his thought obviously lent towards Brennan. The baby thing was eating up at him. But he had decided, in his dream that he had had while being knocked out por weird gas that it had nothing to do with him. He knew that she didn’t want to give it a try, she had told him. No matter how hard that hurt him, he respected her and her decision. And anyway, he was the one that had to give it a try. And he had said that he was to mover on. Once again he got a stabbing pain in the heart. Metaphorically. Of course. He would only have to explain that to Brennan, which proved him that she was in his thoughts, which proved to him that he wasn’t doing a very god job at moving on. So he worked hard to focus his mind onto mais important things, like perhaps dying tonight.
Brennan wanted to do something to help, so she snuck over to her escrivaninha, mesa to try and log into security cameras… though that was mais of Angela’s territory. She looked up at Booth to ask what she could do, but her coração skipped a beat when she saw the expression on his face reflected in the glass. No… this just reminded her of what had happened… about Sweets’ book… what Booth had said. He had that same expression on his face. It killed her to see him like that, it looked like he was dying inside. Sometimes, she wished she could read minds, just to be good at people, to be better than Booth, to impress him perhaps. But right now, she didn’t need to. The silence was making everything worse, so she decided to break it.
“Booth, why do I feel awkward?” She asked, trying to cover the answer with her hands when she realised what a terrible pergunta that was to ask if she was willing to change the subject.
“What? I don’t feel awkward, why would you say that?” Booth jumped out of his watchful trance.
“No… I feel awkward.” She corrected, happy to see his normal face back again. “What did you think I said?” she now attempted to change the subject.
“Doesn’t matter;” Brennan smiled secretly at her success “is now really the time?” Booth said. He signalled the people outside of Angela’s office, hoping to put this off too.
Brennan put on a straight face for the seguinte time Booth turned around. “Perhaps not”.
“Ok Bones, now, do they look calm to you?” He beckoned her to the door.
“I don’t know, I’m not good with people - shouldn’t we be hiding?”
“I’m trying to show them that I am not intimidated por them. I mean, they’re obviously new at this… I wonder if they have any guns…“ he turned to her “Since when does Temperance Brennan hide?”
“Since forever. When the odds are against me, it is logical to wait for mais help, and if help is on it’s way… No offence, but you are not capable enough to fight all those men.”
“What, why is it just me who is fighting them?”
“I would help” Brennan defended herself.
“Yeah sure… How do you know they’re men anyways? They’re wearing masks.” He said, trying to stop arguing, but it didn’t work. She seemed offended.
“Booth, you should know me well enough to trust my evaluations when it comes to classifying people por gender.”
Booth sighed. “Ok then… Marilyn Manson.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
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Brennan stared, a surprised look etched upon her face. “Who’s going to be murdered?” She waited for an answer but Booth smiled instead.
“Oh, you’re joking.” She realised, but then she paused. “I don’t get it.” Booth shrugged to himself “Anyway, we should focus on getting out of here.”
“Yes, you are right, as always. Now, you’re office is made out of glass we should just shoot it. This should be easy.” Booth whispered urgently to her.
“Booth, what would you’re plan be once we get out? I think we should just wait until the FBI get here. And anyway, they took you’re gun.”
“I’m the FBI… What? How would you know that they took my gun?”
“I checked.”
“While I was out cold? Don’t go feeling people without they’re permission.”
“You were unconscious, I didn’t think that you would mind. I‘ll wait and ask seguinte time”
“No… Bones, seguinte time you will wait for me to get up and I will check it myself, alright? But didn’t you have a big gun?”
“They took that too, and anyway, I don’t think a gun is the best way to solve this.”
“What? All you ever want to do is to shoot things! Are you kidding me?”
“I’m surprised they haven’t taken our phones…. Maybe they haven’t seen them. They would have to be pretty stupid…”
“Well they are pretty stupid Bones, they think they can just waltz into the Jeffersonian, imprison it’s workers and walk out fine. Have they told us what they want?”
“Immunity.” Booth looked up at her, waiting “Ok, just kidding” she admitted “I thought it was rather funny.” Brennan was smiling. Booth stared at her in disbelief. She coughed and put on her rational face again.
“No, they have not told us what they want.”
“Ok. Moving on… What do you bet that it has to do with the kid?”
“Really Booth? You have gambling…” She paused and her face lit up with recognition. “ Oh… um… why?”
Booth looked at her, but shook his head and decided to mover on. “Well, people don’t like it when other people tell them that they killed a seven ano old.”
“And we’re the segundo ‘people‘, aren‘t we. But how does that justify this?”
“Ok Bones, I don’t know.” Booth gave up and sighed. “It probably has nothing to do with-”
“Shh!”
“I am not going to - oh” Brennan’s cell rang, and she picked it up.
‘Hey Bren, what’s going on down you’re end? I so wish I were you right now, locked in a room…. alone… with Booth.’ Booth was leaning in to listen and Brennan had to force the phone away from him. “It’s Angela, Booth” she told him as she went back to talking with her friend.
