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blue_bells» Title: Before the Meltdown
» Fandom: Angel the Series, Bones
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Seeley Booth/Lindsey McDonald
» Summary: He doesn't like to talk about his past.
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Booth threw down a file on the interrogation table.
Lindsey ignored it and raised an eyebrow in question.
“We know you were in L.A. before the meltdown,” Booth accused.
Lindsey laughed under his breath and ran his thumbnail down one of the table’s deeper marks. He’d forgotten what the authorities had called it. The meltdown. Like some nuclear disaster.
Close enough, he supposed. A nuclear blast would have helped with the tide of monsters.
Booth sighed dramatically and rested his hands on his hips. “Should have changed your name, Lindsey. You were under suspicion for three murders and the body my partner and I uncovered—“
“It wasn’t me.”
Booth leaned over the table, knuckles on the cold metal and Lindsey leaned up with a sneer. Something about this agent felt familiar enough that Lindsey wasn’t concerned.
Booth searched his face, almost close enough that he would have felt Lindsey’s warm breath on him. If Lindsey still had any breath.
“You sure about that?” Booth challenged.
Lindsey knows where the scars are on his body from when that coward Lorne popped him.
“When was your person killed?”
“L.A. Two years ago. Witnesses place you at the scene.”
“Huh.”
And that was crazy talk because Lindsey was only raised six months ago. Unless....
He shrugged.
“Wasn’t me. And that’s all I’m saying. Now you’ve got bupkiss and if you know about me, you know I was lawyer, so I know my rights. I’m walking out.”
He strode out of that interrogation room with full intent to find out just who'd been using his body.
» Fandom: Angel the Series, Bones
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Seeley Booth/Lindsey McDonald
» Summary: He doesn't like to talk about his past.
» A/N: Originally written here for
daria234 in comment_fic.Booth threw down a file on the interrogation table.
Lindsey ignored it and raised an eyebrow in question.
“We know you were in L.A. before the meltdown,” Booth accused.
Lindsey laughed under his breath and ran his thumbnail down one of the table’s deeper marks. He’d forgotten what the authorities had called it. The meltdown. Like some nuclear disaster.
Close enough, he supposed. A nuclear blast would have helped with the tide of monsters.
Booth sighed dramatically and rested his hands on his hips. “Should have changed your name, Lindsey. You were under suspicion for three murders and the body my partner and I uncovered—“
“It wasn’t me.”
Booth leaned over the table, knuckles on the cold metal and Lindsey leaned up with a sneer. Something about this agent felt familiar enough that Lindsey wasn’t concerned.
Booth searched his face, almost close enough that he would have felt Lindsey’s warm breath on him. If Lindsey still had any breath.
“You sure about that?” Booth challenged.
Lindsey knows where the scars are on his body from when that coward Lorne popped him.
“When was your person killed?”
“L.A. Two years ago. Witnesses place you at the scene.”
“Huh.”
And that was crazy talk because Lindsey was only raised six months ago. Unless....
He shrugged.
“Wasn’t me. And that’s all I’m saying. Now you’ve got bupkiss and if you know about me, you know I was lawyer, so I know my rights. I’m walking out.”
He strode out of that interrogation room with full intent to find out just who'd been using his body.
