Disclaimer: I don't own Bones though I wish I owned Booth Phwoar!
A/N 1: So This Is my first Bones fic. Its going to be tragic, heartfelt and exciting all at the same time. I wont give to much away. READ ME!
Chapter One: No
Very slowly she raised her eyes to meet his.
"No?" The Man questioned
"No." she stated defiantly. She wouldn't do it, absolutely not it was illogical.
"You really don't have a choice love. You will do what I tell you"
"No. I most certainly wont" She heard the air move as the hand whipped round and slapped her hard across the face. She dug her teeth into her bottom lip. She would not give him the pleasure of hearing her scream. "I'm going to ask you again. Where is it?"
"Where's what?" She asked feigning innocence
"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT!" He spat. "You STUPID bitch! You could make this so easy for yourself If you just told me"
"You wouldn't let me go even If I could tell you" She shifted closer to the wall and leant against it. "What do you want with me?"
"Oh your so naïve, you'll figure it out in time. I think I'll let you think about this. I'm going to collect some mates of mine and then when we get back we're gunna have some fun with you" He smirked at her before stalking away towards the door. "Think about what I said, see you soon" He opened the door and pulled it too. "Night Princess" He jeered. With that the light went off and she was once again swallowed by the darkness.
Sighing she looked around the dark room. It was empty apart from herself, a plate of stale bread next to her and a dirty water jug. She must look appalling she thought and then scolded herself, thinking about appearance at a time like this. What was she doing? The walls made of a thick stone gave the appearance of a dirty cave and as it rubbed against her sore wrists she realised just how sharp the stone was. Twisting her fingers she tried once again to unlock the handcuffs but it just wasn't working. She groaned she'd taken a lock picking class before, if only she had worn her hair up that morning. She could have used a bobby pin to pick the lock. Giving up on the handcuffs she looked down at her ripped dress, the black material hanging of her. Having only bread for the past few days was beginning to take its toll on her body and consequently her energy. As she sat she knew she could do it, however standing up seemed a rather pointless thing to do right now. She knew for a fact that the door was bolted as she'd heard it once he'd left. He. That was all he was going to be to her. She wasn't going to call him by name; she didn't feel the need to. He was just a murderer who wanted to cause pain in his hunt to find something he'd lost. She would not submit. She knew that and he knew it too, it was going to be tough but she would not allow others to be put in danger because of her.
She thought about the nice people in her life, they were irrational but caring; a philosophy she didn't couldn't the concept of. If she believed in god she would be praying but there'd be no need. She knew he'd come for her, She'd continue to believe it because he was her over protective best friend. She would not put him in danger. She loved him to much.
At this thought a tear slid down her bruised face and she whispered.
"Where are you Booth?"
A/N 2: So I know this chapter is really short but It had to be so It would have more suspense. Had you guessed whom it was? Of course you had. Your amazing! Anyway… Reviews make me happy so love me that way I'll give you more.
Love Andie xx