Bit three... I write these too fast...
Cam and Sweets were in Cam’s office. Sweets was pacing and Cam was rummaging around for her phone.
“Why aren’t the police here yet?” Sweets kept on repeating.
“Sweets, please be quiet. Do anda have you’re phone?” He remained silent, but received a stern look from Cam.
“You told me to be quiet” he mumbled. Cam stared at him.
“How old are you? If anda don‘t watch it Booth will start saying that you‘re twelve again.” Sweets brought out his phone, sulking.
“I really do not like this. I mean, come on, this is the detik time this year! And it’s APRIL!” Sweets looked frustrated again. Cam was ringing herself, pretty much ignoring him. He noticed what she was doing and walked over to her.
“Why don’t anda just ring Michelle?”
“You have her number?”
“No… don’t anda know it?”
Cam looked devastated. “I know I should know, but I don’t Ok? I don’t even know my own number. I can’t here it ringing.” she gave up and put her head in her hands.
Booth and Brennan were in her office, looking at possible exits. A few of the men had left their ‘corner’ and they seized the opportunity to find a solution.
“I wonder how they got in here, I mean, this is the Jeffersonian.” Booth observed. “What security do anda have here, I mean, anda can’t go onto the platform without beeping a little card thingy. And these guys just waltz into here.”
“Card thingy?” berkata Brennan as she felt around the vents.
“Uh… anda know what I mean!”
“Booth - I think maybe it could be an inside job.”
“Yeah, I think that too… What the hell is this?” He asked, revealing a trap door that was hidden under Brennan’s carpet.
“Oh, that’s been here since I can remember… I’ve never really cared much for it, it’s for emergencies…” she said.
Booth stared at he “And anda didn’t tell me this why?”
“You berkata that we were intimidating them.” She didn’t look like she understood Booth’s surprise.
“O-k, whatever… so what’s down there?”
“A bed, some food, drink, useful items.”
“A bed? What the hell do anda need a tempat tidur for?”
“In case I get tired. Why is a tempat tidur the strangest thing?”
“It’s … it’s not… it’s just… they’re all weird, why do anda need any of this stuff?”
“In case something like this happens.” Brennan thought it was obvious.
“Whatever, just…” he sighed. Brennan held her breath hoping not to see ‘the face’ again. But it didn’t come.
He sat down selanjutnya to the trap door and Brennan went to sit beside him. “What are anda thinking?” she asked. Booth looked at her.
“Stuff… none of you’re business!”
“Alright… I just thought I should say something.” They stayed in silence for a few seconds.
Booth gave up. “Alright, I was thinking about Parker… if I could do this if something should happen to him.” Brennan shrugged.
“It would be pointless and there would be absolutely no result whatsoever.”
Booth smiled. “Ok, selanjutnya time I’m about to do something crazy, I’ll warn anda so that anda can talk me out of it.”
“I’ll try, but when you’re about to do something crazy anda tend not to listen to me.” she was smiling too, but for some reason this made Booth upset.
He was thinking of when he had kissed her, but she had pushed him away.
“Ok, yeesh, I’m going down” Booth said, looking around to see if anyone was coming. He was also looking for a distraction from his own thoughts.
“Yeesh why? I’ll come too.” Brennan said. Booth sighed. He couldn’t have it both ways. “Do anda think it would intimidate them if we just vanished into thin air?” Brennan asked with a sly grin.
“You know what? I think it might.”
“Then we could appear again and they’ll be really confused.”
“Um… no. Leave the sneaky stuff to me.”
Brennan looked slightly crestfallen, though Booth did not try to comfort her. ‘Let’s see how she feels’ he thought. Brennan was even lebih surprised at his coldness, but she shook it off realising that she had got soft; he shouldn’t have to apologize for every little thing. She lowered herself down the ladder first, and reached for the light switch. Booth came down after her, amazed.
“Whoa, anda were not joking, this place has everything. Why is there a computer?”
“For work.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it. He walked around for a while, looking in the fridge and under the table.
“You could live down here I sw-” He was interrupted oleh Brennan’s phones ringing.
“I’ll get it… why did it stop?” she looked around for her phone but couldn’t find it. “I must of left it up-” when she looked up through the trap door, one of the masked men made himself visible. The partners stared at him for a second.
“What do anda want?” berkata Booth.
“You really aren’t in the position to ask the pertanyaan Agent Booth.” The man started to close the trap door, and Brennan started to pindah towards him.
“I’m really sorry about this.” He berkata as he shut the door over Brennan’s head with a bang, who had been trying to grab onto his hand.
“Whoa, come back here kiddo!” berkata Booth to the man as he rushed towards the door, though he had to stop to catch Brennan when she fell.
“Booth, I’m fine. Get up there.” Brennan instructed him, clutching the back of her head.
Booth climbed the ladder and banged on the trap door with his fist. “It’s locked.” he berkata as he turned to Brennan, who was sitting on the floor.
“Hey, Bones, you’re bleeding!” he berkata as he clambered back down.
“Oh…” she said, removing her hand from her wound. “Huh, it’s nothing.” she reassured him.
