Human
But I'm only human
And I bleed when I fall down
I'm only human
And I crash and I break down
Your words in my head, knives in my heart
You build me up and then I fall apart
'Cause I'm only human
"Let me out, you can't keep me in here, it's illogical and it's also inhumane." Temperance's voice was barely auditable. The pain in her throat increased as she tried to cry out a few more words to her capturer. She hadn't even seen it coming. She had been spending her usual Thursday night working late in the lab and suddenly she fell to the floor, someone was stood over her, holding a cloth against her mouth and as she struggled to get away she breathed in the gas and the last image she remembered as the man picking her up and carrying her out of the room.
"Life doesn't work like that Dr. Brennan" the man's laughter seemed only funny to him as Temperance grunted silently to herself. She wasn't impressed about this current situation. Never in her life had she been caged like animal would be. She was currently being held in what seemed like a cell, with metal bars keeping her in. She observed her body for injuries and only found where her forehead hurt slightly at the touch light bruising and dried blood where the cut was beginning to form.
"Well actually, if you just let me out we can move on and" she went to continue until she felt the cage rattle with force. The man's hand banged hard against the cage it almost bending one of the bars with his powerful palm. "Shut up, okay? Just shut up" he shouted out loud.
Temperance curled herself up tighter into the corner. It was that second she realized this wasn't going to be easy, it wasn't going to be like her usual missions and problems with her cases, she wasn't going to open her eyes and see Booth standing across from her with a gun ready to attack anyone who dared lay a finger on her. She looked around where she was sat, and saw only dark walls, dripping with what seemed like a leak from the ceiling. She was being held captured in a rusty cellar god knows where and without any escape plan she couldn't work a way out of here. Everywhere was so dark and gloomy.
The miserable cold air breezed in the unsettled cage, swelling around Brennan's revealed body; she was like a vulnerable corpse in this cage. She only had on a tank top and her lab coat to keep her warmth in. she knew because of her medical research that if she curled up tighter, by pulling her knees in she'd keep warmer and hopefully when the sun came in the morning, the room would heat up because it was a conductor and made completely out of metal and tin. However this was only a theory, it was yet to be proved.
"Right, Dr. Brennan, here's your bread and a cup of water for the night. I'm going home, I'll come back in the morning, we have a lot to talk about so you better get a good nights sleep" he laughed once again in her face, she could smell the alcohol on his breath so clearly it made her want to gag and turn her head away in disgust. She hated the smell unless it was from her or Booth. She missed his smell now. She still couldn't see the man's face as he was knelt down opposite her because the mask covered his features which would make identification possible, but his voice defined his sex clearly enough. She pictured his voice in her head and couldn't match it with anyone she had heard before. This puzzled her even more.
The man's feet stomped away and the splashes of water seemed quieter as he walked further away. Brennan moved and went to the edge of the cage. "Why did you take me?" she shouted out at the man. He turned slowly on his heel and began to walk back to her, before stopping and looking directly into her eyes.
"You will soon find out, just remember you're not as innocent as you think you are" he held onto the last word with a twist of his tongue before finally leaving the room and locking the door with what seemed like a padlock against the door and the sound of a car engine booming outside made it clear she was truly alone for the night.
She sunk back into the corner of the cage and held onto her knees tightly. All she wanted was her daughter and her husband. She needed them. It was weird to think a few years ago if you would have asked her what she wanted most in the world was her family, she would have laughed and told you some fact about being independent makes you better at your career and distractions are not what get you progress, but now, they were everything to her. There was nothing about her life that she regretted. Her daughter made her smile grow everyday and with her now learning to walk and talk it made everything that little bit brighter, and Booth, she had someone who loved her for her crazy obsessions, who wanted to be with her despite her lack of humor and compassion in most situations. These two people were her life now. They were what made her happy. And the thought of not being able to tuck Christine in bed tonight or lay with Booth and feel his arm tighten around her waist made her want to allow those tear ducks to empty down her cheeks.
It was going to be a long night…
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