Part 9... if tu want me to stop trying to sound medical, please tell me ;)
Booth watched Brennan do her thing, though Angela was watching him watching Brennan, and it was making him uncomfortable. He shifted in his chair and tried to ignore her, though it was extremely difficult.
Hodgins and Nigel Murray were getting ready to go to a compost heap out of town to see if they could find a possible murder weapon… he had pretended that he knew what they were talking about, so he couldn’t ask why a compost heap.
And it made Hodgins so happy.
“I swear, that is not healthy.” Cam muttered under her breath. Angela heard her and laughed.
Booth was feeling even más uncomfortable now, and he wished that he didn’t. Mostly because Brennan kept on looking over at him, expecting him to say something. He avoided eye contact thanks to his coughing, though he got told off.
“Booth, tu really shouldn’t cough-”
“I’m fine, no need to worry-”
“ - tu might compromise the remains.” Brennan looked at him, confused. He hoped that he didn’t blush… God, nobody except Temperance Brennan made him blush. That was messed up.
“Ok, we’re going!” Hodgins announced gleefully. Nigel was looking disgusted behind him. The were both wearing the suits, and Booth had to stop himself from laughing.
“We couldn’t find any in his size…” Hodgins said. Nigel was looking glumly at his too-short-outfit.
“I’m going to get manure in my socks.” he whined. Hodgins smirked.
Hodgins coughed loudly. “Well, we’re leaving!” they left, Hodgins practically skipping. Brennan took her gloves off.
“What, are tu going too?” Booth asked.
“No… I’m going to interrogate the victim’s friends and allies.”
“Oh, yeah, Ok.” Brennan looked at Booth, who stayed still.
“You’re coming too.”
“Oh! Ok.” he got up and tried, once more, to ignore Angela’s knowing smiles. He smiled at her sarcastically and she smiled brightly back. Cam and Brennan had they’re backs turned, so they didn’t notice the silent interchange.
“Come on then.” Brennan said, taking off her lab coat, wondering why it was her that was making the ‘people plans’ and not Booth.
“Alright, we’re going.” They both left the platform, with Angela starring behind them.
“They are like, made for each other, aren’t they?” she asked Cam.
“Um… Angela, are tu alright?” Cam was observing Angela’s dazed face.
“What? Of course I am.” she coughed. “Why - why would tu say that?” she smiled nervously, and she scratched her ear.
“Whatever” Cam gave up and smiled as she turned to leave with Hodgins and Nigel. “Just stop coughing, you’re making me need to cough too.”
*
Brennan and Booth were walking through the museum part of the Jeffersonian.
“Should we get Sweets? You’ve always dicho that he is very useful in these kind of situations.”
Booth shifted nervously. “Um… do we have to?”
“I don’t know.” Brennan stared after him. He wouldn’t meet her eye contact. “You’re the one who is supposed to be saying these things.”
“Oh, yeah.”
They found Sweets wandering around anyway, so he joined the pack. “Hi Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth.”
“Good, you’re here… we might need you-”
“Don’t make him feel comfortable!” Booth hissed in Brennan’s ear.
Sweets coughed. “I heard that Agent Booth.”
“I know.”
Sweets stared at him for a second, as if asking ‘why me?’. “So… how’s it been? tu didn’t look good last time I saw you, Dr. Brennan.”
“You saw me on the platform… but tu might be referring to the time before that… and since tu didn’t come and see me, I assume that the last time tu saw me I was loopy.”
“Loopy?”
“Yes… it’s not a proper term o condition but it’s results are satisfactory.”
“Ok… tu really didn’t look good though. tu were saying all kinds of things…” Booth coughed to interrupt.
“Yes, results of concussions can be inappropriate displays of emotion to the situation, lost of interest in favourite activities o objects, tearfulness… and nausea.”
Booth stopped her. “Nausea? But tu didn’t -”
“Oh, Angela informed me that I vomited on a nurse… though she dicho that he wasn’t very nice so it didn’t count.”
“Ok…”
“How - what -” Sweets was trying to think of a good question, but they arrived at the Roman Department’s door.
“He was interning here.” Brennan informed Sweets as she opened the door without knocking, thought this was knew to Booth too. Where had his head been the whole time? He knew the answer, and it was Brennan.
“Hi Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth, long time no see… has somebody else been murdered?” Dr. Wheaton joked.
