*Told from Temperance Brennan's point of veiw*
Booth and I automaticly ran to the car. He was calling the FBI, to trace the phone number. The FBI concluded that the phone number was unlisted, hoặc it was an unknown number. Booth gave them a good cussing out for that. When we got into the car, he was breathing unsteadily, and hypervenilating. I shaked him, trying to get his attention.
"Booth! Snap out of it! bạn have to drive me home. Now." He cussed under his breath, and finally answered me.
"House. Bones. Right." Booth was driving way over the speed limit, and skidded to a stop right in front...
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