Seein' Red
Summary: Brennan is kidnaped again. This time, she has Booth and Sully to look for her... or does she? This is not exactly a song fic, but it is fueled and inspired by the song "Seein' Red" by Unwritten Law. It's short, as I'm still getting used to posting. Oh yeah, this is BB, because pagan-seijou doesn't like Sully. She thinks Sully is a pansy. Heh heh heh.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or anything affiliated therewith. Sound official enough?
-B-
"Well, where the hell is she?!" Special Agent Seeley Booth yelled. He was in the bullpen. Everyone turned to him just in time to see him kick a trash can across the room. Everyone winced when the trash can hit the wall next to the back elevator... just as the doors opened to reveal Deputy Director Sam Cullen. He just gave the trash can a raised eyebrow and then turned the look on his agent. "Sorry, sir," Booth mumbled, staring at his Converse sneakers.
"Did your squints find anything, yet?" Cullen asked. "Because all we know is that she's within fifty miles."
A phone rang. Booth answered it. "What?!"
"Nice to talk to you too, sweetie," came Angela's reply. "We've got the location of Bren's phone. Yay, cell phone towers."
"Well, fucking tell me already!" Booth yelled into the speaker.
In the background, everyone heard Hodgins say, "Oh no, he didn't."
Angela inhaled a deep breath, and Booth realized what he had done. "Now you listen to me, Seeley Booth," Angela said in a quiet, calm voice. "We are going through the same thing you are. We want to find her. We are working together to do that. If you speak to me like that again, not even God will save you from me. Do you understand?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry, Ange. I'm just..."
"I know, sweetie. We all are. Now, get a pen and write down this address." Booth grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. "1812 Dupont Square. Bring her back."
"Got it! Thanks, Ange! You're amazing!"
"I know, sweetie."
Booth hung up immediately. "Let's go, people!" he barked to the agents in the bullpen. They scattered and did his bidding.
Cullen walked over to Booth. "We found some new information. Someone ordered this, Booth." Booth glared. "We're trying to find out who. It looks like it may have been an inside job."
"From... inside... here?" Booth balked quietly.
Cullen nodded. "Now, Doctor Brennan and I have our differences. But this is the last thing I would wish on anyone."
"I know."
"Only three people know about this, Booth."
"You, me, and who else?"
"The director of internal affairs, John Holmes. Just him. He's working this personally."
"Why?"
"His mother was saved by Doctor Brennan when she exposed that whole organ thing." Booth nodded. That was as close as the man would get to speaking of his daughter's death.
"Sir, she doesn't deserve this."
"I know. No one does."
-B-
Temperance Brennan was mere blocks away, her face buried in her forearms. 'Someone's been watching movies,' she thought to herself. Angela had dragged her to this movie called "Black Snake Moan." And here she was, in her cream-colored tank top and underwear, chained to a radiator in an old building. It was a strong radiator, too. She had tried numerous times to tear it from the wall. It wouldn't budge. She sighed. She stood up and walked the four feet she was allowed, still too far from the window.
"Sit the fuck down, bitch!" one of her captors, the one with a ski cap on inside, yelled from the next room.
She dragged the chain back to her corner. She tugged on it. It was still locked around her slender waist with a huge lock. She walked the length of the chain again and wound it around her bloody forearms. Judging from the length of the shadows on the wall, she was due for another beating soon. She knew they wouldn't violate her. They were told not to by whomever had orchestrated this whole thing, and they were terrified of him. Brennan crouched back down with her back against the radiator. She hissed in pain as it burned her. 'Oh, it's cold today,' she remarked to herself. She started to hum the theme from "Star Wars: A New Hope." Her captors had watched it earlier and it had stuck in her head. She looked out into the living room area and rolled her eyes. They were playing paper-rock-scissors to see who would stop watching the movie and come in to beat on her. 'At least they're pot-smoking idiots and not horny bastards,' she told herself. Maybe they'd call it a draw and forget about her.
The phone rang. The guy who was fond of baseball caps picked it up. "What?" he snarled into the phone. "Oh! Hey, Boss. No, not yet." He paused. "Yeah, I know it's time." He sighed. "Can't we just leave her alone just this once? We've already broken her ribs. Besides, we can't decide who's gonna do it." He held the phone away from his ear, then rolled his eyes as he hung up. "He said get creative."
"Dude, just ignore him."
"You know he sends someone to look at her injuries to see if they're new or not. He's sick!"
"You go. Get creative."
"Fine, hit pause." He strode into the empty room and stood in front of Temperance. She looked up at him with a tired look on her face. "Sorry, doll." She gave him a dull half-smile. He suddenly pushed her back against the hot radiator. "Say when," he ordered.