“Ok, sure… where’s the first-aid-supply-thing that anda should have somewhere around - oh, no worries, found it!” he berkata as he hurried over to her side. “Come on up here” he berkata as he helped her to the tempat tidur “What else would the tempat tidur be for?” he said, cheering himself up. Brennan laughed too, and stopped to think that that was weird. Maybe there was something wrong with her head. She calmed down. Booth had been way worse off then her in the head department.
A while later, Brennan was lying in tempat tidur with an ice-pack that Booth had found on the fridge, silently bernyanyi to herself. Booth was pacing, and finding new ways to try and open the trap door without disturbing Brennan. He wasn’t worried about her, it was just a slight bang, though he wasn’t the brilliant doctor. He was the cocky FBI agent.
He sat down at the computer, realising that there might be internet. There was, and within detik he was connected with Cam and Sweets.
“Hey, it’s Booth! Look, I worked the computer!” Sweets looked chuffed with himself. Cam came rushing over. “Booth, is everything alright? Everyone to do with security is fired! I did something terrible, I called my cell, which Angela had in her office, and they heard it ringing … they took all of them and they‘re probably going to come looking for yours… in a menit they’re going to cut off the electricity so we don’t stay in contact.”
“Oh no, no electricity will not be good… We have to get out of here.”
“Seeley, where are you?”
“In a hidy-hole under Brennan’s office.” he told her.
Cam smiled. “I remember that…” she said. “To tell anda the truth, I never thought she would be reduced so far as to use it… have anda seen the mini-bar? And what‘s the tempat tidur for?”
“Wait, anda knew about this?“ asked Booth, but then he shook his head “ Whatever, that’s not important. What’s important is that we’re locked down here.”
“Is that doctor Brennan?” Sweets asked, spotting her in the background.
“Hey Sweets!” she shouted, getting up, a smile on her face.
“Yeah, she got a bang on her head” Booth berkata as he went to sit her down again. She grabbed his had and led him away from the camera‘s view. “Have I ever told anda that you’re adorable?” she berkata seriously, stroking his chest, closing in on him.
Booth paused, confused. “Wait --- What?”
“Seeley, she doesn’t have a concussion, does she?” piped in Cam’s voice from the computer, who could obviously not see what was going on. “Concussions are not good.”
He pushed Brennan away quickly and lay her back down in bed.
“I don’t know if it’s a concussion Camille, I’m not a doctor, unlike everybody else in this building.” Brennan was smiling once more, looking at the ceiling, and Booth could breath again.
“Ok, Cam, she has a concussion.”
Cam and Sweets were in Cam’s office. Sweets was pacing and Cam was rummaging around for her phone.
“Why aren’t the police here yet?” Sweets kept on repeating.
“Sweets, please be quiet. Do anda have you’re phone?” He remained silent, but received a stern look from Cam.
“You told me to be quiet” he mumbled. Cam stared at him.
“How old are you? If anda don‘t watch it Booth will start saying that you‘re twelve again.” Sweets brought out his phone, sulking.
“I really do not like this. I mean, come on, this is the detik time this year! And it’s APRIL!” Sweets looked frustrated again. Cam was ringing herself, pretty much ignoring him. He noticed what she was doing and walked over to her.
“Why don’t anda just ring Michelle?”
“You have her number?”
“No… don’t anda know it?”
Cam looked devastated. “I know I should know, but I don’t Ok? I don’t even know my own number. I can’t here it ringing.” she gave up and put her head in her hands.
Booth and Brennan were in her office, looking at possible exits. A few of the men had left their ‘corner’ and they seized the opportunity to find a solution.
“I wonder how they got in here, I mean, this is the Jeffersonian.” Booth observed. “What security do anda have here, I mean, anda can’t go onto the platform without beeping a little card thingy. And these guys just waltz into here.”
“Card thingy?” berkata Brennan as she felt around the vents.
“Uh… anda know what I mean!”
“Booth - I think maybe it could be an inside job.”
“Yeah, I think that too… What the hell is this?” He asked, revealing a trap door that was hidden under Brennan’s carpet.
“Oh, that’s been here since I can remember… I’ve never really cared much for it, it’s for emergencies…” she said.
Booth stared at he “And anda didn’t tell me this why?”
“You berkata that we were intimidating them.” She didn’t look like she understood Booth’s surprise.
“O-k, whatever… so what’s down there?”
“A bed, some food, drink, useful items.”
“A bed? What the hell do anda need a tempat tidur for?”
“In case I get tired. Why is a tempat tidur the strangest thing?”
“It’s … it’s not… it’s just… they’re all weird, why do anda need any of this stuff?”
“In case something like this happens.” Brennan thought it was obvious.
“Whatever, just…” he sighed. Brennan held her breath hoping not to see ‘the face’ again. But it didn’t come.
He sat down selanjutnya to the trap door and Brennan went to sit beside him. “What are anda thinking?” she asked. Booth looked at her.
“Stuff… none of you’re business!”
“Alright… I just thought I should say something.” They stayed in silence for a few seconds.
