A/N: What is italicized is a flashback.
The first thing she noticed when she woke up was that she was not in her own bed. That much was obvious. Her ribs were bruised, not broken, and her head was throbbing. She reached her hand up to touch the sore area. Brennan pulled her hand back, her fingers wet with blood. The room was pitch black and cold, the ground concrete. A basement or cellar of some kind was her guess.
She raked her brain, trying to figure out where she had been before waking up last, but she came up empty. One of the side effects of a concussion.
"Hello?"
"Melinda?" Brennan crawled on her hands and knees carefully until she found her a couple feet to the left.
"Temperance?" Melinda sat up slowly and waited for the stars that followed to clear. "Oh my god, where are we?"
"I think it's a cellar."
"How long have we been down here?"
"I-I don't know. Six hours? Maybe more."
(Bones Whisperer)
Booth pulled into Brennan's apartment complex's parking lot and immediately knew that something was wrong. Brennan's car was in it's spot, as usual, but the door was wide open. Booth ran to her car and his face turned white when he found a good size pile of blood on the cement, as well as her signature white jacket. Pulling out his phone, Booth called Cam, Angela and Hodgins, and the FBI. In that order.
Booth had punched Brennan's car quite a few times before the squints and the FBI techs showed up at the scene. His hand was throbbing, and he knew that if she were here, Bones wouldn't be done scolding him for a while.
"Booth, oh my god!" Angela cried as she saw the blood. She buried her face into the crook of her husband's neck.
"It's this Adam's guy, it has to be, right?" Hodgin's piped in.
"Has anybody heard from Mel? Maybe Sarriya know's where Bren is." Angela's lip quivered.
"Nobody's heard from Melinda?" Booth's eyes were hysterical.
"What?" Cam asked.
"Oh my god."
(Bones Whisperer)
Walking up to Melinda's room, Booth kept saying prayers that she was in there. Booth's prayers went unanswered. Melinda's hotel room was cracked, and Booth stepped inside, with his hand resting on his gun.
Melinda's suitcase was in the middle of the room, and her cell phone was on the nightstand. An identical pile of blood was on the room's floor.
She fell asleep at her computer desk again, she realized, when she was awoken by a knock. Her thoughts automatically went to Booth. Who else could it be? She found herself to be wrong though when she opened her door.
"Dr. Brennan?" The woman asked.
"Yes?"
"My name is Melinda Gordon. I have something important to tell you. Can I come in?" Brennan stepped aside, allowing the woman access to her apartment.
"I know how this is going to sound, but I have a gift."
"Several people have gifts, Ms. Gordon."
"I can see and talk to ghosts. Earthbound spirits."
Melinda was met with a laugh. Not uncommon.
"That is ludicrous, Ms. Gordon, there are no such things as ghosts."
"What if I could change your mind?"
A/N: So this chapter is short for one reason; If nobody likes this storyline, I didn't waste a lot of work for nothing.