“What? How would tu know that?” Brennan asked.
“Ok, Bones, let me take this from here…” Booth made his way in front of her when he saw Dr. Wheaton’s fallen expression. “So, do tu remember this particular intern?” Booth held up the drawing Angela had done.
“Um… yeah, Mike, right? Is he the one who’s dead? God, everyone keeps on dying… that is not good. I hope tu didn‘t think it was me again.”
Booth looked at him. “So… how well did tu know this intern?”
“Um…” Dr. Wheaton scratched his head. “… not that well, he wasn’t really that in to ancient Rome. He liked blowing things up and making weird gases with frog sperm more. I told him that he should do what he liked instead of what he was told to do. He was a bit… strange. His dad was pressuring him though, tu know?”
“Gases?” Brennan asked. Booth watched her as something ticked in her head.
“Yeah, gases. He also hang out a lot with the cleaning crew… they just got arrested, here, didn’t tu know?”
Brennan looked at Booth, and was shocked to see that he looked strange… she hadn’t noticed this before, though she hadn’t looked at him properly for days. She looked at Sweets to see if he had noticed, but he looked the same as Booth.
“That’ll be all, Dr. Wheaton, thank tu for your time.”
“No, it won’t, we’ve got to ask más questions.” Booth stopped her from leaving.
“Yes, it will.” she told him sternly.
Booth sighed. “Ok. tu stay here.” he told Wheaton as they left.
*
As soon as they were outside, Brennan held onto Booth’s arm. He felt something tingly, though that wasn‘t normal. “Are tu alright?” Brennan stared at him, looking into his eyes for the first time in a week. Though they weren’t as she remembered them. Sweets was staring too.
“Hold it Bones-” Booth removed her hand from his arm and coughed.
“Since when have tu been coughing?” she asked him, looking worried.
“I don’t know…” Booth smiled nervously. “Why - why would that - matter?” he half-laughed.
“You’re pupils are enlarged…”
“What’s wrong with my pupils?”
“I’m not sure…” Brennan grabbed his hand and turned backwards.
“Whoa, you’re fast…”
“Let’s go and see Cam…”
“But I’m fine…”
“No, you’re not. And I don’t think that she is either… who’s been coughing?”
“I have!” Sweets shouted from where he had stayed standing.
Booth was confused por the question. “Stop yanking my hand, you’re going to pull it off.”
“No I am not. tu just feel weak…”
“Hey, guys, I thought we were going to interrogate someone?” Sweets caught up with them.
“So did I, Sweets, but bones is the party planner here…”
“There is no party.” Brennan turned back to inform Sweets. Booth shrugged at him.
“I’ve been coughing too. So has Angela, Hodgins and Cam. Is that bad?”
“Most probably.” was all Brennan would answer. She grabbed Sweets’ hand too. “I just don’t see why I’m Okay…” She thought out-loud.
“Why wouldn’t tu be?”
“Because…” Brennan started, as if it were obvious “There was obviously something toxic in the gas that those men gave us when they held us captive…”
“Oh…” Booth realized. “The intern, that died… was with the cleaning crew a lot. He must of helped them with the gases, backed out, so they killed him to keep him quiet. But why did they go after us?”
“I don’t know Booth, you’re the one who does all of that.”
They arrived at the sliding glass doors and Sweets noticed that Booth winced. Brennan had dragged Booth through but the door had closed on his wrist. She yanked him hard to get him through.
“Ow! Easy, Bones, that’s my hand you’re yanking off!”
“Sorry” she automatically responded, though she didn’t sound like it. Sweets closed his eyes as she yanked him through too.
“Angela, where’s Cam?” she shouted at Angela, who was on the platform. Everybody stared.
“Um… Sweetie, she went with Hodgins and Nigel, to take care of the equipment.” Angela dicho nervously. “Why?”
“Well, she’s the closest thing to a medical doctor… well, we’re going to the hospital.”
“Wow, really? Why?”
“I’ll explain on the way. You’re coming too, Ange.”
“Oh, Ok then. I’ll drive…”
“First call Hodgins, Cam… and Wendell. Nigel should come too, he might of caught it too.”
“Caught what? Sharing is good, Sweetie.”
“I’m not sure, that’s why we’re going to the hospital.” She dicho in a matter-of-fact tone. She also had the how-could-you-not-know-it’s-obvious face on too.
