A/N: This is my second fan fic. And I am starting this even though the other one is nowhere near finished. The idea has been in my head for about a month now and it wont leave, so I am hoping by posting it, it will give me some rest.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones...if I did, Zack wouldn't be Gormogan's apprentice and Angela would have divorced her husband and married Hodgins by now.
Chapter 1: Captivity
Running water. That was what she could hear. The sound of a tap running in the distance. And footsteps. Footsteps were sending vibrations through the floor. A floor that wasn't warm, soft or carpeted…but hard and cold, concrete. Opening her eyes, darkness surrounded her. No windows, no lights…nothing but a lone door with blinds over the glass to stop her from being able to see. Lifting her head off the floor seemed like such a hard task, but it need to be done so she could properly inspect her surroundings. Up in a sitting position, she surveyed the room, an open door that lead to what looked to be some sort of dishevelled bathroom, a cupboard like thing in the corner, the door hanging off and empty, and her. That was all that occupied this stone walled room.
Raising her hand to her head, she felt a warm, crusted surface on the back of her head. Pulling her hand away, she saw it was red, meaning she had suffered a blow to the head and probably not that long ago, judging by the scabbing. And it was most likely the cause of the head splitting migraine she had and this current moment in time. She tried to raise her other arm, but after a sharp pain shot through it, she lowered. Analysing the throbbing limp, she cam the conclusion she was suffering from the shattering of her right distil-radius and a minor fracturing of the humerus as well…meaning she had put up a fight against her captors.
She looked at the watch on her left right and read in the dim light that it was 5:30pm, judging by the lighting, and that she had been unconscious for almost whole two days.
Footsteps outside the door brought her attention back and she saw the silhouette of a tall male figure on the other side of the door. She watched as the doorknob turned and the door swung open.
"Hello, Dr Brennan."
A/N: I know short. But the rest won't be...shouldn't be...I hope. Reviews are welcome but flames are not. Constructive critisism yes. So go on...push the button...