“Yeah, Angela, it’s great, we just need the complementary jantar and free refills.“ Booth shouted through the mike. Brennan gave him a stern look.
“Ange, why aren’t you worried, normally you hate being under threat of death.” Brennan inquired.
‘Yeah, I suppose I do, along with most other normal people. You don‘t seem to bothered either. But I am sane. I told you I called the cops and the big creepy guys have been gone a while. I hope a great deal of whop-ass is unleashed on them. These two clowns are doing my head in.’
“Can’t they here you?” Booth was still listening in.
‘Who?’
‘Yes we can Agent Booth.’ The partners heard Wendell’s voice through the speaker. They also heard Hodgins say ‘I think they meant the psychos that aren’t letting us início kiddo.’
Angela took over. ‘No… I said they had gone.’
“No, they haven’t, there round the corner. God, they look like a bunch of five years olds.” Booth walked up to peak through the door as Brennan put the phone on loudspeaker.
‘Oh my god are you kidding?’
“Um, Booth, if they were five I think they would be noticeably shorter.” Brennan observed.
“Yeah, right, thanks.” Booth tried to ignore Angela’s snorting through the speaker.
“Angela, is there any real reason for you calling me?”
‘Brennan, we’re trapped. You and Booth are the only ones who should know what to do. And now, the weirdoes are around the corner.’ She said it as if it were obvious, though Brennan looked confused at Booth for suggestions. Booth walked back over to the phone.
“Angela, have you called the police?”
‘Yes.’
“Then call Cam.”
‘Why?’
“Because… just hang up”
‘Alright grumpy pants. If any of us gets killed, it’s you’re fault.’ Hodgins voice sounded through the speaker. Angela’s voice was also heard saying ‘Shut up!’. Booth could imagine Wendell shrinking into a corner.
“Ok-” Booth hung up, unable to listen to anymore babbling, and went back to looking out of the door. They both stayed in silence for a few minutes. He watched the people that were starting to mover around, wondering what to do next. He preferred not to think of Sweets probably going crazy and Cam trying to reach Michelle. He would bet anything that she had lost her cell.
And also, during the wait, his thought obviously lent towards Brennan. The baby thing was eating up at him. But he had decided, in his dream that he had had while being knocked out por weird gas that it had nothing to do with him. He knew that she didn’t want to give it a try, she had told him. No matter how hard that hurt him, he respected her and her decision. And anyway, he was the one that had to give it a try. And he had said that he was to mover on. Once again he got a stabbing pain in the heart. Metaphorically. Of course. He would only have to explain that to Brennan, which proved him that she was in his thoughts, which proved to him that he wasn’t doing a very god job at moving on. So he worked hard to focus his mind onto mais important things, like perhaps dying tonight.
Brennan wanted to do something to help, so she snuck over to her escrivaninha, mesa to try and log into security cameras… though that was mais of Angela’s territory. She looked up at Booth to ask what she could do, but her coração skipped a beat when she saw the expression on his face reflected in the glass. No… this just reminded her of what had happened… about Sweets’ book… what Booth had said. He had that same expression on his face. It killed her to see him like that, it looked like he was dying inside. Sometimes, she wished she could read minds, just to be good at people, to be better than Booth, to impress him perhaps. But right now, she didn’t need to. The silence was making everything worse, so she decided to break it.
“Booth, why do I feel awkward?” She asked, trying to cover the answer with her hands when she realised what a terrible pergunta that was to ask if she was willing to change the subject.
“What? I don’t feel awkward, why would you say that?” Booth jumped out of his watchful trance.
“No… I feel awkward.” She corrected, happy to see his normal face back again. “What did you think I said?” she now attempted to change the subject.
“Doesn’t matter;” Brennan smiled secretly at her success “is now really the time?” Booth said. He signalled the people outside of Angela’s office, hoping to put this off too.
Brennan put on a straight face for the seguinte time Booth turned around. “Perhaps not”.
“Ok Bones, now, do they look calm to you?” He beckoned her to the door.
“I don’t know, I’m not good with people - shouldn’t we be hiding?”
“I’m trying to show them that I am not intimidated por them. I mean, they’re obviously new at this… I wonder if they have any guns…“ he turned to her “Since when does Temperance Brennan hide?”
“Since forever. When the odds are against me, it is logical to wait for mais help, and if help is on it’s way… No offence, but you are not capable enough to fight all those men.”
“What, why is it just me who is fighting them?”
“I would help” Brennan defended herself.
“Yeah sure… How do you know they’re men anyways? They’re wearing masks.” He said, trying to stop arguing, but it didn’t work. She seemed offended.
“Booth, you should know me well enough to trust my evaluations when it comes to classifying people por gender.”
Booth sighed. “Ok then… Marilyn Manson.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”