Booth gave up. “Alright, I was thinking about Parker… if I could do this if something should happen to him.” Brennan shrugged.
“It would be pointless and there would be absolutely no result whatsoever.”
Booth smiled. “Ok, selanjutnya time I’m about to do something crazy, I’ll warn anda so that anda can talk me out of it.”
“I’ll try, but when you’re about to do something crazy anda tend not to listen to me.” she was smiling too, but for some reason this made Booth upset.
He was thinking of when he had kissed her, but she had pushed him away.
“Ok, yeesh, I’m going down” Booth said, looking around to see if anyone was coming. He was also looking for a distraction from his own thoughts.
“Yeesh why? I’ll come too.” Brennan said. Booth sighed. He couldn’t have it both ways. “Do anda think it would intimidate them if we just vanished into thin air?” Brennan asked with a sly grin.
“You know what? I think it might.”
“Then we could appear again and they’ll be really confused.”
“Um… no. Leave the sneaky stuff to me.”
Brennan looked slightly crestfallen, though Booth did not try to comfort her. ‘Let’s see how she feels’ he thought. Brennan was even lebih surprised at his coldness, but she shook it off realising that she had got soft; he shouldn’t have to apologize for every little thing. She lowered herself down the ladder first, and reached for the light switch. Booth came down after her, amazed.
“Whoa, anda were not joking, this place has everything. Why is there a computer?”
“For work.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it. He walked around for a while, looking in the fridge and under the table.
“You could live down here I sw-” He was interrupted oleh Brennan’s phones ringing.
“I’ll get it… why did it stop?” she looked around for her phone but couldn’t find it. “I must of left it up-” when she looked up through the trap door, one of the masked men made himself visible. The partners stared at him for a second.
“What do anda want?” berkata Booth.
“You really aren’t in the position to ask the pertanyaan Agent Booth.” The man started to close the trap door, and Brennan started to pindah towards him.
“I’m really sorry about this.” He berkata as he shut the door over Brennan’s head with a bang, who had been trying to grab onto his hand.
“Whoa, come back here kiddo!” berkata Booth to the man as he rushed towards the door, though he had to stop to catch Brennan when she fell.
“Booth, I’m fine. Get up there.” Brennan instructed him, clutching the back of her head.
Booth climbed the ladder and banged on the trap door with his fist. “It’s locked.” he berkata as he turned to Brennan, who was sitting on the floor.
“Hey, Bones, you’re bleeding!” he berkata as he clambered back down.
“Oh…” she said, removing her hand from her wound. “Huh, it’s nothing.” she reassured him.
“Ok, sure… where’s the first-aid-supply-thing that anda should have somewhere around - oh, no worries, found it!” he berkata as he hurried over to her side. “Come on up here” he berkata as he helped her to the tempat tidur “What else would the tempat tidur be for?” he said, cheering himself up. Brennan laughed too, and stopped to think that that was weird. Maybe there was something wrong with her head. She calmed down. Booth had been way worse off then her in the head department.
A while later, Brennan was lying in tempat tidur with an ice-pack that Booth had found on the fridge, silently bernyanyi to herself. Booth was pacing, and finding new ways to try and open the trap door without disturbing Brennan. He wasn’t worried about her, it was just a slight bang, though he wasn’t the brilliant doctor. He was the cocky FBI agent.
He sat down at the computer, realising that there might be internet. There was, and within detik he was connected with Cam and Sweets.
“Hey, it’s Booth! Look, I worked the computer!” Sweets looked chuffed with himself. Cam came rushing over. “Booth, is everything alright? Everyone to do with security is fired! I did something terrible, I called my cell, which Angela had in her office, and they heard it ringing … they took all of them and they‘re probably going to come looking for yours… in a menit they’re going to cut off the electricity so we don’t stay in contact.”
“Oh no, no electricity will not be good… We have to get out of here.”
“Seeley, where are you?”
“In a hidy-hole under Brennan’s office.” he told her.
Cam smiled. “I remember that…” she said. “To tell anda the truth, I never thought she would be reduced so far as to use it… have anda seen the mini-bar? And what‘s the tempat tidur for?”
“Wait, anda knew about this?“ asked Booth, but then he shook his head “ Whatever, that’s not important. What’s important is that we’re locked down here.”
“Is that doctor Brennan?” Sweets asked, spotting her in the background.
“Hey Sweets!” she shouted, getting up, a smile on her face.
“Yeah, she got a bang on her head” Booth berkata as he went to sit her down again. She grabbed his had and led him away from the camera‘s view. “Have I ever told anda that you’re adorable?” she berkata seriously, stroking his chest, closing in on him.
Booth paused, confused. “Wait --- What?”
“Seeley, she doesn’t have a concussion, does she?” piped in Cam’s voice from the computer, who could obviously not see what was going on. “Concussions are not good.”
He pushed Brennan away quickly and lay her back down in bed.
“I don’t know if it’s a concussion Camille, I’m not a doctor, unlike everybody else in this building.” Brennan was smiling once more, looking at the ceiling, and Booth could breath again.
“Ok, Cam, she has a concussion.”
