On edge, Booth barely kept from jumping when he nearly ran into King. "Sorry," he muttered as he took a deep breath and looked past the other man's shoulder, not seeing anything but an overactive imagination filling in the pieces. Violent crime scenes were nothing new but when it came to where he lived, it was scary as hell.
"We're going to," he replied firmly. Drake had made Abby feel unsafe in her own home, threatened them, most likely done something to an innocent person. Those reasons alone were enough to make his temper flare. "Any way I can help, man. I know you guys know him but..." He motioned in the air before giving up on trying to put it into words. "Anything I can do," he stated finally.
He turned to head back up the stairs, running a hand through his hair as he mentally began cursing at the fucked up nature of Los Angeles again. And while he was extremely happy Brennan had appeared, he almost felt guilty for wishing it and putting her right in the middle of the dangerous city as well. Speaking of double edged swords.
"We won't let him win," he said, catching Abby's statement. "And he's not getting to you. He'll go down as having just blown smoke out his ass, huffing and puffing ineffectively."
Glancing at his partner, he reached out to take her arm. "We're going to go check on the windows, double check to make sure everything is sealed up tight around here." And do some explaining. He left the words unsaid. "We'll be right back. Come on, Bones."