Hey guys! This story is just slightly a change in pace from what I normally like doing. Normally, I love the angst of someone pretending to die and take over another identity or someone nearly dying in the beginning. I thought I'd have a little fun with a hostage situation. I'm really sorry about how short this is but I'm already going much faster than I want to. I'm thinking that at the very least, this will be a three shot, but I'm hoping that it'll end up being around four to five chapters, and longer than this chapter. Your thoughts are appreciated so, so much!!

Booth's PoV

A large group of Agents and I burst through the warehouse door and were greeted with darkness. We had examined the building with thermal technology and it was bustling with activity. Should there be some light? We couldn't shoot, not with out possibly shooting other agents. That is why we were taken hostage, within thirty seconds of entering the warehouse. When they finally turned on the lights, there were three times more of the gang in the warehouse than there were agents and each of us had a gun to our heads. When they ordered us to drop our weapons and move, I sighed in relief. We had time, granted, probably not much time, but time nonetheless. It was time to start formulating a plan.

Brennan's PoV

"Hey Bren," Angela's cheery voice floated up the platform as she walked through the door. I glanced up at her and gave her a small smile as a greeting before turning back to the skeletal remains of a World War One victim. "Where's our favorite FBI agent today? He's normally dragging you out of the lab ten minutes ago."

"He's leading a raid against a Mara Muerte club. The FBI got a few large leads about a large drug market there and several of the people that frequently go there are wanted for murder. The best agents in the FBI were sent on this raid."

"Wow," Angela's mood quickly switched from amazement to shock. "Wait the same gang that we faced three years ago, including that guy who's ass you kicked in the FBI building?"

I laughed when she mentioned the last part. "Yeah, the very same people."

"Have you gotten any news yet on how it's going?"

"We won't find out until its over unless there's problems. It'll probably take a few more hours at least."

I was interrupted by my phone vibrating in my lab coat's pocket. "Brennan," I answered.

"Dr. Brennan," Cullen's voice came out hurriedly. "The raid on the Mara Muerte club has gone seriously wrong. All the agents are held hostage, and the only thing they will tell us is that they will only talk to you and if you don't arrive quickly, they'll start executing people."

Immediately, I fled down the platform steps and halfway to the door I heard Angela cry, "Bren, what's going on?"

I waved for her to come with me and I asked Cullen, "Where do I need to go?"

An address and three minutes later, Angela and I got in my car and sped through the underground parking lot towards the club. I swiftly told Angela what had happened.

I answered what little questions she had, except for one. "What do you think they want you there for?"

Truth be told, I was scared to even think of what they wanted to do with me. Instead, I focused all my thoughts into getting to the club as fast as humanly possible.