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Summary: The pit of your stomach freezes, while your legs go to jelly. There's one single thud of your heart as you count down the minutes until the police break down the door. It's a terrible thing to take someone hostage, but is it really a crime when you're saving someone's life? B&B

A/N: Okay, so I have not abandoned my other story Among the Hiddenand I promise I'll update soon! Now, this story (I think) is original. At least I haven't read anything like this on the Bones site… Well anywho, it's different, but please give it a chance.

Unspoken Words

Chapter 1 - Preface -

The pit of your stomach freezes, while your legs go to jelly. There's one single thud of your heart as you count down the minutes until the police break down the door. It's a terrible thing to take someone hostage, but is it really a crime when you're saving someone's life?

Temperance Brennan, deranged from sleep and utter madness, held a revolver in her shaking hands. That and the four-year-old in her arms were the only things keeping the police from knocking down the door. She was not going to hurt the children in any way, but the police officers didn't need to know that. In fact, she was doing exactly the opposite and for some odd reason no one could seem to understand that. Of course, the oldest child's latest relapse had given everyone a scare, but Brennan had the money, and yet they were still going to let her die.

She shuddered as she slowly turned to the eldest child. She was so tiny and still on the hospital bed, and yet Brennan couldn't let her die. A tube feeds down her throat, a machine helping her breathe. It wasn't supposed to end like this. It wasn't supposed to go down like this… not like this. What would Booth think of her now? Would he think she was a hero, or just utterly insane? Hadn't it been Booth who told her that miracles happen everyday? And though she didn't believe in them, she found herself wishing that, for once, luck would be on her side. It was a simple wish, but utterly pointless, for she had found out a long time ago that the good guys never win.

All her life, she couldn't grasp her mind around a psycho's logic, but with each passing second she wondered if she was, in fact, going insane. No. She was doing the right thing, and she had no doubt in her mind that Booth would have done the same thing if it was Parker lying on the bed.

A soft knock on the hallway window brought her back to reality. She had purposely left the blinds open so she could see out into the hallway. It was the only way in and the only way out, but she could see everyone and their every move. She could see the police with their guns ready in hand, she could see the foster care mother shouting frantically to get her 'baby' out, she could see nurses and doctors running around, and finally, she could see Sweets who was knocking on the window for the one hundredth time today.

Brennan shook her head no, but Sweets pointed behind him, and that's when she saw him. Everything seemed to freeze as she locked eyes with him. Forcefully, she kept her eyes on him and she could see the one question written across his face: Why? She had an answer, but would he really understand? Subconsciously, she found herself nodding 'yes' and Booth made his way towards the door. She watched as he spoke to the head police officer and then to her amazement they stepped back, dropping their guns, but not their stance. Within seconds she unlocked the door for him, but only for him. He entered the room, locked it, and then closed the blinds.

"They want me to talk to you... alone."

It took all her strength to hold him at gun point and to click off the safety.

"Bones, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Booth. I can't let her die."

"I know."

Please tell me what you guys think! Should I continue??

Remember this chapter is just a preface, so the next chapter will be like 2 weeks earlier. It'll explain what's going on.

Anywho, I know it's different and Brennan seems a little ooc, but you'll find out as the story goes on. Please review.