Booth watched Brennan do her thing, though Angela was watching him watching Brennan, and it was making him uncomfortable. He shifted in his chair and tried to ignore her, though it was extremely difficult.
Hodgins and Nigel Murray were getting ready to go to a compost heap out of town to see if they could find a possible murder weapon… he had pretended that he knew what they were talking about, so he couldn’t ask why a compost heap.
And it made Hodgins so happy.
“I swear, that is not healthy.” Cam muttered under her breath. Angela heard her and laughed.
Booth was feeling even más uncomfortable now, and he wished that he didn’t. Mostly because Brennan kept on looking over at him, expecting him to say something. He avoided eye contact thanks to his coughing, though he got told off.
“Booth, tu really shouldn’t cough-”
“I’m fine, no need to worry-”
“ - tu might compromise the remains.” Brennan looked at him, confused. He hoped that he didn’t blush… God, nobody except Temperance Brennan made him blush. That was messed up.
“Ok, we’re going!” Hodgins announced gleefully. Nigel was looking disgusted behind him. The were both wearing the suits, and Booth had to stop himself from laughing.
“We couldn’t find any in his size…” Hodgins said. Nigel was looking glumly at his too-short-outfit.
“I’m going to get manure in my socks.” he whined. Hodgins smirked.
Hodgins coughed loudly. “Well, we’re leaving!” they left, Hodgins practically skipping. Brennan took her gloves off.
“What, are tu going too?” Booth asked.
“No… I’m going to interrogate the victim’s friends and allies.”
“Oh, yeah, Ok.” Brennan looked at Booth, who stayed still.
“You’re coming too.”
“Oh! Ok.” he got up and tried, once more, to ignore Angela’s knowing smiles. He smiled at her sarcastically and she smiled brightly back. Cam and Brennan had they’re backs turned, so they didn’t notice the silent interchange.
“Come on then.” Brennan said, taking off her lab coat, wondering why it was her that was making the ‘people plans’ and not Booth.
“Alright, we’re going.” They both left the platform, with Angela starring behind them.
“They are like, made for each other, aren’t they?” she asked Cam.
“Um… Angela, are tu alright?” Cam was observing Angela’s dazed face.
“What? Of course I am.” she coughed. “Why - why would tu say that?” she smiled nervously, and she scratched her ear.
“Whatever” Cam gave up and smiled as she turned to leave with Hodgins and Nigel. “Just stop coughing, you’re making me need to cough too.”
*
Brennan and Booth were walking through the museum part of the Jeffersonian.
“Should we get Sweets? You’ve always dicho that he is very useful in these kind of situations.”
Booth shifted nervously. “Um… do we have to?”
“I don’t know.” Brennan stared after him. He wouldn’t meet her eye contact. “You’re the one who is supposed to be saying these things.”
“Oh, yeah.”
They found Sweets wandering around anyway, so he joined the pack. “Hi Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth.”
“Good, you’re here… we might need you-”
“Don’t make him feel comfortable!” Booth hissed in Brennan’s ear.
Sweets coughed. “I heard that Agent Booth.”
“I know.”
Sweets stared at him for a second, as if asking ‘why me?’. “So… how’s it been? tu didn’t look good last time I saw you, Dr. Brennan.”
“You saw me on the platform… but tu might be referring to the time before that… and since tu didn’t come and see me, I assume that the last time tu saw me I was loopy.”
“Loopy?”
“Yes… it’s not a proper term o condition but it’s results are satisfactory.”
“Ok… tu really didn’t look good though. tu were saying all kinds of things…” Booth coughed to interrupt.
“Yes, results of concussions can be inappropriate displays of emotion to the situation, lost of interest in favourite activities o objects, tearfulness… and nausea.”
Booth stopped her. “Nausea? But tu didn’t -”
“Oh, Angela informed me that I vomited on a nurse… though she dicho that he wasn’t very nice so it didn’t count.”
“Ok…”
“How - what -” Sweets was trying to think of a good question, but they arrived at the Roman Department’s door.
“He was interning here.” Brennan informed Sweets as she opened the door without knocking, thought this was knew to Booth too. Where had his head been the whole time? He knew the answer, and it was Brennan.
“Hi Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth, long time no see… has somebody else been murdered?” Dr. Wheaton joked.
