Swallowing Razors - Bones fanfiction

[doc_3]

Title: Swallowing Razors
Author: Doc_3
Pairing: B/Bish
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Anything up to this week’s ep is fair game
Summary: I of II of missing scene ficlets from Con Man in the Meth Lab

A/N:  A little mini ficlet of a missing scene that swirled around in my head all weekend.  Thanks to my f-list for the gobs of encouragement they've heaped my way to get me writing again.  This may not be an epic masterpiece, but it felt good to put words on paper (well, onscreen if we must be technical about it ...)

 

 

I.

His heart was pounding so loud in his ears that he felt as though the ear drums should burst to relieve the pressure. But his hands never shook.

“Bones!”

He felt rather than heard her thump to the ground, his eyes never leaving the sheriff or his hostage. Rule number one was to never take your eyes off the target. He tried to angle his head so he could see her in the periphery of his vision without turning his head.

“Bones!”

At her answer, he felt his vision narrow on the target, everything else fading away as he closed in.

***

Slowly he reached in the car and withdrew the man’s weapon and observed him for a moment. Dead. Even the agonal breathing had stopped – a shot appeared to have severed the carotid.

Turning slowly, he could see her standing in the fading light, a bit paler but with her chin still lifted defiantly. The blood was running down her hand, dripping onto the white concrete, and seeping slowly through the fingers of the hand she pressed to the wound.

Everything around him faded once more, the shotgun and pistol were placed on the grass. Grasping both sides of her face in his hands, he held her there, lowering his forehead to hers. He inhaled her for a moment, allowing himself this measure of comfort that she was okay.

***

Cam found him leaning against the high counter in front of the ER nursing station.

“Next time, try to leave a more cryptic message.”

“Sorry. I didn’t want to scare you.”

Taking in the blood on his shirt and the hard lines around his mouth, she let it be at that.

“Yours?” She tried to gesture nonchalantly at the brownish stain on the blue oxford.

“Hers. It was a single shot, through and through, to the upper arm. The orthopedic guy is in there now looking at it, to make sure there’s no muscle damage. ER doc wanted to consult a plastic surgeon but she told him if he could sew it up straight she wouldn’t need plastic surgery.”

Cam was struck by a sudden urge to weep for this man. He was trying to make a joke about his partner’s notoriously prickly nature while his eyes were drenched in guilt.

Her compassion and tears were the last things he needed, she knew better than to offer those.

“I need to know exactly how this happened to one of my people in the field, Booth.”

“You will have my report on your desk by tomorrow, Camille.” He straightened and matched her tone of professionalism.

“Excellent. Now tell me what really happened.”

His eyebrow asked the question for him.

Softening her voice she repeated, “What really happened out there, Booth?”

A long sigh and then he answered, “I had a pump-action shotgun on him, couldn’t fire because he had a hostage. Bones grabbed my sidearm and held it on him as we advanced. She must have taken her eyes off of him long enough to give him an opening. I saw him swing the barrel her way but still could fire. She was down and he made a go for the car, and then pushed the hostage out into the street as he tried to drive off. I stopped him.”

“This is not your fault, Seeley.”

His only answer was a snort. “Make sure you call my boss and tell him.”

She didn’t answer, instead turning to face the curtained off exam room where the muted voices of Brennan and one of the physicians could be heard. They stood in silence as the minutes stretched out, and Cam waged a silent battle with the voice in her head. They reached a compromise and she turned back to him, now facing his profile.

“How long can you do this, Seeley?” she whispered.

“Do what, Camille?” his voice was flat, but she saw him swallow hard then clench his jaw.

“How long can you let her scare years off your life without owning up to your feelings?”

She thought he wasn’t going to answer. And a part of her was terrified she’d pushed too much, said too much, implied too much. He wasn’t one to allow people – even friends – to poke around in an area of his life he had deemed off-limits. Cam knew she was now firmly in off-limit territory – his feelings for his partner.

“As long as it takes.”

End Part I

Part II

 

Comments

[britt-1975.livejournal.com]

OMG *SQUEE* I was so excited when I saw this on my flist... and then... *flail* I read this line: Grasping both sides of her face in his hands, he held her there, lowering his forehead to hers. and I thought that it's really weird that you have a camera in my head. EVERYTIME I've watched that scene, right before it fades out... THIS is what I expect to see... while I would have been *DED* if there had been a kiss... THIS, EXACTLY THIS that you wrote... is what would have been so completely perfect for the moment.

I'm sorry I keep yelling... but... really, I can't possibly convey my complete and utter love of this without the capslock.

And how much do I love Cam and her forthrightness, and his response... so much freaking love I can't stand it. I'm going to go read again (and again) and then wait patiently for more... 'cause you did say I of II and I'm so completely excited for more!!!

*memories*

[doc-3.livejournal.com]

You are a riot! I have this huge goofy grin on my face from reading your comment.

I'm so totally with you on that scene - I've watched it several times and I swear they must have cut something out. THERE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE DAMN IT! (That's what I kept yelling at my poor tv).

There is a Part II, but it's not exactly a continuation ... more like an addendum. There is another missing piece to this ep that I just had to write. Hopefully will post soon.

*hugs*