Title: The Unbreakable

Rating: I'm never sure about these, but M.

Pairing: Brennan/Booth

Summary: Booth and Brennan intend to question a possible suspect, but something bad happens to Brennan. Something that neither of them will never forget. Will Booth be able to help Brennan deal with it?

Authors Note: This is my first Bones fanfic, so please be gentle. ;) No, I'd like some honest feedback. All mistakes are mine and there might be some, even though I have looked it over many times. English isn't my first language, so if there are any problems, please point them out.

This story is nearly finished and I will post the remaining chapters soon. There will be about two or three more, I'm not sure yet.

Warnings: This contains sexual assault. If you're not okay with the content, please do not read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. I do not intend to make money with this story.

The Unbreakable

Booth and Brennan were sitting in the car, eating take out in an comfortable silence. Every once in a while Booth would glance at Brennan but she was lost in thought, fork midway to her mouth, oblivious to the rest of the world. It was those moments that she let her guard down, pondering on some complicated puzzle, forgetting about everything else. She looked so innocent during those moments.

"Bones", Booth said and she looked up, startled. Her face made him smile.

"Yeah?"

"If you're not gonna eat that..." he smirked, signing to her half eaten lunch.

Brennan glanced at it, as if she had forgotten all about it. "No, go ahead. But shouldn't we get going already?" She meant the house they had parked in front of. They were on their way to question a possible suspect, but Booth had insisted on getting lunch first.

"Sure, but it looks like no one's home", he pointed out, viewing the dark windows. "But let's check it out anyway. Come on."

They got out of the car and walked side by side. The street was almost deserted except for a white van that was parked near. Booth gave Brennan another look. They hadn't talked about Hannah or anything relating the question of "us" since the night he and Hannah had broken up. It was though they had an silent agreement of going on as just partners as Booth had said. He wasn't sure why he had insisted on it. It was true he was tired of women not wanting the same as he, but he still longed to be with Brennan. He still loved her. He still loved Hannah, too, which made him even more confused.

She had called him once or twice, leaving a message on his answering machine but he hadn't called back. She had asked him if he was okay. He didn't know if he was or not. Maybe deep down he was glad Hannah had said no. The idea of proposing had come from Sweets' unintentional challenge but he didn't exactly know why he had done it. Sure, Hannah was beautiful, smart and perfect for him in every way, but did he really love her enough to want to marry her? He didn't know that either. Even though he didn't need to wonder about that now that they weren't together anymore, he was tired of not knowing.

Brennan knocked on the door, but there was no answer. They waited a while, but the house remained quiet. She tried to peek

"I'll go check the back door", she announced and before he could react, she had already dissappeared.

"I should do that, I'm the one with the gun", he called after her, but he just shrugged and decided to head to the other side. Brennan was probably carrying an illegal gun of her own anyway, knowing her. He heard a cry of pain and his heart rate picked up, just like everytime he thought his partner was in danger. He reached for his gun and broke into a run.

The sight made his blood run cold. A huge man, with a dark beard and strench coat was holding a gun against Brennan's head. Before the man noticed him, he took the safety off his own gun and pointed the weapon to the man.

"FBI, drop the gun and put your hands on your head."

The man smirked. "I don't think so. See, I have gun on your beatiful partner here and if you don't put down your weapon, her head will blow up. "

Booth looked at Brennan, whose eyes were wide with fear, but there was something there. Defiance. She would fight the man to death if she had to. Booth knew her well enough to know that she would.

"I don't think so. I'll shoot you before you have the time to even think about harming her."

Booth heard a click just behind his head and felt a gun pressing on his back. "Really?" How had he not have heard him coming? "Put down your gun, now."

Outnumbered, he did as he was told. He dropped his gun and placed his hands in the air. The guy behind him held the gun in its place and rummaged though Booth's pockets, finding his car keys and badge.

"Special Agent Seeley Booth of the FBI. How nice to meet you. Jeff, let's get these two inside."

The man called Jeff grunted and signed for Brennan to go before him. Grudginly, she obeyed and Booth followed them with his captor.

"Sit", Jeff said to Brennan and him and they obeyed. Now Booth could see both of their captors. The other man was taller than Jeff, but wasn't as bulky. He had a mean look on his face and cold eyes.

