Chapter 2:

The sudden light hurt Brennen's head, as the harsh fluorescent bulb flickered on above her head.

She distantly heard a mans voice say, "Their awake."

Booth groaned beside her. She quickly turned toward her partner, "Booth? Seeley, are you ok?"

His arm covered his eyes, which were protesting greatly against the sudden intrusion of brightness, "Never better."

"I have a hard time believing that you're feeling the best you've ever felt, especially after falling, in a car, down an embankment-"

"Bones, it's just an expression. I feel like shit. Where the hell are we?"

The room was cold, the concrete flooring subtracting from their bodies temperatures every moment. The space around them was shortened considerably by the metal bars that caged them into a room sized square. Booth sat up, rubbing his head, "God…are you ok Bones?"

Brennen slowly evaluated her physical being. She tested her legs, neck, and head. But when she moved her right arm, she cried out. Booth was at her side immediately, "Bones, Bones what's wrong?"

"My…my right shoulder seems to…seems to have sustained a…" She cried out again as she moved it to see what was wrong, "Dislocation, a very, very painful chronic dislocation."

Booth looked around the room franticly, "I don't know what to do, I'm not a doctor…"

"Seeley"

The wheels came to a sudden halt in Booths head, "No, Brennen don't ask me that question-"

"Then I won't ask, Booth you have to re-locate my shoulder. The longer it's left alone the worse it's going to get."

Booth groaned, putting his hand over his face, "What's the worse case scenario if I don't do this?"

Brennen put her left hand on his shoulder, "Worst case scenario, I lose all ability in my arm…Booth you need to do this, the longer it takes the more its going to hurt."

He let his hands be guided to the right positions on her shoulder, hating how she winced at the small movements. "What now?"

She looked around the room, "I need something to either bite down on or squeeze. That will make the pain more bearable, lessening the chance of going into shock."

Seeley took off his tie, "Will this work?"

Brennen looked at it, "That will do…but you can't stop if I scream, no matter what keep going. If you stop, it will be twice as painful for me. Push here, and then move it forwards, and left. If that doesn't work do it again."

"If it doesn't work?"

"Booth…"

He didn't look at her, he simply nodded.

"One…two…"

Brennen gritted her teeth, trying desperately not to scream...but then she broke. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of jimmying the bone, he heard the long awaited 'Click' of bone meeting socket. He had to grab her quickly, as for the second time that day, Brennen passed out.

He couldn't do anything afterwards, but hold her sleeping body close and whisper, "I'm sorry…God, I'm sorry Bones…I'm so sorry…"

And this was one of the few times in his life, when the great FBI agent, cried.

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Brennen woke up warm.

At first she didn't question it, in her own mind she was under her blankets, in her own bed, in her own home.

But the sharp pain that travelled up her arm at first movement, made her memories flood back. She groaned quietly, and was surprised to hear her bed speak in a very familiar voice.

"Bones? You're ok?"

She smiled, "I'm hardly ok, Booth, but I'm better then before. It worked…my arm is back in place. Good job, Doctor Booth."

Booth's hearty laugh sounded strained, even a little forced. Brennen looked up into his face, and then became very confused. "Seeley…you've been crying?"

The FBI agent quickly swiped at the tell-tale tear tracks, "Nah Bones, just allergies."

She would have pressed the subject, had a loud voice not interrupted.

"Welcome back, Doctor Brennen! I hope you are now well rested. Agent Booth, I am sorry for your distress, but I needed to be sure that what I have heard was true."

Booth called out angrily, "Who the hell are you?"

"Oh, Seeley Booth. Your devotion to your partner is...heartwarming at best. My name is Doctor Havens, but you can call me Sir."

Brennen snorted, shifting uncomfortably. Booth set her down from her cradled position in his arms. Bones looked up at the small speaker positioned in the corner of the room, "Unfortunately, Doctor Havens, you won't be called Sir by either me or Booth."

That was the wrong answer.

In one moment, the floor lit up in a burst of electricity. Both partners jolted with the shock. Booth was able to hold back a yell, the army had done wonders for his physical resistance, but Brennen wasn't like him. She screamed, both about the pain from the electricity, and the extra sting from her already tender arm. Booth grabbed Brennen, pulling her close. She hid her face in his jacket, not wanted her captor to see her weakness.

Booth felt the rage inside him boil up as his partner's breath shook, he looked up at the speaker "You son of a-"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Agent Booth. How much more can your friend take, I wonder? It would be a brilliant experiment, but since it's not a good idea to experiment on the same rats twice…I shall have to wait. Now, for now, get your strength, eat and drink. I shall provide."

A loud noise came from the outside of the prison bars. Booth squinted against the light, straining to see what…or who…was behind it, but nothing worked. A plate slid across the floor, along with a bottle of water. Booth began to reach for it, when a flash of electricity under the plate made him jump back. "What the hell-"

"Before you can partake, Agent, I need something from Doctor Brennen. What is my name?"

Brennen looked confused for a moment, "I don't understand…why must I tell you something you already know…"

Booth sighed, "No…Bones he wants you too…call him sir."

The Doctor went from confused, to angry. "I will do no such thing!"

Another wrong answer. This time Booth was prepared for the shock of pain that traveled up his body. He held Brennen tight to him as she screamed again, letting a few tears fall at the coursing pain. Booth could shoot this bastered.

"You were saying, Doctor Brennen?"

Slowly, Booth leaned over and whispered in Brennen's ear. "Listen, Bones I know you're against this, but he is in control here. Give the guy what he wants. Trust me, I've been in hostage situations before, and nothing goes over well if you hold something from him."

"Doctor Brennen…?"

Brennen looked up slowly, "Your name…your name is…sir."

Booth felt something break inside him.

But he knew his partner, and she wasn't giving up.

At least…not yet.