A/n: Bones is a little O.C. but enjoy…
I don't own any of the characters well except Marissa Hennessy and Pete and Eddy…that's all…
It was a normal day at work. The killer; crazy, the victim, wrong place wrong time, it was always sad, and they couldn't even convict the killer.
As Booth and Bones were walking to Booth's car, Bones felt like someone was trailing them. As she went to look back someone grabbed them from behind. Before Booth had time to react, the man sot him with a tranquilizer gun. After Booth wilted, defeated to the ground, the man stuffed Booth and Bones in the trunk and shut the door.
"Let us out." Bones was pounding on the door.
"Sorry sweetheart, I can't do that, you know way to much.' he answered with a jersey accent. She couldn't remember the suspects' voices.
"Booth, 'Bones whispered, "Booth!" his eyes fluttered open.
"Thank GOD you're alive." She signed with the breath she didn't realize she was holding.
He brushed his hand lightly on her cheek. "She's okay." He thought.
"Ya, ya I'm good." He answered rubbing the back of his neck.
"What the hell did that guy hit me with?" he whispered.
"A tranquillizer gun." She answered.
"Turn around." She told him.
"I can't there is something sharp on the ground over here."
"Than move over to my side so I can check the mark on your neck.'
"And how do you expect to get over there?'
"Ahhhm… lay on your back.'
"Wha…' he stuttered as she crawled over him.
"Bones." He started as he scooted over.
"The moron didn't take our phones." He noticed as her phone dug into his side as she shifted her weight. "I know but don't remind him." She hissed, "Wow… the tranquilizer burned your skin." Bones inquired.
"I know that."
The car suddenly stopped.
"Did you get them?" A middle aged man with the same New Jersey accent asked.
"Come on honey. If you be good I promise I won't hurt you. Now make your boyfriend behave or I'll kill the both of you."
She was about to object to the 'boyfriend' comment but she caught herself.
"Booth…' she shot him a look.
"I'll behave."
The man led them to a small room, where another prisoner was being held. She didn't look starved but unkept and a little scratched and bruised around the edges. These kidnappers didn't know what they were doing their tactics were very sloppy, it wouldn't be hard escaping.
"What are you thinking?" Booth whispered to her.
"we…' she noticed the kidnapper was listening.
"Never mind." She answered giving him a look that she hoping he could read.
"So… what are you planning on doing with us?'
"Umm… I can't tell you that." The man said leaving the room.
"'Cuz he probably doesn't know." Booth whispered to Bones.
She looked over at the young lady sitting near the corner. Bones grabbed Booth and walked over to her.
"Hey, I'm Booth and this is Bones." Booth said.
"Bones?" the young lady asked startled.
"My Name is Temperance Brennan but, I'm a forensic Anthropologist, so he nicknamed me Bones."
"Oh, I'm Marissa Hennessy." She offered a hand.
"So, what's this guy up to, why are you here?" Booth asked.
"I don't exactly know, his name is Pete and the older man's name is Eddy. As for why I'm here, I tried to ask him but he didn't answer me." She answered almost apologetically, "On the upside, they give us cots. I mean I guess that's better than sleeping on the floor."
"lovely." Booth rolled his eyes. This girl was overly optimistic.
On the upside, Marissa was telling the truth, they brought two cots, one for Marissa, one for Booth and Bones. Bones wanted to protest, but she didn't want to make Pete angry.
It was cold at night and they had one blanket.
It got dark; there was one dim light from the other room.
Bones laid down on there bed.
"Booth, why are we here." She asked tiredly.
"I don't know Bones," answered Booth lying down next to her, facing her.
"You look tired." Booth observed.
He was right; she was exhausted, and cold. She was happy, though, that she wasn't alone. Bones had her best friend and partner with her.
As her was falling asleep Booth did something that surprised her, he laced her fingers with his one hand, and dragged her closer.
The, he whispered in her ear, "I'll get us out of here, Bones."
A/N: TBC? Should I continue…is it worth going on…you guys gotta tell me…I can't read your minds (although that would be awesome and very convenient.)