"How unfortunate that you two happened to walk in just as we were finishing up", the unnamed man sneered. Booth noticed how the living room had been emptied of anything valuable. Regular burglars, then. And they had got the drop on him and Brennan? How embarrassing. But he could worry about that later, after he had gotten her out of this alive.

Brennan was looking at nothing, silent. Her warmth against him on the small couch was comforting to him.

"Matt, I'll go check if they came alone", Jeff said and Matt nodded. Matt was clearly the leader of the two, Booth noted. He was still holding a gun on them.

A minute later Jeff returned. "There was no one else. I brought rope."

"Good", Matt nodded. "Tie their hands. Is Nathan almost finished upstairs?"

Great. There were three of them.

"Yeah. He's coming down soon."

Jeff moved to tie Brennan's hands but there was nothing Booth could do as the other man was threatening them with a weapon. He noticed her wincing as Jeff tightened the ropes around her wrists.

"Sorry", Jeff said and winked at her. Booth felt sick. He nudged Brennan, making her look at him. He gave her a look that said 'everything will be okay' and he got a 'I know' back. Even though they were in a dangerous situation, he felt relieved that they could still communicate without words.

"Alright, what do we have here?" the third man, apparently named Nathan, asked as he came into the room. He was blond and even bulkier than Jeff and he looked a lot younger than the other two. He looked at Brennan. "Hey, she's hot. We gonna keep her?" He smirked, looking into her eyes. Brennan raised her chin and gave him such a loathing look that would have made a more sensitive guy flee the scene. That's my girl, Booth thought. But Nathan just laughed. "I like her."

"Now that the pleasantries are over, what are we gonna do with them?" Jeff asked, giving the other guy a pointed look, but he just shrugged.

"Let's toss the guy and have a little fun with the woman. Who said we shouldn't have fun at work?"

Booth felt Brennan tencing up next to him.

"We don't have time to start playing with her. Let's get the stuff out of here first and figure it out then", Matt instructed. "I'll keep an eye on them. "

The other two left the room. Matt sat down on the chair opposite of them. The hand holding the gun didn't waver a bit. Booth tried to move his hands and get out of the ropes, but they didn't budge. These guys were clearly professional and he was worried of the lengths they would go to get the job done.

"So FBI, huh?" Matt asked, tilting his head. "I'm sorry for you. You should think about other hobbies, something that pays more. Like this."

"What, were you a cop before?" Booth asked. Matt smirked.

"Maybe I was. It got boring soon, though, but I have to admit, it helps to know how you guys think. Helps us to be a couple of steps ahead."

Nathan entered the room, holding a book in his hand. "Hey, look what I found in the old lady's bedroom. Look familiar?"

Matt glanced at the picture on the cover and then at Brennan. "Hey, I thought she looked familiar. What an honour, a famous anthropologist here as our guest. Nice to meet you, Temperance. Isn't your dad Max Brennan? Or as we know him, Max Keenan?"

Brennan tensed up more, giving the men the answer, even though they didn't need it. Booth cursed in his head. This was just perfect. They could've gotten out unharmed, but the guys had to hold a grudge against Max. It wasn't a surprise, really. Max might have been a criminal and a murderer, but compared to these guys he was a saint. Of course they had clashed.

Nathan smirked. "You mean that man who interrupted your gig a while back?"

"That would be the one", Matt answered, lost in thought. After a while he spoke. "It looks like you can have your fun after all, Nathan. We all know how much Max loves his kids. This could be the way to send a message I've been looking for."

"You stay away from her", Booth snarled. His insides had gone cold at the man's words. If they even laid a finger on her...

"Oh, don't worry, we're just gonna borrow your girlfriend", Nathan smirked and stepped in front of Brennan, touching her face with his hand. She shivered, but she didn't lose her defiant expression. "She'll be fine. Maybe, if I'm feeling nice."

A split second later she kicked him right in the groin. Booth winced in sympathy. Nathan cursed and doubled over. "You bitch!" He yelled as he recovered. He slapped her across her face hard, making her yelp in pain. "You're so gonna pay for that."

"Leave her alone, you bastard!" Booth yelled in anger. All he wanted to do was kill these men for this. If they hurt her again, he would find a way to put them down, he was sure of it.

