Queen Of The Lab~Jack Hodgins Love Story~ Olivia Anne Brennan Series~ Book #3

~Breathe~

"Sargent Brennan!?"
A male voice called out over the troops base. Olivia raised her head, annoyed she would have to get dressed and leave the tent.
"They need you."
A deep makes voice to the left of her spoke. His hand rubbed her smooth arm, making her not want to leave. She looked at the mans face, then down to his torso.
"I don't wanna leave you. You need someone to watch your stitches so you don't rip them."
Olivia looked up at him, her brown hair falling over her back and shoulders. He chuckled slightly as he responded,
"If last night didn't tear my stitches I think I'll be fine."
His snarky remark made Olivia roll her eyes.
"I'll be right back Casey."
She whispered against his lips, her lips softly brushing against his with her words. Once she was dressed with her uniform she walked out of her tent, making sure it was closed so no one could see Casey. Olivia knew she was putting her job on the line last night when she decided to sleep with him. She also knew she was putting him in the same position. The man that called her name walked across the camp to where she was.
"Yes?"
She crossed her arms waiting for the slightly taller man to say what was on his mind. He looked nervous, not sure what he wanted to say, or not knowing how to articulate what needed to be said. Olivia, her patience thinning, tapped her foot into a rhythm. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but slowly shut it again avoiding eye contact.
"Spot it out solider!"
Luv shouted annoyed.

"I don't know what you're talking about."
Rick lied to Zachary's question. He became quickly annoyed, almost losing his cool. Even though he didn't really know Olivia, Zachary felt very protective of her because of his ties with Temperance. Booth was pacing the other side of the glass in the interrogation room. Zachary protested that he needed to be the one to interrogate Rick, so Booth and Temperance were in the sound booth alongside Sweets.
"Lie."
Zachary said, staring at him straight in the eyes. Rick looked back in his eyes, and widened his own. He leaned closer to Zachary, making Booth uncomfortable.
"You have it too."
He whispered softly, looking deadly in Zach's eyes. Zachary didn't say anything, just letting his brain run with ideas as what Rick was meaning.
"What is he talking about, Sweet?"
Temperance asked turning to her friend. Sweets was lost for answers, not knowing what to say. He knew that Temperance was in a fragile position with her sister, and the Widows Son serial killer on the loose.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about Mr Addy. I see it in you, I can feel it in you. You don't even know what you could become. You don't even know how much it's going to hurt you when they figure you out!"
Rick yelled, spitting in Zach's face as he talked. Zachary was pissed off at his words, more then pissed. He could feel the anger start to rise in him, so high he couldn't control. Zachary stood up, his chair falling over behind him. He grabbed the table edges and rammed it into Rick, causing him and his chair slid back to the wall pinned by the table.
"You don't know me! You can't talk your way out of this one. You know where she is! I will not be a monster!"
He yelled, pushing the table.
"Can't breathe."
Rick gasped, not being able to get a hold of his breath with the metal table being pushed into his chest.
"Oh God!"
Temperance yelled, but not worried enough to actually stop Zach. Sweets was to scared, never have seeing this side of Zachary before, no one even knew this side of him existed.
"Zach!"
Booth yelled when he opened the door. Zachary turned around to face Booth, his face red with anger. He wasn't letting Rick go, and Rick wasn't going to let him have the information that they needed.

"There was an ambush on troop Bravo,"
The man took a deep breath, avoiding eye contact with his commanding officer, Olivia.
"How many dead?"
The Sergeant asked, already knowing that barely anyone could've survived.
"All but one."
"Where is he?"
Olivia quickly replied, and cuaght herself with the gender. As a woman in the army, she knew how it was mainly men who worked their. She only had a few women in her troops, the rest were men, so naturally she assumed the one that had survived was a male.
"We don't know, he was taken. We presume he's back at their base probably undergoing torture for our location."
Olivia emotionless nodded, thinking about who it was. If it was someone she knew was weak they would have to move, but if she knew they were strong all they would have to do would be to set up a a barrier and have a shift of guards. She never had to worry about not knowing any solider in her troops. Olivia made it a point to at least know the names of every person in her troops, and at least one thing about them.
"Who?"
She asked softly. Everyone was pretending not to be listening in on their conversation, but they were standing in the middle of the base so it was easy for people to hear from all points. Casey had tried to get dressed in his own, but he was in to much pain so he didn't have a shirt on and he couldn't quite get up.
"A solider named Richard Dawson. His buddies call him Rick."
Olivia knew him, not well but she knew a few things about him. He was a strong man, kind but she saw something in him. She couldn't place what it was, but upon meeting him she saw something in his eye. Something that made her uneasy, and she wasn't an easily scared person.
"What do you want us to do Sargent?"
The man, who was clearly frightened, asked with a shaky voice.
"Set up a perimeter with our best soldiers two-hundred feet out."

"Where's your base?"
A man in a mask asked. He was standing behind a chair with the captured solider. The solider was harmed, but he was strapped to the chair tightly. His wrist tied to the armrest, his ankles tied to the feet of the chair. Rick was silent, focusing on trying to get loose of the zip ties that bound him to the chair.
"I'll ask one more time. Where's. Your. Base?"
Rick looked at the man in the mask, who was now in front of him. Rick spat at the man and grunted in disgust. The man calmly wiped the spot off his face looking at Rick.
"Now you've pissed me off."
The man took a poker that was in the fire but and raked it through Ricks hand.

"He's not going to tell us anything."
Jack spoke before Angela could say anything. They both sat in Jacks office, surrounded by bugs and other things. Angela shook her head.
"No I don't think he is."
She was trying to stay strong, to not cry, for him. Over the last couple of years Angela and Jack had gotten close. Gone out a few times, even shared some romantic moments with each other. But the chemistry was never their, not like it was for him and Olivia. Angela had to get his mind off the negatives of Liv so she decided to focus on the positives.
"Do you love her?"
She asked, slightly concerned he did. She knew Olivia, almost as well as Temperance did and certainly better then anyone else did. Jack didn't look at Angela but nodded.
"Be careful."
Was all Angela said, makingJack look up to her.
"Why?"
Was all he could manage to say without his voice breaking, and him just letting go of the sadness he was also holding within. Angela took a deep breath, contemplating weather or not to say what she was thinking. She stood up about to walk away, but her heart told her mind she had to tell him so she stopped.
"Because she's the kind of person whose never been able to love like normal people do."
Angela walked away, knowing she didn't need to explain the rest, knowing she couldn't explain the rest. Jack was silent watching her. Everyone was silent, everyone was alone, everyone was scared.

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Normal is just an illusion
What's normal for the spider
Is chaos for the fly