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Chapter One
Booth and Brennan entered the night club. It was late, but they had to ask some of the bartenders about the case they were working on. After all, this was the last place Rachael Sano was seen alive.
"Hey, stay close, OK Bones?" Booth asked, turning around, but Brennan was gone. He scanned the crowd, but he couldn't find her, she had simply disappeared. He pushed his way through the crowd and opened the back door and stepped out into the alley.
"Bones?" He called out. He heard a clicking noise behind him, and startled, he turned around.
"Careful, Pal, I'm the one with the gun. Any sudden movements and her head gets blown off." The gruff looking man said. He had his handgun pushed against Bones's head, and his arm around her slender waist. Booth put his hands in front of him, showing the man he didn't have a weapon, he had left his gun in the car. Booth looked at the terror etched into Brennan's eyes, her pale face strained, and her fists clenched at her side.
"What do you want?" Booth demanded through his teeth, his eyes locked with his partner's.
"You, come with me." The man growled. He pulled Bones along with him, towards a large truck.
"Why are you taking us?" Bones demanded at her captor. He dug his nails into her pale skin.
"Be quiet, Bones," Booth urged, walking in front of the man with his hands in the air.
"Why are you taking us?" She asked again. Booth closed his eyes, imagining how this scene would play out. He wouldn't let Bones get shot. He couldn't possibly survive…
Another man came out of the truck. He was shorter, and less intimidating. He was carrying rope, and quickly bound Booth's arms as the other man bound Brennan. They then tossed the pair into the back of the truck, closing the back door. There were some small holes punched in the sides for air, but not much light to go on.
"Bones, you okay?" He asked, sitting himself against the wall of the empty truck. He felt that they were moving, he wished he knew where they were going, God, he wished he knew.
"Yeah, Booth I'm fine," she replied, her voice strained. He sighed and banged his head against the side.
"Damn it! I knew I shouldn't have brought you with me this late! This is all my fault," he groaned.
"None of this is your fault, Booth. Just rest for awhile, you'll probably need your energy later," she said quietly. Booth reluctantly closed his eyes, to the momentarily peaceful surroundings, listening to the rumbling engine beneath his feet.
When Seeley Booth woke up, he was still on the inside of the truck, only now he could see his surroundings. He pulled himself closer to Brennan's motionless body.
"Bones, Bones wake up," he urged gently. She opened her eyes and turned her head towards him.
"Booth," she muttered, "Booth I have a knife strapped to my right ankle, they didn't check." Booth grinned.
"Nice thinking, Bones! How are you going to get it?" He asked her. She leaned to her left and pulled her leg close to her, snatching the knife.
"Now put your back to mine and try to cut the rope," Booth instructed. Bones slowly and carefully cut the rope tying Seeley's wrists. He sighed and rubbed his sore arms. Booth, in turn, took the pocket knife and freed Brennan.
"Thank you," Bones sighed, "Now what do we do? I don't have my phone and I'm guessing you don't either." Booth shook his head and pulled out his cell.
"No bars," he sighed, and looked over at his ivory-skinned partner, "We're going to get out of this, Bones. I promise, okay?" She nodded, and tried to force a smile. Suddenly, the truck began to slowly come to a stop. Booth stood up frantically, pulling Bones behind him. The door slowly opened, and they had no idea what they were in for.
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