"Calm down", Matt commanded Nathan, his face expressionless, clearly not feeling any sympathy for the man. "She's clearly a feisty one. And you-", he said to Booth, "-shut up. This doesn't concern you."

Jeff came back. "Everything's ready. We can go."

Please just leave, Booth begged them in his head. Just go.

"Not so fast. We have Max Keenan's daughter, Temperance with us."

"It's Dr. Temperance Brennan for you", Brennan hissed at him, speaking at last. "And I'm sure you're aware of what my father will do to you if he finds out. He's a very frightnening man."

"Oh, we're aware", Jeff grinned. He turned to speae to Matt. "Max Keenan's daughter... This is certainly a chance we can't miss. What do you want to do?"

"Oh, come on. I think you know what we're gonna do", Nathan said, finally standing straight, but keeping to Brennan's side, not giving her another shot at kicking him. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "You're gonna love it, baby."

Brennan spat straight onto his face. He closed his eyes and dried his face with his other hand. His smile turned into a sneer. "If I were you, I'd stop fighting me."

He moved his hands onto her blouse and started opening the buttons. Booth turned his face away. This couldn't be happening. They were going to take her right there and there was nothing he could do. He tried to move from the couch, but Matt's weapon was pushed closer to his face, making him freeze again.

Nathan grabbed Brennan by her hair, yanking her on her feet. He kissed her roughly, still holding her hair as she tried to pull away.

"Let her go!" Booth tried, but Matt just sighed.

"Someone shut him up, please."

A moment later Jeff appeared in front of Booth and stuffed a cloth in his mouth.

Matt stood up. "I'm done babysitting this one", he said and grabbed Booth who fought, but was once again stopped by the gun hovering in front of him. Matt shoved him in the chair he had occupied previously himself and tied his hands to it. To his horror, he now had a good view of Brennan struggling with her assaulter.

When Nathan finally parted from Brennan, she felt more frightened than ever in her life. She didn't like the feeling at all. She hated not being in control and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop these men from raping her. She could fight, even hurt them, but it would only anger them. But she was good at angering people, so...

"Ah, don't try that again", Matt said, as he noticed Brennan's intentions on kicking Nathan again. He had come behind her and was now touching her breasts, not at all gently. She felt disgusted.

The worst part was that Booth was there, seeing everything. She felt humiliated, being there terrorized by other men in front of her partner. In front of the man she loved. As Nathan tried to kiss her again, she moved her head. "Please", she breathed out.

"What? Now you're begging? Lost the fight in you, did ya?" Nathan asked, smirking triumphantly and turning her head towards him again. She hated to be asking him anything, but she had to stop this.

"Do whatever you want, but not in front of Booth", Brennan blurted out, looking pleadingly into Nathan's eyes. Eyes that didn't show any sympathy at all, only dark lust. "Please."

"Oh come on, I'm sure he would love to watch."

Brennan glanced at Booth who was trying to say something, but the cloth in his mouth was muffling his cries. She knew what his eyes were saying. 'Fight, don't mind me. Just fight'. But she couldn't do that.

"Not in front of him", she begged again. Nathan sighed mockingly and looked at Matt. Apparently he agreed because Matt took his hands of her and started to drag her towards the other room. She met Booth's eyes and tried to signal that it was okay, but she didn't believe it herself. Booth's eyes were wide with fear as he was still struggling with his bonds. She turned her head away.

After Matt had made sure Booth was not getting away, they dragged her all the way upstairs, to a big bedroom. They shoved her in there and she almost tripped as the bound hands were disturbing her balance.

"I hope you're happy now", Naithan laughed as he pushed her down on her knees. She wanted so bad to cry but didn't want to give them the satisfaction. But as Nathan started to undo his belt, she was fighting hard the tears. You'll live through this, she tried telling herself. You'll live through this. Somehow that didn't comfort her. Jeff closing the door with a soft click felt like a final nail to her coffin. There was no way out.

When Nathan told her to open her mouth and she kept it tightly shut, he struck her again and she finally broke into tears.

"It's okay, baby", Nathan cooed maliciously, pushing his member in her mouth and stroking her hair. "It's okay."