Dr Brennan's breath came out in harsh pants as she ran blindly through the forest.

She was in Columbia to help identify a mass grave believed to hold the missing police who had arrested members of a drug cartel a few months back. Bones had been sent over to help the local authorities identify each victim and determine cause of death. However, apparently the cartels got wind of the plan and didn't take kindly to it.

Hence the running.

Bones ran blindly hearing heavy footsteps behind her that signalled her pursuers were catching up with her. Lungs bursting, dragging at the air. Legs stumbling, tumbling, moving, failing. Black spots dancing across her vision obscuring the roots that tripped her as she reached for unknown salvation.

Lungs failing.

Limbs faltering.

She fell.

Alex sat staring at the clock in his French class.

Tick, tick, tick; the world stops for no one. In an abstract way this fascinated him. For his parents, Ian, Jack and the Pleasures life had stopped and the clock no longer ticked for them. Alex felt confused how his could continue, all his closest were dead, and surely he should be too? How could everything continue on as normal when such things had happened? He shook himself from his thoughts as the bell rang to signal the end of the day. He gathered up his belongings with everyone else, but unlike his peers he felt no joy in the movement. For the few weeks he'd been back at school he'd been in a dream-like state simply drifting through the motions same as everyone else. He caught up his school work and kept himself in shape with running. But felt no release in the actions for they had no purpose. Why keep fit if he was just going to have a desk job like society dictated he should? Why should he bother with his education if he had no Jack to congratulate him for his achievements?

Alex knew these weren't the sort of thoughts a 14 year old should have been having but he couldn't adjust to normal life. Sure, he liked hanging out with Tom and during that time he did feel alive but still felt as though he was missing something and unfortunately he knew what it was.

MI6

For all that he had complained about it he was starting to believe maybe spying was in his blood. Subconsciously he was keeping his awareness heightened and practised his stealth skills as if he were on task.

It was for that reason that as he was cycling home he took the busiest roads and made sure to back track on himself to avoid being followed, taking note of cars that he passed making sure he didn't pass any too many times. A car passing him by multiple times would indicate a tail, and if they were following SOPs (Standard Operating Procedures) they would be in a team of 4, so there were potentially 3 other tails keeping track of him.

However Alex had none such problems as he finally made it home, leaning his bike against the wall outside the door and attaching the chain that would prevent theft. But as he made to open the front door he noticed something was off. He had wound a thin wire around the door knob to the hook beside it that was originally for a climbing plant to hold onto. With this caution he carefully moved around to the backdoor which he noticed was untouched. However this wasn't to be his entry point as he had deliberately kept the hinges unoiled in case someone tried to break in, instead he reached up to the window. He always left it unlocked but closed for such a time as he would need to gain access to his own house covertly.

Slithering in silently he crept soundlessly down the hallway and paused as he saw who was in his kitchen. With a cold smile and bland tone he greeted the man before him.

'Good afternoon Mr Crawley.'

Special Agent Seeley Booth awoke with a start as his phone went off. With a groan he rolled over and answered without even opening his eyes.

'Booth'

'Booth, its Cam, there's a problem.'

That got Booth to open his eyes and sit up. Glancing at the clock beside him he noted it was nearly a quarter to four in the morning and felt worry beginning to pool in the pit of his stomach. Grunting to indicate he was conscious and listening Cam carried on.

'The US embassy in Columbia has just informed us that Doctor Brennan was taken by the drug cartels sometime earlier this evening.' Booth felt ice grip his heart as Cam soldiered on.

'They know she's not dead but neither have they sent a ransom out so it's uncertain what their plans are for the moment.'

Booth flipped his phone shut as he scrambled out of bed to dress and head over to the lab.

He had a scientist to find.

Bones blearily blinked her eyes awake. Her body immediately made its grievances known about her dash through the woods. Putting her weight on her left hand to support herself as she got up she gasped in pain as it gave way beneath her. Brennan realized she must have broken it as she fell.

Pushing herself up to a seated position with her right hand she looked around her. She appeared to be in cell 6 by 5 feet wide with a barred window small enough that only a child could fit through. Dawn's hopeful hues filtered down to where she sat against the wall and wondered what was going to happen to her now.

Booth ran into the main lab at the Jeffersonian where the rest of the team were already waiting and crowed around a map of Columbia.

'What happened?' Agent Booth called as he swiftly paced towards them noting the stress that marred their faces.

'Not much, only that the cartels have taken Doctor Brennan and are possibly holding her somewhere as a body hasn't been found' Cam answered.

'Surely we can locate her?' Angela offered, 'I was talking to her on the phone yesterday, she said she was in the same place in the jungle as she had been the entire time.'

'Jungle?' Booth cut in, 'Is FARC a part of this perhaps?'

'No' Hogins broke in. 'Since 2012 they promised they would no longer take part in kidnapping and ransoms and released the last 10 soldiers and police they had kept as prisoners. Although they never mention anything about the civilian prisoners, which is a bit of a conspiracy-'

'Hogins! Focus!' Booth snapped at him. 'We're supposed to be working out how we're going to rescue Bones'

The team started, rescues Bones? Sure they wanted to but how? They were scientists in DC and Brennan was being held in an unknown location by unknown persons in Columbia, how could they rescue her? Heck, only Booth had any military experience!

It was during this stunned silence Doctor Saroyan's phone rung the shill sound cut off as she answered.

'Doctor Saroyan'

'Good morning Doctor Saroyan, this is Mr Byrne, head of the CIA. In light of Doctor Brennan's disappearance agents will be sent to the Jeffersonian to ascertain her general whereabouts as we know she spoke regularly to people there. An agent will then be sent for her retrieval. Good day.'

A click was heard before the dial tone sounded as Camille looked at her phone in surprise. Even more surprising was that in the minute it took to relay the one-way conversation two non-descript agents entered the room and approached the posse.

They had the kind of faces that would be forgotten even as you were looking at them. Bland brown hair, bland brown eyes and bland grey suits that looked like they could have belonged to any office worker.

'My name is Agent Smith and this is Agent Johnson-'

Booth snorted at the blatantly fake names.

'- we've been sent here to gather all the information you have on Doctor Brennan's location before she disappeared.'

Hogins folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at the men before him. 'How do we know we can trust you? How do we know Doctor Brennan didn't find something about the government and the CIA is trying to cover everything up?'

Agents Smith and Johnson both turned their blank gaze on Hogins. The dead look in their eyes sending an involuntary shiver down his spine as they answered him.

'Because it's not in our best interest to lose the country's best forensic anthropologist.'

This time the whole group felt the frigid utilitarian response.

A/N Well, this is my first Bones fic, and second AR, what do people think? What do you like/dislike, should I continue? Should I draw it out or have it short and snappy? Review people! :D I've added line breaks in - they were there in the word document but I guess they didn't transfer accross, sorry .