Fandom One Shots Book Three

Seeley Booth x FBI Agent!Reader

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Dropping your head into your hands, you groaned; exhaustion tugging at your bones. You stood, stretching your tired muscles, you rolled your shoulders exercising the tense muscles after that you rolled your neck hearing it crack as you did. The time glared up at you from your cell phone as it lit up showing a text from Cam from the Jeffersonian. The text asked you to head over as she had found something important relating to your cases. You hit the button for the elevator, the doors slid open. Booth stopped when he saw you waiting, "hey, Y/N," you grinned at Booth. "Hey Booth," He exited the elevator, and held the doors open for you. You thanked him and let him know that you were heading to the Jeffersonian. Booth waved his manila folder at you, "just been there." You smirked, "oh yeah, flirt with Brennan while you were there?" Booth chuckled. "Nah, why would I flirt with her when I can flirt with you?" Your laugh was cut off as the doors for the elevator slid shut.

Some singer was singing about not needing a man when you began to hear a thumping. Clicking the music off as your car began to driving thudding, you recognised what was happening and swore. Flicking on the hazard lights, you drove to the side of the road. Turning off the car, you pulled the key out of the ignition. You got out to check the wheels, you swore when you spotted the roofing nail stuck in the tread. Opening the boot of the car, you swore again when you saw that you had forgotten to replace the spare. Shutting the boot with a sharp snap you dropped back in the driver's seat. You fired off a quick text to Cam telling her you would be late, before calling a tow service and a taxi. As you were in the middle of a text to Booth, you saw someone pulling up behind you in your rear-view mirror; abandoning your text you tossed your phone onto passenger seat. You got out of your car and walked around the back of your car. Your badge and gun sat proudly on your hip showing that you were FBI, if he had taken the second to notice either he would have known better. He would have known that Agent Seeley Booth former Army sniper and the Jeffersonian team would stop at nothing to get you back. But he didn't know anything of this, so when he struck you over the head giving you a concussion and making you black out; he didn't know that he was effectively signing his life away.

Half an hour later, when the tow truck driver and the taxi arrived you were nowhere to be found; your car effectively abandoned. Thankfully they both saw your phone on the passenger seat ringing with a missed call from Booth. The tow truck driver answered it, he explained what was going on and where he was. Booth arrived in record time, along with a crime scene team and members of the Jeffersonian. Hodgins tumbled from the car and began to process everything hell bent on finding you.

You woke, head pounding, in the back of a truck a few moments after being knocked out. The man who had attacked you, dragged you out of the truck and into the cliched spot he had found to hide. He tied you to some old pipes and you pulled yourself into a seated position as he left the room. The light was harsh and caused you to squint, hissing in pain. You took inventory of your injuries, a few bumps and bruises, probably some cracked ribs judging by the way it hurt to breath, almost absolutely a concussion from beginning knocked out.

As your phone had been left at the crime scene and there being no other way to track you. It was down to Hodgins's evidence; as if he already didn't have enough on his shoulders already, with this case now your life had been added to the weight that rested on them. Hodgins had managed to overhear Booth questioning the tow truck driver about why he had been called before both he and the taxi driver had been allowed to leave. When he heard about the tyre, Hodgins decided to check it out. He found the roofing nail, he grinned. He knew you; you wouldn't have touched it even if you didn't think it was evidence. Hodgins stared at the nail, that had been removed from your tyre and now lay in front of him. Signing he began to run every test he could think of on the nail before running some tests on the dirt he had found in some tyre tracks that had been left behind. Hodgins was staring at the nail, a niggling thought in his mind before it clicked. He stood up so fast that the chair he had been sitting in toppled over and Cam who had just stopped in front of him jumped. "I need to talk to Angela." The sentence as the only thing he said before grabbing the nail and running off. Cam waved her hands in the air, "by all means, leave me in suspense." Her heels clicked a staccato pace as she made her way to Angela's office.

As Cam entered Angela's office, she caught a glance at the screen where there was footage of a carpark frozen on the screen. Hodgins was saying something at ninety miles an hour, Angela had a confused look on her face, Brennan looked as though she was following along. Booth muttered something about needing subtitles. "Mr. Hodgins, take a breath and say that so we can understand what you are trying to tell us." Hodgins breathed in quickly, "this roofing nail is only specially used on government buildings, this dirt has a mix of everything you would find at a building site." Booth's eyes lit up, "they're fixing the building by the car park, Y/N and I use." Cam shrugged her shoulders, "maybe that's where she got it from, and they are not involved." Angela made a disbelieving noise in her throat. "I just found this on the security camera." Angela hit play and everyone watched as a man made his way to your car and rammed the roofing nail into the tyre. He turned and Angela passed on his face, clearing the image up before she placed the image side by side with a work photo. "He's working on the construction site by the car park." A red alert jumped across the screen, and Booth swore when he read the alert across the screen. "He's a suspect in one of her other cases." Booth's mood darkened, "there's there another construction site he's working on. This one is having trouble with the permits so its currently empty." Booth left stalking out calling the Bureau for backup. Brennan wisely took the hint coupled with Cam holding her back to not follow Booth out into the field this time.

Booth had found you, tied to a chair in the middle of the room; you were bound and gagged. Bleeding and bruised from your abduction and your attempts to escape. Another agent found the suspect and had arrested him. After the doctor had cleared you to go home, and you had met the squints at the hospital ensuring them that you were going to be okay. Booth offered to drive you home, he had also bought takeout which you had picked at.

Booth watched you with concern, as you got yourself ready for bed. He had cleared your apartment, more for his sake than yours; at least it felt like that when he had started sweeping the rooms. Booth offered to stay the night; you had taken him up on the offer giving him your old roommates room/guest room. He woke with a jerk when he heard you wake screaming. He raced into your room and pulled you into his arms when you reached out for him. He ran his fingers through your hair, talking to you. Booth tugged you into his arms making you both comfortable, he rested you on his chest and pulled the blankets around you both. He began to tell you myths and legends that his grandfather had told him till you were sleeping on his chest breathing in sync with him.