Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
It couldn’t be. The man didn’t look like he ever smiled.
“A butch, or a Thor or something,” I tried.
Yep, that’s exactly what I said.
To the man that looked like he could break me in half if he had a mind to do so.
Frank smiled at me, then turned his gaze to Booth who was still at my head.
“Pick her up in three,” he said. “One, two, three.”
I was lifted up and put onto the gurney that was directly beside the backboard.
I’d never once been in this position before, and I found myself not enjoying it half as much as I thought I would.
“When I was fantasizing about you, Booth,” I said, drawing Booth’s attention. “It was never supposed to be this way.”
“What?” Booth asked, a smile in his voice.
“Well,” I said as they wheeled me to the back of the ambulance. “I had these ideas,” I slurred as my eyes drifted closed. “They involved you and me in the back of an ambulance.”
“Oh yeah?” Laughter was now making his words shaky.
“Yeah,” I confirmed without opening my eyes. “You were supposed to say you had to check to make sure I was wearing clean panties.”
“Masen Crisfield,” my mother said sharply. “Stop talking, please.”
I grinned.
“You know, mom,” I said. “I’m not a virgin anymore. And I haven’t been since I was seventeen.”
My mother sighed and Booth laughed.
Frank’s rumbled laugh had me opening my eyes.
“What?” I looked at him.
“You’re feeling nice and loose, aren’t you?” He guessed.
I tried to nod, but the thing they had around my neck held me immobile. “That’s right. You may call me Loosey Goosey.”
Booth leaned down and took my hand, stretching it out in between his legs, and then prepared to start an IV on me.
“Don’t forget that…” I said.
He glared at me.
“I know your veins roll, woman,” he growled with exasperation.
I snorted. “No, I was going to say that my bags are all still in the back of the truck.”
He shook his head.
“That wasn’t what you were going to say,” he countered. “Now shut up.”
I smiled and closed my eyes again, flinching slightly when the biggest needle on this side of Texas was poked into my veins.
“Jesus,” I opened my eyes to glare at Booth. “Did you really have to use the biggest needle you had?”
He raised his eyebrows at me. “Actually,” he said. “I used an eighteen gauge on you. I could’ve gone bigger if you’d wanted me to, though.”
I wrinkled my nose at him.
“Do you think I have anything broken?” I asked him.
His eyes went serious.
“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully. “There’s a very good chance that you do. If nothing else, we know you have a concussion.”
I pursed my lips.
“Will you wipe my nose?” I asked him.
He did.
“Blow,” he ordered.
I did.
“That’s kind of weird,” my mother offered. “I don’t think your father has ever blown my nose.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re weird,” I told her.
It was a great comeback, let me tell you.
My mother chuckled, leaning forward to look over me.
“You were almost killed,” she looked into my eyes, grief all encompassing.
“I wasn’t, though,” I argued. “I was gearing up to really put a hurting on him.”
My mother snorted.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what it looked like when you were curled in the fetal position,” she said dryly.
I shrugged.
“I was getting to it,” I muttered. “I’m Superman, after all.”
“Is that right?” She asked.
I smiled.
“No one’s ever seen him and me in the same room, you know,” I explained.
She rolled her eyes.
“Her vitals are a little low,” Frank offered his two cents. “Still within the normal range, but definitely on the low side.”
Booth grunted in reply, making me turn to study him.
“What?” I asked him.
“Nothing,” he growled.
I closed my eyes.
Then, fell into a drug induced sleep.
***
Booth
Masen: I miss you
I smiled as I looked down at my phone, but it was wiped off moments later when I looked at Luke as he walked towards the station.
I crossed my arms, but my phone buzzed again, making me take a quick glance at it.
Masen: Sorry, that was my vagina.
I snorted, typing out a quick reply, then returned my attention back to the man that was now standing in front of me.
“You ready to talk now?” He wanted to know.
I nodded, not saying anything.
“Got the camera pictures,” he held his hand up, showing me the memory card. “I sent them to your email if you’re interested in seeing them,” Luke added.
I nodded again, still not saying anything.
“Tai told me that they’re holding her overnight,” Luke continued.
I nodded in agreement.
“I also have a neighbor two doors down from the Crisfield’s residence that has a live camera feed on his house because he’s been having packages come up missing over the last couple of weeks,” he fisted his hand. “I’ve asked him for those, but he’s had to call the company to request them, and expects them to get back to him within a couple of hours.”