King was at the fridge digging around for something to eat and drink. He was in one of those moods where he was hungry, his stomach growled in protest, but nothing sounded good enough to waste what little energy he had chewing. Shutting the door he turned, starting to head for the couch, maybe to join in some Halo fun, when she busted through the door and stumbled to the ground.
"Sommerfield?" Hannibal's brow pinched together in a deep frown. His dark eyes turned hard. Only thing he could think was some scaley asshole was down there playing a dangerous game.
Grabbing the gun from the back of his pants King looked down at Booth where he kneeled beside Abby. "Stay with her." His voice was a low growl.
Letting the barrel of his gun lead the way King made his way down the stairs.