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

~Theres No Place like Home~

Olivia struggled to get her hands loose from the zip ties that were holding her down. She kept screaming through the cloth gag, hoping someone would hear her and help. Her cellphone started to ring. She looked around for it, and smiled. When she was being put into the chair, it must've fallen out of her pocket and landed in the floor. It was her sister calling. Olivia's head ran thoughts and memories with Temperance, as she she tried to click the answer button. She fails to do so, groaning in anger at her situation. Slowly she felt herself loosing hope, and started to think of her past...
"Olivia."
Temperance said softly in a disappointing tone, finding her sister the way she was. Passed out on her couch, with empty bottles around. Temperance's voice startled Olivia into waking up.
"Huh?"
She groaned softly, rubbing her eyes to try and make her blurred vision go away. Temperance looked at her with a look, helping her up.
"You know to call me if you ever feel like this."

I feel like this. Olivia thought to herself, knowing she needed a drink. She needed something to get through the pain that at any moment the Jeffersonian would be in pieces, along with her family.
"House keeping."
Olivia's thoughts were interpreted by the hotels maid. Olivia made noises through the cloth hoping the maid would come in.
  "Hello?"
The maid said in a sing song voice opening the door. She turned her head to where Olivia was tied.
  "Good heavens!"
She exclaimed, scared for Olivia. She was so scared she ran, but thankfully she ran to Olivia and not out the door.
"Thank you so much."
Olivia said smiling, as the maid was reliving her bonds and gag. She stood up and grabbed her phone calling her sister.

  "Booth! It's Olivia!"
Temperance yelled. They were sitting in Temperance's office, all trying to think of a plan. Temperance answered the phone putting her on speaker.
  "Olivia oh my god where are you-"
    "Bomb-squad."
Was all Olivia said, making everyone but Seely confused.
  "Where?"
Booth asked, already having his phone out in order to dial the number he needed.
  "I don't know, all I know is it's in the Jeffersonian, some place that has ties with me." 
   "Your office?"
Angela asked making Booth shake his head.
  "No it's to obvious. Olivia when?"
Olivia walked into the airport, getting the flight that would immediately put her in DC.
  "Sometime today."
Everyone was silent, Booth leaving the room and calling the squad.
  "Olivia what's going on?"
Temperance asked confused. They don't hear a word from Olivia and when they do, she talks about a bomb?
  "I love you sis, but I got to go. I'll see you soon."
Olivia was about to hang up before she tempered to say something.
  "Temperance?"
She asked softly, still walking to her destination.
  "Make sure he's safe, I can't loose another."
Temperance nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes. Olivia had hung up, sitting on the plains and praying that the bomb hadn't gone off yet.
  "She talking about me?"
Jack whispered softly, his eyes red from crying earlier. Angela purses her lips, not knowing what to say. She had felt bad about what she said yesterday, but she knew it was true. Everyone knew it was true.
  "Well well well.."
Rick slowly said as Booth and Brennan walked into his cell. Booth started at him, careful not to show any emotion what so ever at the man. Emotions give the criminal something against you, something they can bend. Temperance knew this but proceeded to show emotions. You could see the fear and angry just by glancing at her once. Then seeing the sorrow in her eyes the seconds time.
"Shut it!"
Brennan snapped at Rick, not being able to control the anger that was brewing in the pit of her stomach. Booth laid a hand on her shoulder, careful to keep her at bay. Rick smirked softly at the scared older sister.
  "Don't be scared. I mean unless you're scared of dying when a bomb goes off..."
Rick trailed, tilting his head and flashing a smile.
"Then yeah, be scared."
He chuckled drying, cussing Brennan to make a fist at her side.
"Where's the bond Rick?"
Booth asked, not wanting to waste anytime. He had a squad searching the Jeffersonian, but it was a big place; so its be helpful to know where it was.
"I'm not telling you anything."
He shook his head as he spoke, blue eyes sparkling. Brennan slammed her hand on the cell bars, causing Booth and Rick to jump back. She looked at Ricks eyes deeply.
"When your pretty little girlfriend come in here to rescue you she's gonna burn in the bomb explosion too. And you know what? I don't care!"
She yelled. Brennan let go of the bars and walked out in a fast, angry, manor.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Better keep your girl in check Seeley."
Booth pointed at Rick sharply.
  "Don't!"
Was all he said. It meant a lot. Don't talk, don't say she's my girl, and really don't tell me I need to control her. Booth walked in after her, before Rick shouted.
  "Staring at the wall its fake but no one knows. Numbers are all sprawled, when the clock strikes eight her while World will blow."
Booth turned on his bells and looked at Rick.
"A riddle?"
He was angry at the games he was playing. But all Rick did was nod.

Olivia walked out of the hotel holding a burned cell and dialing a number on it.
  "Who is this and how did get this number?"
A man with a thick accent spoke in a loud, cautious, voice. Olivia smiled, happy she remembered the number correctly.
  "Dembe, its Anne."
There was a moment of silence before another man answered the phone.
  "Anne?"
Olivia smiled, but not at the name; at the person.
  "I need a private jet now! Baghdad Iraq."
She hung up and threw away the phone. She walked where she knew the jet would land.
  "Anne."
A black man said once the jet had landed and he opened the door for her to come in.
  "Dembe."
She said hugging the tall smooth black man, then getting in the plane.
  "DC, Jeffersonian please."
She said before sitting across the white man with no hair.
  "So Anne,"
The white man took off his hat and sunglasses.
  "Want to tell me what this is all about?"
Olivia, or Anne in this case, shook her head softly chuckling to herself.
  "Not really Raymond, not really."
The man nodded his head. They had civil conversation about life and the world while flying. Once landed on top the Jeffersonian she turned to him and kissed his cheek.
  "So how's Liz?"
She asked him a clearly personal question, which he shrugged to.
    "She's tough."
Olivia, or Anne, nodded to Raymond's response.

"Good luck guys."

She said walking into the building. She walked to the lobby and saw Jack.

  "You're a sight for sore eyes."
She spoke causing him  to jerk out of his seat.
"Olivia."
Liv smiled, glared to hear her real name.
  "Damn don't just stand there."
She grabbed his long blue lab coat and pulled him to her.
  "Kiss me da-"
Jack did as he knew he would be told to do. His hand resting on her waist. He broke off, lips bright red with the heat the two of them created.
  "Booth has a riddle for you."
Olivia nodded but smirked softly.
  "I can't take care that I'm about one minute right?"
She chuckled along with Jack. Her hand gripped his coat so hard her knuckles turned white. Their lips smashed together like lovers who had just found together again. His hands holding her belt loop on the skin tight jeans.
  "Ahem."