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Apparently someone had managed to keep Parker safe, because he was sleeping soundly in Booths arms.
But where is everybody? What happened with them?
Me and Parker are relatively okay.
Booth decided that he needed to find out who was responsible for this, how it had happened and why it was happening.
Making sure that he wasn't hurting Parker, he slowly sat up.
"Well man, it is about freaking time."
His heart lept from his chest but calmed down once he recognized Hodgins' voice.
After his eyes had adjusted a bit to the darkness he saw that Hodgins was cradling Angela in his arms, just like he was holding Parker.
"Is she okay?" Booth wasn't sure he wanted the answer, she looked terrible.
Hodgins' normally steady voice went shaky when he answered:
"No, but she will be."
Deciding to not open up that can of worms yet, Booth asked the question coursing through his soul:
"What the hell happened Jack?"
Jack knew that they were in a lot more trouble when he saw Booth sinking uncounsciously to the floor.
He grabbed Angela and pulled her closer to him, to make sure he could protect her.
He closed his eyes when he heard Dr. B speak up.
"What do you think you are doing?"
The man who had knocked Booth out, pointed his gun at her. She didn't even flinch.
Damn it, Dr. B! Please don't be so goddamn stubborn.
The man pointed at her with his gun and barked:
"Sit! All of you!"
He pulled Angela down with him and reached for Parker.
In the corner of his eye, he saw Zack sinking to the floor.
So she was the last one standing and he knew that she wasn't on planning going down without a fight.
Both men were startled by a movement across the room. Hodgins immediately stopped talking, but when they heard Zack say:
"Ouch, my head!"
Both men sighed in relief.
"Zack? Is that you?" Hodgins and Booth asked simultaneously.
"If I were given the option, I would prefer not to be me right now, but yes it's me, Zack."
"Are you okay, man?" Hodgins asked, the worry evident in his voice.
"Yeah, it is just the gas that is giving me a headache. I take it you guys have one too?"
Hodgins never got a chance to answer when Booth asked:
"Gas? What kind of gas? I thought someone knocked me out?"
"Keep it together Booth! My story wasn't finished yet!"
So he continued.
He could see she wasn't about to give up. He heard Angela reason with her.
"Sweetie, just sit down?!?"
She looked at Ange and stated calmly:
"No, not until these" .... She looked them up and down... "Losers leave."
She turned to those "losers" and said:
"Leave before you get hurt."
He grinned and signaled one of the other two men who were standing close behind them.
He threw a little bal. When it hit the floor a green gas, slowly rose from it.
Everyone immediately felt drowsy and sleepy.
Soon everyone had lost conscioussness, except for their 3 captors who had quickly left the platform, keeping the squints in place with their guns.
Booth waited a few seconds before he hissed:
"Come on, Hodgins! Continue! I'm a big boy! I can take it!" Booth remarked sarcastically.
"What do you mean, Booth!?!?! I just told you everything I remember! The next thing I remember is waken up like this! Hodgins practically spat at him.
All of the noise slowly woke up Angela.
She moaned softly and immediately stopped the bickering between her alpha male and Brennans.
She tried to sit up, but gasped for air as pain coursed through her body.
After a few moments and a lot of comforting words from all the men in the room, she was finally able to speak up.
"I'll tell you what happened next, Booth."
Angela woke up, lying next to Brennan. They were tied together.
She softly whispered: "Bren, are you okay?"
By the way she was shifting, she encouraged her best friend:
"Come on, sweetie! Wake up for me! Please wake up!"
She was relieved when she heard Brens voice.
"Ange is that you?"
She was going to say yes, when the door opened, revealing the same man that had knocked Booth out.
"Who are you?" Angela asked, looking at him.
"How did we get here?" Brennan chimed in.
"Why are you doing this?" Both women asked.
The guy just grinned and spoke into his walkie talkie:
"You may proceed. Kill them. Start with the boy."
Angela had stopped, Booth couldn't blame her.
The sobs were fueling the sharp stabs of pains throughout her body.
Hodgins was trying to comfort her.
"It's okay, baby. Just breathe, you'll be fine."
While Hodgins desperately tried to calm her down, Booth started to look for injury on his son.
To his relief he found none.
After a few minutes, she had stopped shaking with fear and pain.
He finally spoke up:
"He is fine. Angela, how..."
She finally was calm enough to resume her story and so she did.
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