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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 12, 2008 13:09:06 GMT -5
Jordan-Lee Frost walked into Crush, blinking in the lights. She wore a shining silver top, streaked with horizontal black stripes and covered in gliter. Her legs were lined with black jeans, skin tight. She wore perfectly set eye make-up and her lips were bright red. Her red hair hung in perfect ringlets at her shoulders, and she looked ready to party, though her eyes...
Her eyes searched the croud, scanning for anyone unusuall...she had just receved a call from the Jeffersonian that a woman had been shot dead and she was to come here under cover to look for the man who did it. Which would not be easy, because she had no clue what she was looking for. Her brown eyes whipped from side to side, looking for a needly in a hay stack...
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 12, 2008 13:33:24 GMT -5
"sweetie come on! Can't you see all the guys here? Or are you only interested in a certain FBI agent?"
Two women stood in the club, one seeming at ease with the flashing lights and blaring music, her dark hair pulled up into a high ponytail and her make-up done perfectly. She knew 'Crush' like the back of her hand like the many other social places in the city.
The other looked incredibly uncomfortable, she looked like she'd put a lot of effort into what she was wearing...although those who knew he would know she didn't particularly care what others thought. Her hair was lose and she wore a simple shirt and jeans; although it looked oriental and mystical with her jewlery added over the top. "Ange, I'm here for work and you're married. You shouldn't be looking"
The other woman rolled her eyes but said nothing until she spotted the red haired girl, saying as quietly as she could over the music "Isn't that the girl Booth sent for?"
Brennan nodded and walked quickly up to her, shoving anyone who got in her way until she reached her "Doctor Temprance Brennan" she said quietly "I'm with Booth"
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 13, 2008 16:10:28 GMT -5
Jordan saw the two woman approche. One looked like she was going to enjoy herself throughly at this place, and the other not so much. Jordan smiled. "Samantha White." She smiled, nodding to them. She knew she was Jordan, yes, but she could not, without seeing a badge stating a spy regester, reveal her real name. A small black bag hung from her hand, a miniture gun inside it. Strapped to her leg were three knived, under the flare of her jeans. She blinked her large amber eyes, eyelids flashing.
A man was pushing his way through the people, his tie swinging form side to side. He was not very happy looking, inface he was not smiling at all. He took a man by the shoulder and pushed him out of his very large, muscular way. "Bones? Jor-!" He said, taking her shoulder and seeing Jordan. A small smile grew across his face. "It's Samantha, sir." Jordan said with a small smile and a knowing nodd. "Yes...Sam...Did you find...him?" He said, looking her up and down, over and over again. "Um...agent Booth? are you Ok?" he shook his head and looked at her face. "Uh...heah." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "No, I didn't. But I'm still looking." She smiled and ran her fingers through her red ringlets. She looked at Brennan and Angela and gave a small smile.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 14, 2008 13:24:53 GMT -5
Angela smiled "Well I'm actually going to go have a good time" she said, looking at Booth and raising an eyebrow as she moved back into the crowd "Loosen up Booth!" she yelled over the music and then her dark head dissapeared amid the crowd of people, raisng her arms in the air and dancing.
Brennan rolled her eyes though she was on her guard, there was something about this Samantha that wasn't right. Booth had wanted to call her something else, she decided to confront him when she could; knowing him, he'd probably slept with her or something, no she was to young for that. Why had they called in help from someone so young? But he looked strained poor guy, the run-in with the killer was definetly bothering him and it made Brennan worry when she saw him...worry. She wanted to go over and give him a hug, bu that would be inapropriate; plus Ange would never let it drop if she did. She stepped over to Booth "Remind me again why we're here?" she asked, suddenly her voice became slightly annoyed but quiet so only he could hear her "Is it just so the girl can have a good time? Is she fully qualified Booth?"
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 14, 2008 15:22:10 GMT -5
Jordan got a very startled look on her face. "No, I don't really think Agent Booth is my type. You can have him," She said to Bones, thinking she was his date. "Are you two..?" She asked, eyes flickering as she saw how close she had stepped to him. Too bad...He was very handsome...
Booth looked at Brennan, letting out a small grunt of mixed protest and nervousness. "No...No were not. Were just..." He found himself unable to say the word 'together', partly because technically they were together, here standing next to each other could be counted, but no they were not a couple...and partly because he wasnted to say they were a coupple...Wait! What was he thinking? This was Bones! Not some chick he was dating!! He put his hand to his forhead and ran it down and over his face. "And yes, she is. He added in a quiet, gruff voice.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 14, 2008 15:58:49 GMT -5
Brennan stepped away from his so sharply she jarred her ankle. With a grunt of pain she grabbed onto Booth's shoulder and held her ankle in one hand, swiveling it and gritting her teeth through the pain, "No!" she said quickly, hoping to god (or whoever) that Angela was not watching. A while ago they idea would of repulsed her, but now...it seemed tempting and safe for her. What was she thinking? This was Booth! Sure he was kind, loving, thoughtful...she tore her mind away from those thoughts and put her ankle down, not putting any weight on it.
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 15, 2008 12:35:24 GMT -5
This was Bones, booth...get a grip...
he looked over at the woman holding onto his shoulder. He could feel her warm grip on his shoulder, her hand warming his shoulder. he resist saying she was pushing on his scabbed over but still painfull shoulder. He gave a small smile, his brown eyes still looking at her, wanting to pull away but for some reason unable...