“What? How would tu know that?” Brennan asked.
“Ok, Bones, let me take this from here…” Booth made his way in front of her when he saw Dr. Wheaton’s fallen expression. “So, do tu remember this particular intern?” Booth held up the drawing Angela had done.
“Um… yeah, Mike, right? Is he the one who’s dead? God, everyone keeps on dying… that is not good. I hope tu didn‘t think it was me again.”
Booth looked at him. “So… how well did tu know this intern?”
“Um…” Dr. Wheaton scratched his head. “… not that well, he wasn’t really that in to ancient Rome. He liked blowing things up and making weird gases with frog sperm more. I told him that he should do what he liked instead of what he was told to do. He was a bit… strange. His dad was pressuring him though, tu know?”
“Gases?” Brennan asked. Booth watched her as something ticked in her head.
“Yeah, gases. He also hang out a lot with the cleaning crew… they just got arrested, here, didn’t tu know?”
Brennan looked at Booth, and was shocked to see that he looked strange… she hadn’t noticed this before, though she hadn’t looked at him properly for days. She looked at Sweets to see if he had noticed, but he looked the same as Booth.
“That’ll be all, Dr. Wheaton, thank tu for your time.”
“No, it won’t, we’ve got to ask más questions.” Booth stopped her from leaving.
“Yes, it will.” she told him sternly.
Booth sighed. “Ok. tu stay here.” he told Wheaton as they left.
*
As soon as they were outside, Brennan held onto Booth’s arm. He felt something tingly, though that wasn‘t normal. “Are tu alright?” Brennan stared at him, looking into his eyes for the first time in a week. Though they weren’t as she remembered them. Sweets was staring too.
“Hold it Bones-” Booth removed her hand from his arm and coughed.
“Since when have tu been coughing?” she asked him, looking worried.
“I don’t know…” Booth smiled nervously. “Why - why would that - matter?” he half-laughed.
“You’re pupils are enlarged…”
“What’s wrong with my pupils?”
“I’m not sure…” Brennan grabbed his hand and turned backwards.
“Whoa, you’re fast…”
“Let’s go and see Cam…”
“But I’m fine…”
“No, you’re not. And I don’t think that she is either… who’s been coughing?”
“I have!” Sweets shouted from where he had stayed standing.
Booth was confused por the question. “Stop yanking my hand, you’re going to pull it off.”
“No I am not. tu just feel weak…”
“Hey, guys, I thought we were going to interrogate someone?” Sweets caught up with them.
“So did I, Sweets, but bones is the party planner here…”
“There is no party.” Brennan turned back to inform Sweets. Booth shrugged at him.
“I’ve been coughing too. So has Angela, Hodgins and Cam. Is that bad?”
“Most probably.” was all Brennan would answer. She grabbed Sweets’ hand too. “I just don’t see why I’m Okay…” She thought out-loud.
“Why wouldn’t tu be?”
“Because…” Brennan started, as if it were obvious “There was obviously something toxic in the gas that those men gave us when they held us captive…”
“Oh…” Booth realized. “The intern, that died… was with the cleaning crew a lot. He must of helped them with the gases, backed out, so they killed him to keep him quiet. But why did they go after us?”
“I don’t know Booth, you’re the one who does all of that.”
They arrived at the sliding glass doors and Sweets noticed that Booth winced. Brennan had dragged Booth through but the door had closed on his wrist. She yanked him hard to get him through.
“Ow! Easy, Bones, that’s my hand you’re yanking off!”
“Sorry” she automatically responded, though she didn’t sound like it. Sweets closed his eyes as she yanked him through too.
“Angela, where’s Cam?” she shouted at Angela, who was on the platform. Everybody stared.
“Um… Sweetie, she went with Hodgins and Nigel, to take care of the equipment.” Angela dicho nervously. “Why?”
“Well, she’s the closest thing to a medical doctor… well, we’re going to the hospital.”
“Wow, really? Why?”
“I’ll explain on the way. You’re coming too, Ange.”
“Oh, Ok then. I’ll drive…”
“First call Hodgins, Cam… and Wendell. Nigel should come too, he might of caught it too.”
“Caught what? Sharing is good, Sweetie.”
“I’m not sure, that’s why we’re going to the hospital.” She dicho in a matter-of-fact tone. She also had the how-could-you-not-know-it’s-obvious face on too.
