Disclaimer: I'm in no way affiliated with Bones or its characters.

A/N: Hi! I currently have 3 other stories, 2 of them are still in progress so I'm still not sure how often I can update. All my other stories have been really fluffy, so this is kinda my first shot at a more dark, angsty tone. I probably will switch point of views but it'll mostly be Booth/Bones POV. All reviews are appreciated.

Booth's POV:

I walked into the Jeffersonian after Cam called me in to investigate a new case. Damn. She's been missing for almost a year. Why do I miss her so much…I need to get over her. I rested the side of my head on the wall as I leaned my body towards it. Bones…wherever you are…I swear I won't stop looking for you. Ever. I felt a tear soaking my eye. I quickly wiped it away before anyone could see.

"Seeley, here are the papers." I looked up to see Cam. Her face had more lines; she looked older than she should have. Without Bones, no one was the same.

"Thanks Camille, who's the main suspect?" Angela lost her happy smile, Hodgins barely joked around anymore, and I…I was sad. I didn't enjoy life. I just wanted Bones back.

"Mark Edwards, he's a 31 year old butcher. Apparently he stabbed our victim in the back after he wouldn't pay. Edwards isn't the most mentally stable person…" She put the papers on my desk and just walked away. I shoved the papers aside. Who cares about that. I just want my Bones back. I miss her sweet smile. Her soft voice. That pretty face. I'm gonna get you back, Bones. I love you.

Brennan's POV:

"When will you let me go? Why are you keeping me here?" I begged, trying to free my tied up hands.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" I was knocked down to my side as he kicked me. He beat me. Every. Single. Day. "Now shut your stupid mouth and stay in your cell!" I crawled to the back of the dark cold cell and leaned back against the wall. Booth. Help. Where are you? I need you. I touched my side. My hand quickly became soaked with a deep red liquid. Great. Bleeding again. I shut my eyes and threw my head back. All I could think about was Booth. Is he okay? Is he coming for me? I need to know. I miss him so much.

"Can you ple…please tell me when you're letting me go?" I whimpered. I hate being constrained like this. I want to break free. To beat this asshole up and go back home. Back to Booth. Where I'd be safe.

He roared laughter. "You think…I'm letting you free? Ever? You wish! Go sleep or something. I'm going out for a walk." His voice was deep and dark. So sinister as the words crawled out of his mouth. I hate you so much, I thought. I wouldn't dare to say it. I was already bruised badly enough. My left wrist was broken. Cuts on my forehead and knee. So beat up. Save me Booth.

Angela's POV:

Brennan. She's all I can think about. She's like a sister to me. I went up to Jack and leaned my head against his shoulder. "I miss her so much…" I sobbed.

He quickly wrapped me into a hug. "It's going to be okay, Ange. I miss her too. We'll find her, Sweetie. I promise."

"Thanks Jack." I got up and began to walk out the door.

"Are you gonna be okay?"

I bit my lip and nodded. I don't need to worry him. I walked into my office and broke down in tears. What if we never find her? She's my best friend. We'll find you, Bren. We'll find you.

A/N: The first chapter of my first dark, angsty fanfic is complete! I definitely need reviews to continue because I'm not sure if this is good or not. So review review review if I should continue this story, and all suggestions are greatly appreciated! I need a few reviews before I can continue on to the next chapter so review if you want more. (I think thats the 7th time I said the word "review"...so it's important haha.) Thx for reading! :-)