This is my first fanfiction story and I will be grateful for any reviews, even the not so nice reviews.
Haven't gotten too far in the story, and I finished the last chapter on a quick note, but i'll be adding to it soon.
Disclaimer- I do not own Bones or any of the characters, although I wish I did.
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-Present day-
Booth was in his office when Sweets walked in, grinning widely.
"Agent Booth," he said a hint of excitement in his tone, "I was hoping I would catch you before you left."
"What is it Sweets? I'm kind of busy here." Booth held up a file condescendingly.
"Well, I just talked to Doctor Wyatt and he told me he thinks he will be coming tomorrow to help on a case."
"Really? But I thought he had decided to be some sort of "cook.""
"Well whatever the reason he can help me on my book again." Sweets said his excitement not being hindered.
"Sweets, why are you telling me this?" Booth asked.
"Oh, no reason Agent Booth. No reason at all." Sweets replied, enjoying the fact that he was frustrating Booth.
Sweets left Booth feeling aggravated. He decided now was the time to go get Bones and the squints, they had all decided to have drinks at the bar to celebrate the results of their previous case. One they worried they would not be able to solve. He reached the lab, Brennan was studying a piece of bone and Hodgins was sitting next to her looking at what seemed to be dust, according to Booth.
"Bones, let's go." Booth said clapping his hands, his face serious.
"Wait Booth," She said pulling her arm from him as he tugged on her, "I have to finish off some paperwork."
"Bones. I need to get out of here. Please let's just go." Brennan looked up at Booth and saw something deep inside his eyes showing something strong and painful.
"Okay Booth. Hodgins, where's Angela?"
"I'm right here sweetie." Angela said as she walked in, wearing a silk green dress with her hair flowing over her shoulders.
Booth turned around and whistled as she made her way onto the platform. Hodgins turned to look at her, and his breath caught in his throat.
"Angela, you look, amazing." Brennan said her eyes bright.
"Why thanks sweetie, now let's get you dressed up." Angela said taking Brenan's hand.
"No, no, no," Booth protested, "Let's go already." Angela shook her head, and before he knew it the two of them were walking right past Booth's angered face.
-30 minutes later-
Angela and Brennan made their way to the platform where Booth sat playing with a pen which had dolphins on it.
He stood up when Brennan reached the top stair. Her hair was long and sleek on her shoulders and her black dress barely reached her knees. She smiled and did a little turn, whilst Booth walked over to the two women.
"Can we go now?" He asked, as he put his hand on the small of Brennan's back. The silk was so light he could feel the warmth of her skin beneath it.
"Yes, we can go now Booth." Angela laughed.
-At the bar-
They reached the bar and straight away men's heads were turning as Angela and Brennan stepped in. Booth protectively guided Brennan to the stools. They sat down and the bartender leant over the counter to Angela.
"What can I get for you?" He said, smiling.
"I'll just have a beer, cutie." Angela replied, flirting. Hodgins looked over in anger but let it be. He made his way over to a cute girl standing in the corner of the room, and casually started a conversation with her.
"Bones, what do you want?" Booth asked Brennan as she stared off into the distance.
"A martini."
"A martini, what?" Booth asked confused.
"A martini Booth, It's just a martini, why are you getting worked up?"
"Okay," he said confused, "One martini, and one beer." The bartender handed Booth a beer, which he chugged down a sip of, and then he handed Brennan her martini.
-45 minutes later-
Booth polished off his fourth beer, and Hodgins walked up to his friend.
"Booth, you alright? You might want to slow down. Don't you think?"
"Hodgins, I'll drink, and you can chat up women, I know what I'm doing." He said slightly annoyed.
"Okay." Hodgins agreed.
Brennan was sitting at a table where a man walked up to her and grabbed her neck; he leant over and put his mouth to her ear.
"Okay, now you listen to me, and you listen good. If you think you've solved this case, you're wrong. So wrong. And if you even try to move right now I will have my gunman kill you. So don't even think about trying to attack me. I will make sure you die. Oh, and don't worry about your friend Booth, he'll be well taken care of."
The man dropped his hand from Brenan's neck and walked out of the bar. His head had been covered by the top of his hat and a bandana around his neck. But Brennan could smell vinegar on his skin. She sat there, shaken for a minute and then looked up to see the person she could always trust looking back at her. His eyes were fierce and his left hand was clenched. He pushed off the counter he had been leaning on and walked out of the bar. Brennan followed after him, but as she stepped out through the big opaque doors something grabbed her arm, and wrapped something over her head. She screamed and screamed, but there was nothing she could do, she was trapped.
-Three days before-
Booth walked into Brennan's office where she sat writing something on her computer.
"Bones, Lisa Foster was sentenced to life imprisonment today." He said, slamming down a file on her desk.
"It seems like a waste doesn't it?"
"What?" Booth asked taking a seat on her sofa.
"The fact that we found the murderer after three people were murdered, two of them children. Seems like a waste of life." She said, looking at Booths bruised hand, and wondering what had caused it.
"Well Bones, that's what we do. We catch the murderers, so they can't do it again."
