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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 24, 2008 11:12:38 GMT -5
A very distressed looking man walked into the Jeffersonian, hand to his glistening brown and hair no longer perfect with gell, but flattened to his head with sweat. He walked quicky. About half an hour ago, in CRUSH, he had been shot at, shot at a truck himself, battered with falling glass and lost the-currently-only woman in his life. Not that they were together, but Booth didn't really care about that right now. Brennan was missing. Bones, his partner, Bones, was missing. The moment he got out of that parking lot he knew there was no way he could have followed that truck. It was dark and no trail to follow. He had called up Zack Addy, her apprentice, Jack Hodgens, the bug-and-slime guy, Angela already knew, she was there, and Cam, his former girlfriend and Brennan's boss. They were th squints, but they could help. He had also called in the best spy there was in Washington-Jordan Lee Frost, who was currently going around calling herself Samantha White. She was there now, next to him, gun in hand still from the fight. He waited very impatiently for the Squints to arrive from their homes to the Jeffersonian, desperatley...He was scared for Brennan's life. Parker! The boy was at home right now with Kathrine, his babysitter. He flicked open his phone and ordered a FBI team to gaurd the house in secret, and called Kathrine to let her know.
God they are taking forever!! He thought...
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 24, 2008 12:06:14 GMT -5
Angela pelted into the room, running a hand through her dark hair and her soft brown eyes alight with fear “Any news?” she asked breathlessly. She was terrified for a friend, god knows what that guy could be doing to her now. Brennan was smart and strong but god sometimes she lacked common sense, it could be her undoing...She’d rung Hodgins and he was on his way, she only hoped they could get to her in time. She gave Booth an angry look, he should have been watching her! And that spy as well, she was terrified and was lashing out at anyone.
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 25, 2008 11:43:30 GMT -5
"Angela!" Said Booth looking over at her in greeting. He did not expect the glare she threw at him. "Angela, please...I thought she was there. But I don't matter now..." He said, looking away. Haugens...Where was he?? And Zack lived with him, where were the both of them?!? And Cam...
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 27, 2008 15:05:26 GMT -5
“I didn’t say anything”[/b] Angela growled, she made her way over to the computer “Did you get a note of the licence plate” she asked, getting up CCTV footage of CRUSH at the time of Brennan’s abduction. It made her feel sick to her stomach to even think of it “Anything?”
OOC: No muse[/size][/color]
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 27, 2008 16:30:56 GMT -5
Booth looked at her as he opened a laptop with too much force. "What do you think I am doing?" He said angirly. "Where are they!! He yelled, his voive ringing over the walls.
((Me either...))
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Post by Rose Brennan on Feb 28, 2008 12:43:58 GMT -5
Angela glared at him and her eyes burned with anger and distress “Try and keep focus Booth” she said quietly “And just tell me ever god*mn thing you can remember! Starting with the licence plate and the car...I can track their journey to as far as CCTV footage goes and we’ll work from there, your making it harder than it could, or should be Booth” she was standing to her full height now, looking down at him; her face was pale in contrast to her dark eyes and long brown hair, this was the side of Angela that took no nonsence, when her friends were in danger she'd leap into action with surprising vigour.
OOC: How long do you want it to take before she’s found?[/size]
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Feb 28, 2008 13:07:32 GMT -5
((Hmmm...give it a week. Maybe four days...I can't stand the supence. Who plays Jack, Cam and Haugens?))
"Thats kind of hard to do, Angela." He said in a cold, harsh whisper. His hands were gripping the desk around him, eyes staring into the black key board, deep with pain. They were hidden from her, of course, but he was hurting more than he could tell her. More than she knew.
After a few minutes, he said, "Agph139. The licence number." He was looking at the screen, the lue of it reflecting on his expressionless face. It's here. But theres no lighs after Bay Street...he could be anywhere...[/b]" He shuddered inwardly, eyes dull.
Jordan looked from Angela to Booth and back. "I think I have to go..." She said, eyes worried She was going to make some calls...and check in on Cookie.
((I know...very un-booth like. But after Twilight theres no real other way. Give me a day or twleve. Lol.))
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Post by Rose Brennan on Mar 1, 2008 12:27:43 GMT -5
She wanted to slap him; he was pulling her down into a whirlpool of misery. “If you no going to do anything just go” she said angrily to Booth, “You’re not helping”. She sat down at her computer again, not noticing the girl leave, and entering in the licence number. She watched the car leave, saw Brennan’s panicked expression and wiped her eyes fiercely and concentrated. Suddenly she stopped the video and zoomed in, but each time the pixels became more and more distorted. “Black hair, male that’s all I can make out” she murmured to herself, she didn’t even want to look at Booth. She let the video play again until it was plunged into darkness. She managed to light up part of the street through some technology to the end of the street and saw they made a left turn, nothing more. “They went down Lakeside avenue” she wrote this down on some paper along with the description and got up to go to her office, “I meant what I said Booth” she said coldly before disappearing.
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Mar 2, 2008 10:57:22 GMT -5
"Good." Was all he could say. He fliced his phone open, and dialed a number. "I want a full search of Lakeside, and all roads leading off of it. Now, tom! Go!" He said, shutting his phone with a lot of force. It was well past dawn now, the sun had risin and it was about six or maybe seven in the morning. What is he doing to her... No! There was no time to dwell on that. five men walked into the Jeffersonian, carrying a large body bag. They walked around the corner without a word-though one nodded to Booth-without a word. In about five minuted a man came running down the hall, carrying a hair in a bag. "This was on the body. " He said, handing the bag to Booth. "Thanks..." He said, taking the bag. "can you run a scan on this? He said to Angela, handing her the hair.
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