Temperance endured five seconds of her shoulders against the radiator. "Gah! When!" she gasped. He pulled her forward. Then he blew marijuana smoke in her face. She made a face. "You know that shit makes you sterile, right?" she asked, quoting a movie that she couldn't for the life of her name.
"So, maybe I wanna be sterile," he replied with a smirk, obviously having seen the same movie.
"May I have some water, please?" she asked.
"Sure," he said. "You know the routine." They couldn't give her food. But the Boss said nothing about not giving her water. He came back with a full glass of water. "Here ya go, doll."
"Thanks," she said dully. At least they were reluctant to hurt her. He ribs weren't really broken, just bruised. She drank the whole glass of water in five minutes. Then she put the glass down on the floor, aimed for the nicer guy's foot, and slid the glass as hard as she could. When it hit his foot, he grabbed it and took it to the kitchen, rinsed it out, and put it back in the cupboard. Temperance watched him sit back down as he and his buddy, who were still smoking up, restarted the movie they had been watching. She sat back on her haunches, leaning away from the radiator, and sighed. She hoped the FBI would go easy on the guys. They really weren't that bad. They just got tangled up with the wrong "Boss."
-B-
Booth stood behind his desk and addressed his team, which was small and included Cullen, much to his surprise. "We know where we're going?"
"Yes," they chorused.
"You know the path we're taking?"
"Yes," came the reply again.
"Booth!" Sully, who had been conspicuously absent throughout the investigation, slammed through the door. The team glared at him, knowing he hadn't been there to help.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Booth snarled.
"You found her?" He dared to approach Booth.
"Yeah, we found your girlfriend." Booth stepped into the smaller guy's personal space and snarled, "I'm gonna let Angela know about this." Sully blinked at the threat.
"Let me know about what?" Angela asked from the door. She and Hodgins were there. "We came for moral support."
"Get them vests," Booth ordered.
"Now, tell me what?" Angela asked with an evil little smile.
"That Sully's been pissing away this op to find Bones. He's done nothing to help."
"What?" Angela asked, her voice an octave lower. Her eyes narrowed and she grabbed Sully by the ear before the man could react. She dragged him out into the hall.
"Dude, I hope she castrates him," Hodgins said. Booth smiled for the first time all day, then barked a laugh. They watched as she grabbed him and slammed him into the wall a few times and generally roughed him up a bit.
"Dude, your girlfriend's scary," he told Hodgins. Hodgins just smiled proudly.
Sully skittered back into the room moments later, horrified. He officially had the fear of Angela in him. Angela came back with a smirk on her lips. "Okay, Jack and I will wait for you guys outside the place, okay?" The Feds nodded.
"Let's go," Booth ordered. The small team and two squints filed out of Booth's office.
Angela caught up with Cullen and handed him Sully's cell phone, which she had pickpocketed off him while she was manhandling him. "You might need this," she whispered. Cullen simply hid his shock and nodded. He pocketed the phone. "Just make whoever did this pay," she pleaded loudly.
Cullen got in on the act, replying determinedly, "We will, Miss Montenegro. We will."
-B-
Temperance sighed. She was tired, but dared not fall asleep while her captors were conscious. She had slept a total of two hours in the past week. Mostly because the place the apartment was at was colorful with its nightlife. "Yo, doll, you okay in there?" Baseball Cap guy asked. "This is when you usually try to pull that damned radiator off the wall." Tempe rolled her eyes. She rattled the chains loudly and pulled until the radiator creaked. "Okay," he said. She stopped the noise.
She couldn't say this was her worst kidnaping. They weren't homicidal. They didn't like hurting her. They loved pot like it was legal. They were probably in college. 'Well, at least they don't have rabid dogs,' she told herself. She heard a strange noise that sounded like the Predator, a movie her captors had watched yesterday, and looked down. "Whoa!"
"Dude, Iggy Stardust got out," Baseball Cap guy said.
"Damn. He's getting too smart." Ski Cap guy sauntered into the room to find Tempe scratching the iguana between the eyes. The iguana was enjoying it. "I thought he'd scare you." He seemed dismayed at that.
"I like iguanas," Tempe replied. "They're very clean. And he's a she."
"What?" he balked. "How can you tell?"
"The back scales are thinner. And she doesn't have a strong scent like her male counterparts." She picked up the iguana and handed it to him. "Here."
"Huh," he mused, walking out of the room with the iguana. "Dude, I have to rename my iguana," he told his friend. "It's a girl."
Tempe just stared out the window with a sigh. Even in captivity, she was still a teacher of sorts. The irony made her smile dully.
-B-
Here's the first chapter! I hope y'all liked it! Please review and let me know you're out there!
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