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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 4, 2008 13:02:41 GMT -5
He gave her a quick nodd. He hated this, but was not really one to say so. The white tile was begining to go red... Footsteps, moving very quickly, were echoing along the walls. The killer was still here. Somwhere. He pulled out his gun, holding it to his side. "Stay here. And call for help!" He hissed to Bones, tossing her his Razor cell phone before running down the other door, and into the darkly lit Jeffersonian hallways.
He ran quickly, trying to make no sound as his suit jacket billowed out between his underarms and where the fabric ended. His dark brown eyes flashed. The man was right infront of him now. The man turned a sharp corner, leading to the door. He was about to run out of the building...No! Booth pulled the trigger, shooting at the glass. It sharrered, making a horrible noise as it did so, and fell oevr the man. But he kept on, running as fast as he could to his car. Again booth shot, knowing it was useless. It hit the ashfault, rikishaying and flying into the velvet sky. Screeching of tires filled the silent air, and the man was gone.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 13, 2008 13:15:02 GMT -5
"Booth!" Brennan hissed, her green eyes flashing as he partner ran from the room; his jacket flying out behind him. She wouldn't admit it to anyone but the idea of being in a room on her own with a killer on the lose... it really scared her. She'd had so many bad experiences with this job, she'd never let Booth know though; she'd never show vulnerability.
She glanced down at the girl, spread-eagled on the floor. If she wanted to stay safe she should ring someone. She flicked Booth's phone open and scrolled through the contacts, who should she ring? SHe opted for the FBI, her voice was hushed but she didn't let any fear waver her voice
"This is Doctor Brennan, there's been a murder at the Jeffersonain. Agent Booth has gone after the killer..." at that moment the sound of a shot and smashing glass whirled through her head and she snapped the phone shut. Her first thoughts sprung to Booth, if he'd been shot...It didn't bear contemplating.
She ran put of the room, casting one last look at the girl and making a prayer to whoever she could think of that she wouldn't see Booth in a similar circumstance when she found him. She ran, her necklace bouncing on her chest and her hair getting in her eyes. She rounded the corner and saw Booth, fine but out of breath. She breathed a sigh of relief but she was terrified...that killer was lose.
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 14, 2008 12:39:57 GMT -5
He bent over, resting his hands on his knees. "Ahhh!" He looked at his hand, turning it over. It was covered in blood. Above his eye there was a very large cut, and his knee was bleeding very badly. He rose and looked at Bones. "I let him get away, Bones...I let him get away..."
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 14, 2008 16:10:54 GMT -5
I don't care I'm just glad your OK
Brennan looked at him, fear still flashing in her green eyes and she realised she was trembling. The idea of that girl...it could've been any of them, if could've been Booth! She just walked toward him and hugged him tight, taking in how comforting he felt. She pulled away, slightly embarassed and looked at him injuries, tracing the skin around them with a delicate finger "I've called the FBI" she murmured softly "And I've got some first aid in my office"
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 15, 2008 12:27:56 GMT -5
"Ok," He said in a rough voice. He had savored her hug, and he realized she most likly now regreted it. Well, Bones and just Bones that way. He decided he would have to call and request an under cover agent to check out the most likley places...CRUSH, maybe...He followed Brennan into her office.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 15, 2008 12:38:27 GMT -5
Brennan walked quickly into her office, her auburn haor falling into her face which she brushed aside quickly with a quick flick of her hand. She reached into a draw in her desk and brought out the first aid kit and looked at Booth "Sit" she said firmly, pointing to the couch.
OOC: Sorry, no muse
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 15, 2008 12:51:57 GMT -5
((S'ok, mines sorter )) Booth gave a small shrug, half to himself and sat down on the coutch. Why would anyone have a couch on their office? wow...his office was his truck...which might I add was a very nice truck!
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 24, 2008 7:56:30 GMT -5
OOC: We should end this thread as we're behind with the other one
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 24, 2008 10:33:38 GMT -5
((Yeah))
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Post by Rose Brennan on Mar 1, 2008 12:28:49 GMT -5
OOC: Posted on the other and
END OF THREAD
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