I, sadly, do not own Bones…as much as I wouldn't mind owning Booth…
Temperance Brennan was walking through the halls of the J. Edgar Hoover building searching for her boyfriend, Agent Tim Sullivan. Or Sully as he was known to everyone. For the first time in a few weeks she was able to meet him for lunch because she and her partner, Agent Seeley Booth, currently had no case to be working on.
She turned to see a smiling Sully approaching her. She smiled in greeting and allowed him to pull her into a kiss. Pulling back from him she watched his smile widen.
"Ready to go?" she asked.
"Oh, yea. I've been bored still all morning."
Wrapping an arm around her waist he led her to the elevators.
They were just leaving when the Sully's cell phone started blaring Led Zepplin's "Stairway to Heaven." Taking it from his pocket he flipped it open.
She couldn't hear what the other person was saying but she watched Sully's face go from 'concerned,' to 'curious,' to 'amused' in the span of 10 seconds.
"OK, I'll be right up."
"I assure you this is nothing to be concerned about. It's not the first time this has happened."
Hanging up his phone he shook his head and chuckled. He reached for her hand and led her back in the direction they came.
"Who was that?"
"This new rookie upstairs, Murphy. Apparently someone came barreling in here a little while ago threatening another agent's life. He was jumpy so he hauled them into interrogation."
"Who were they threatening?"
He chuckled again.
"How can you ask me to relax!? You just told me someone's threatening to kill my partner!"
"I promise, Tempe. This is nothing to be worried about. This is the fifth or sixth time this has happened. Murphy just jumped the gun is all."
By now they had reached the interrogation room and Sully turned to face her.
"Trust me, Tempe. By the end of this you'll be laughing."
With that he opened the door and guided her into the room.
Whatever Temperance had been expecting it certainly wasn't this. She had imagined a dozen possibilities for whoever could be threatening Booth. A mob member, gang leader, hit man...instead she found herself looking into the brown eyes of a young woman. A very young woman. She couldn't have been more than 19.
The girl's eyes held hers for several moments before shifting past her to Sully. Her mouth curved up into a sarcastic half-smile and her left eyebrow went up in mild surprise.
"Well, well, well…Special Agent Timothy Sullivan. I really shouldn't be surprised that the coward sent you to deal with this instead of coming to face me himself."