Jordan smirled and bobed her head, resisting laughter. "I getter get going, I have work to do..." She said, turning and walking away into the croud, leaving the two alone.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 15, 2008 12:42:43 GMT -5
Brennan realized what she was doing and let go, seeing Sammantha (or whoever she was) leave. She straightened, wincing from her smarting ankle "Sorry, I was on your bad shoulder" she said apologetcially, "Let me have a look" and without his consent she began peering at the wound "I can't get a good look at it" she said crossly
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 15, 2008 12:57:50 GMT -5
"I'm fine, Bones. Really..." He said, trying to shuffle away. A woman wearing the lowest cut top and the tightest jeans led conga line right towards him, a tequlia in her right hand. She looked very drunk...The line pushed him closer and closer into Brennan, untill they were touching fronts. Conviently the line started to recide, starting south now. He was touching his chest right into hers, and he blushed furiously. Dancers started to encircle them, and soon they were trepped in a circle of dancing drunks.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 17, 2008 8:55:04 GMT -5
“Oh for goodness sake” Brennan pulled away, her cool demeanor in tatters as she blushed scarlet. She looked at the woman and all the other dancers “You know getting drunk like that shortens your life expectancy” she said to them seriously but they just looked at her, raising and eyebrow, ‘well that’s their problem then’ Brennan thought, giving up on them.
“Yeah but at least we’re living darling” said a man, putting his arm round Brennan’s shoulder, he stank of alcohol and when Brennan tried to shrug him off he wouldn’t budge, he tightened his grip. She spun round and gave his arms a blow with her elbow, he let go quickly as he clutched his arm and ran off as the circle broke, letting Brennan through easily
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 17, 2008 16:29:31 GMT -5
Booth looked from the man on the foor to a man who was coming at him, stinking of way too much beer. He held up his fist and wore a stupid smile, lips pursed and drool escaping from them. Booth grabbed the punch and twisted the hand. A loud snap sounded and the man fell ontop of the other man. "I think we might want to get out of here..." He said, not wanting to get hurt. If anyone touches her I swear... He thought, rubbing his brow.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 17, 2008 16:41:11 GMT -5
Brennan nodded approvingly at Booth's punch, she started walking briskly to the door when someone suddenly grabbed her from behind and pulled her into the crowd, his hand on her mouth so she couldn't yell for help s he pulled her, kicking and flayling away from her partner.
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 17, 2008 16:59:14 GMT -5
(Can the abductor be Spike? I just made him...)
Booth continued to walk briskly out, his shoulders swaying slightly under his jacket. he heared no other footsteps in the quiet night behind him. he turned. No Bones.
She's gone...
His eyes flickered with worry and he ran back into the building, the loud pump pump boom of the music painful in his searching head. "Bones! Bones!!" He called loudly. He saw Angela dancing not to far away with some blonde dude. "Angela," He said, pushing the guy out of the way. "Bones is gone,
He pushed his way through the croud, calling "Bones" Over and over again. No answer...He could feel the gun in his back pocket...his hand rested on it and he was ready to lift it out... ____________________________________________________________________
Siea's Da'mo, otherwise known as Spike, hulled the woman out of CRUSH with his hand in a thick glove over her mouth through a back door. Heaving her up, he opened the door of his large black SUV and threw her violently in, knowing he had time, but not a lot. He whipped some rope out and tied her hands and feet together, and then put a gag through her mouth. His scarred black face made him look dead, and so terrifying most victoms he killed. He whipped around the car, climbing into the driver's seat. Meanwhile... Back in crush, he heared a small sound over the music, soemthing far away and semingly insignificant...He knew it was her. He ran through a back door, and saw a large black SUV in an empty parking lot. Whipping out his heavy shotgun, he knew he had only one shot. It had to work...The truck was pulling away. He shot at the tires, and a part of him wanted to miss. He couldn't hurt Bones...not ever. But he ignored this, and shot. This must be the same guy. Behind him a woman ran out of CRUSH, er heels clicking. It was Jordan. She also held a gun. They both shot at the tires, but he was fast. He drove off through the gates and into the quiet, empty road. Booth ran after them, jacket billowing around him in the nightly winds, but it was of no avail. She was gone. Bones was gone.
In the truck... The two people sat in the truck, the man calm and the woman struggling and tense. "Theres no point, you know. Those rope's are tight." His voice was calm and very, very deep, but not angry or nasty. Just suggesting. He was going to kill her...but not now. He was going to torcher Booth first..."I've been watching you for some time, you know. I set up a cam in your office. Your a smart one, arn't you?" He chuckled, knowing there would be no reply, gag or not. "Don't worry. I don't plan to kill you...yet. Let Booth suffer first, then I'll let him find your broken, bleeding body in a ditch somewhere near his house...Maybe I'll get his son, too..." He smiled back at her, wondering what her face would be experssioned as...
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 18, 2008 13:31:49 GMT -5
Brennan struggled as hard as she could against the rough hands holding her, she was sure she managed to get in a few good kicks but no more. She retched as he gag was stuffed up her mouth and remembered the last time this had happened, her blood turned cold at the foot. She tried screaming but it couldn’t be heard through the gag...she didn’t give up though. He’d been watching her, god that...no words could describe him. What was it with her and being kidnapped? It was her profession, and it always seemed to be a way to get to Booth. She wriggled harder knowing it was to no avail, the ropes cut into her wrists and made her eyes smart.
Parker, god no, he couldn’t get Parker. She’d do anything to stop that from happening. Her gaze widened and she yelled something obscene through the gag though it was masked. He’d probably got the meaning though from her tone of hate.
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 19, 2008 12:58:30 GMT -5
"There really is no point, you know." Said the man. "Oh, and by the way, when you get that gag off, you can call me Spike." He smiled and glansed back at her. She certainly did look angry, but seeing as he knew her fron watching her on his cam, he knew all her tricks. "You and Booth make a nice coupple. He is cristan, right? Maybe you two can get married in heaven, when you are both dead, of corse...and Parker can be with you. But maybe I'll let him watch you die..."
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