Chapter 1: Disappearance
Washington, D.C.
Temperance Brennan looked around the tiny room. She couldn't believe this was happening. How could she be taken hostage? She was a world-renowned author and a highly qualified forensic anthropologist. Her partner Seely Booth would be looking for her right now. They were supposed to meet to talk about a case they were working on. She drove to the restaurant where they were going to meet and went in and got a table. She sat near the window like she always does at their usual table. She even noticed that man that walked in behind her with the heavy coat on. She thought it was strange that he watched her go to her table and sit down, but quickly dismissed the thought realizing he had probably read her books and seen her on TV during one of the many interviews she had given. She waited impatiently. He was late. Where was he? I don't have all day she thought to herself. The tall man walked over to where she was.
"I'm sorry miss, you look familiar to me. Have we met?" He asked making eye contact.
"No, I don't think so." She replied becoming uneasy as he just stood there. Slowly he pulled back his coat to reveal a gun.
"Don't move!" He said. He pulled it out revealing it to the crowded restaurant. He directed a few people to leave and a few to stay. After locking the doors, he took the ten people he kept into the back office and began shouting about the person of interest Booth had brought in. Everyone was confused but Brennan. She knew this had to do with the case they were working and that she was the only person he really wanted to keep. At this point she didn't know what to do.
Booth glanced at his watch. He was late. Bones was going to kill him. He had to pick something up before meeting her and the traffic was worse than he thought. He knew she would be sitting there looking at her phone wondering where he was and why he was late. She would give him grief for it when he got here. Booth pulled up the restaurant and noticed the cop cars surrounding it. His heart filled with fear. He pulled out his phone and called Bones. She didn't answer. He walked over to the police officers and after flashing his badge, asked what was going on. They informed him that they had a hostage situation and that the HT had not made contact. Booth badgered them for information until they revealed that a witness had seen Dr. Brennan enter and she did not come out with the rest of the people the HT released. Booth called the FBI director and relayed the information.
"I want the best negotiators the FBI has sir. We have to get Bones out alive. Yes sir, I understand that, but she is invaluable to the agency. Okay, I will sir. Thanks." Hanging up the phone Booth made another call to the Jeffersonian informing Cam and the rest of the team what was going on.
LA, CNU Offices
Cheryl is on the phone with the regional director of the FBI. She taps the glass and motions for Matt and Emily to come into her office. They looked at each other and then walked into the office. Emily trying to figure out what Matt did now and Matt trying to figure out how Cheryl found out about their romp at the office last night after hours.
"I understand sir. They're on the first flight out. I'll take care of it. Thank you sir." Cheryl hung up the phone and sat down behind her desk causing Matt and Emily to become a little uneasy.
"Shut the door." She told Matt. After the door was closed, she began.
"A situation has come to my attention and it needs to be addressed." She began.
"Cheryl, I can explain…" Matt stopped mid-sentence when he saw Cheryl's hand go up.
"You're needed in D.C. One of the Jeffersonian forensic anthropologists has been taken hostage and the FBI wants you to negotiate her release. She apparently works with them there and is vital to the organization so they are pulling out all the stops to get her released." Cheryl gave the mall the information she had.
"Wait," Emily said, "What's her name?"
"Temperance Brennan, why?" Cheryl asked.
"I've read her books, she's an amazing author. She's the hostage?" Emily looked dumb-founded.
"I guess so. Get home and get packing, your flight leaves in an hour. Do I need to get one room or two?" Cheryl asked looking at the pair in front of her hoping that they would remain professional without her watching over them.
"One." Matt said. "No use wasting money, right Em."
"Yeah, that's fine. He'll end up in my room anyway." She smiled, "Let's go."
With that, Emily and Matt went home to pack and were on a plane flying to D.C. and hour later.