"So…. Do you want to come back to my place now?" he asked with a twisted grin.
Brennan looked back at him, and said in her matter of a fact way, "That would intel the expectation of romance and intercourse, neither of which I am interested in, therefore I will be returning home alone."
Never being rejected so bluntly, he felt anger start to boil under his skin.
"Good-bye, Mr. " Bones said as she turned and left the restaurant. She did not notice that he was following her out the door. He stayed close behind, and then made a quick move to pull her into an alley way adjacent to the restaurant.
Startled, Bones looked up at the man in fear. He had her pinned to the wall by her wrists. Brennan's back was harshly pressed up against the brick wall.
"Come on, I know you want to," he claimed while pushing his lips to hers.
Knock.
Temperance Brennan rapped her fist against the cold door. "Where is he?" she wondered.
Knock.
Brennan stood in the hallway, waiting.
Knock.
Bones was becoming increasingly agitated as the door was not opened. Her hands started to shake more visibly. She only wanted comfort from her traumatic night. The only place she truly felt she would be able to find refuge.
Brennan began to knock much louder this time. Her efforts achieved better results this time as the door was soon opened.
"Bones? What are you doing here, it's almost midnight?" Booth looked at her confused.
Brennan ignored his questions and sprang over into his arms. Confused, but mostly worried Booth slowly wrapped his arms around Brennan returning the hug. Booth had only seen Brennan cry on few occasions. She was such a strong woman, it took a lot to make her cry. They stayed in each others arms for a while.
Eventually, Brennan broke the hug and pulled herself arms length away form Booth. He immediately noticed bruising forming on Bones's fore arms. He reached down taking her arm into his hands.
"What happened? Who did this to you?" he questioned.
Bones was standing before him in a black dress that reached just below her knees. She looked dressed up nice, as if a fancy occasion. A date? Booth speculated, but dismissed that theory as crazy jealous guess work. In contrast, her hair looked like it had been messed up and her forearms were starting to show hand shaped bruise markings.
Before giving Bones a chance to answer his attention was brought to her fist. She was holding onto something very tightly. Booth could not tell what it was, although he could see that it looked to be cloth.
"What do you have there Bones?" he continued as pointed off to her fist.
"Evidence. When we go to a crime scene, we have to take the evidence. Evidence doesn't lie. So I retrieved the evidence, that way I could bring it to you. That is logical, collecte the evidence so Booth an catch the criminal."
Brennan held out her hand and gave Booth the contents of her fist. Booth held it up, in order to tell what this 'evidence' was. He quickly realized that he was holding Bones underwear. This fact caused his heart to race because of anger and fear.
This cannot be true. There has to be another explanation, Booth attempted to rationalize to himself.
"Can you please tell me what happened?" Booth asked as gentle as possible.