Madeline Harlot was an eleven year old girl who was kidnapped, and murdered in 1998. Her parents looked everywhere for her along with the F.B.I, but they never found her, then when her father came close with a lead, he was murdered, and two weeks later her baby sister was murdered. Finally in 2009 Bones and Booth had found a substantial lead which led them to Lisa Foster. The mother of Madeline. She had murdered her two daughters and her husband. She was charged with first degree murder of three people and was sentenced to life imprisonment, with no chance of parole. The case was closed, and they had locked away the criminal. Or so they thought, until today.
-Present day-
Booth was making his way to his car; he was stumbling slightly, as his fifth beer hit him pretty hard. He heard footsteps behind him and with his peripheral vision caught sight of the same man who had talked to Brennan. He placed his right hand on the handle of the gun in his belt and slowed down his walking. The man slowed down behind him. He was being followed and he didn't like it. He stopped. So did the man behind him. He turned around and the man grabbed his neck whilst he tried to throw a bag over his head. He was not in the mood for this. He swung his arm around and grabbed the small man by his neck. Then with his other arm he grabbed his stomach and shoved him up against the nearest wall.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Booth said, he was sweating and his bruised hand hurt as he held the neck of the man who had been following him.
"Well," he said, trying to maintain a sinister voice, "I was just going to have you come see your friend, Doctor Brennan, she's been asking for you."
"Where is she?" He shouted, putting his hand to the man's jaw, and squeezing it.
The man screamed out in pain and hit at Booth's hand with his, but his grip was too strong.
"You have to let go of me first." The man countered.
"Never. Now where is she? If you don't tell me I will kill you." He squeezed the man's jaw even harder.
"Well, what would be the use in that Agent Booth, then you'd never find your precious, "bones" would you?" The man taunted.
Booth slowly dropped his hand from the man's jaw, but reached for his gun as he did, he pulled it out and put his hand on the trigger.
"Tell me where she is or I shoot."
"Or he does." The man said, pointing behind Booth. Booth turned to look behind, but before he could turn fully he felt a hard crack against the back of his leg, and then a tight squeeze. He collapsed, losing his gun as he hit the ground. He was tricked. Before he knew it, he was in a tight bag and in the back of someone's car. He didn't call out, he knew it wouldn't work. He didn't do anything. He was trapped.
-Back at the bar-
Angela noticed Hodgins talking with a skinny blond in the corner and she suddenly felt the urge to go sock that girl in the face. She had had just enough drinks to allow her impulses to do just that. She walked over to where Hodgins was standing and swung her arm around his neck.
"Angela," he said, "what are you doing?"
"Hodgins, who is this?" She said, slurring her words slightly. The girl standing next to Hodgins face turned from happy to disgusted.
"Ugh, you're a jerk." She shouted and ran off.
"Angie," Hodgins said as he turned to face Angela, "why'd you have to go and do that?"
"I- I- didn't mean to ruin it. Sorry." She said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"You are very drunk Angela Montenegro. Come on, let me take you home." He said, holding her around the waist.
-In the car with Brennan-
She had been silent for what she could guess was a little over an hour. She was trying to figure out where they were going, she knew the bar was six blocks from the Jeffersonian and that meant that they were travelling further and further from there. But she still couldn't estimate the exact distance. She never liked guessing.
-In the car with Booth-
"Where the fuck are we going?" Booth asked as he kicked at whatever was next to his feet.
"Agent Booth, being rude will get you nowhere. You're losing a lot of blood, you may want to stay still." The man said as he poked Booth's wound.
Booth had completely forgotten about being shot, but as he was reminded he was overcome with pain. His leg throbbed, and the hot liquid was seeping down his trouser leg. He clenched his jaw and sucked in a deep breath.
"Who are you?" He asked, knowing he would not get an answer. The man laughed as if this was the most hilarious thing he'd ever heard. Then he sucked in a breath of air.
"I'm your worst nightmare." He said, Booth guessed he was trying to come across like a criminal mastermind of some sort, but he wasn't fooled. This was a stupid little boy, getting way too in to a game with his little action figures.
"Did you know Madeline Harlot then?" He decided he would try and get some answers, "or was it Lisa Foster you knew? Getting revenge for her maybe?"
"Don't you talk about either of them. I ask the questions, you don't speak unless you're spoken to." The man seethed.
"Right."
The man grabbed Booths wounded leg and squeezed where the bullet was placed, Booth yelled out in agony and felt a pinch as the bullet got lodged further in. Booth went silent, he wondered where Brennan was. His head still ached from the beers, but he sobered up enough to be aware of what was happening.
-In the car with Brennan-
The car came to a harsh halt and Brennan swung from the seats to the floor. Her head hit hard against the metal sticking out of the seat in front and she yelped in pain. The man sitting in the car with her laughed to himself.
She was grabbed by the man who had been driving the car and he carried her through air that hit her cold and harshly. She shook violently and he smacked her head.
"Foreman, not so rough with the girl," the man who had been sitting with her shouted, "She needs to be alive to see Booth."
Brennan's eyes widened when she heard his name. Her heart started racing and she panicked. What had they done to him?
"W-w-where is he?" She managed, choking back tears.
"Oh, just you wait Tempe, just you wait." The man holding her said, as he stroked her rigid body. She was so angry she could have attacked him, but she was too weak to even try.
-At Angela's Apartment-
"Hodgins, sweetie, I didn't mean to ruin your date." Angela said as she struggled to get her key into the key-hole.
"It wasn't a date, don't worry." Hodgins said grinning at Miss Montenegro's lack of sensibility.