After about two hours, she was able to prove her theory for the cause of death. She stretched. She hadn't moved, since she bended over the table two hours ago. She stifled a yawn, while walking to her office. When she saw that it was barely past midnight, she decided to take Booth's advice and go home. She collected her purse, her coat and her car keys. Before she left the Jeffersonian, she went to the security office to let them know that she was leaving. She opened the door and walked into the cool night air, heading over to her car.
No, no, no! Not tonight. Now I HAVE to stay at the Jeffersonian. I could've replaced 1 tire, but not four.
"Problems, Miss?" She turned around. She was glad to see a police officer.
"Yes, officer. Someone stabbed all my tires."
He walked over to investigate them. He started by the one the furthest from her. He made his way around the car and stopped by the tire she was standing for. He looked at her.
"Well, miss I don't really think that this is funny."
"What do you mean, officer?"
"There's one tire that has been "stabbed" miss. Someone just let the air out off the others. Is this your idea of a joke?"
Brennan was shocked. "You don't think I did this myself? Did you?"
"I'm sorry, miss. But all the evidence suggests exactly that. You're going to have to come to the bureau, to discuss and file this. If you would put your hands out." He said, reaching for his handcuffs.
She was still shocked and numb. She just did what the police officer told her to do. She didn't even question it. Not that strange when you consider she'd only slept 8 hours in the past 4 days. He put the handcuffs on her and walked her over to his car. He opened the door to the backseat. "Get in." He even put his hand on her head, to prevent it from slamming in to the roof of the car.
She expected him to close the door and walk over to the driver seat to drive them to the police station. Her stomach made a flip flop when he entered the car and positioned himself next to her. He pointed to something in the car above her head. It was some kind of a hook. "Lift your hands miss. It will secure you." She froze. Why would he want me to do that? She didn't get much time to think about it. He roughly grabbed the handcuffs and placed them over the hook. He did something and when she was finally able to look up, she saw that he immobilized her. She couldn't move. Oh, my god! I'm stuck and in big trouble. Why didn't I just listen to Booth and let him take me home?
This is almost too easy. He reached for his knife and put it at her throat. "Listen to me, Bones." That word made her chill and her heart skipped a beat. Only Booth has a right to call me that. "I'm going to remove your clothing. You have a choice. You can fight me or not. But since I'm going to use my knife to remove them, it might not be such a good idea to fight me." He placed the knife on the top of her blouse and slowly started to cut it open.
Oh god. I can feel the knife on my skin. I really want to fight. But if I do, I'm only going to get injured. But if I fight , my only injuries would be scrapes and cuts. It won't a stab wound. I can't just let this happen. I HAVE to fight. Now that she'd finally made up her mind, she was going to stick to it. She began to wiggle to get away from the knife. She saw him smile and heard him say: "If that's what you want."
She felt the knife pressing against her skin. But instead of only ripping her clothes open, the knife also ripped her flesh open. She closed her eyes and felt him remove her shirt, she had a big gash over her abdomen. After that she felt the knife move. He placed it on her hip and cut her skirt of. The gash started on her hip, along her inner thighs and stopped at her knee. The only thing she was still wearing were her bra and panties.
He placed the knife on her throat and said. "Open those blue eyes, Bones." He could feel her shiver, when he called her Bones. She knew he would slit her throat without thinking twice so she did what he asked. "I'm going to give you another chance. Stop fighting me, Bones." Another shiver.
Wait a minute. If I call her BONES, she obviously thinks about Booth. If I can link this to Booth, she'll never talk to him again. Exactly what he deserves.
He took her shirt and blindfolded her by it. Then he placed the point of his knife in between her breast, right above her bra. He slit the knife through the fabric and through her skin. He removed her panties in a similar way, which only resulted in more cuts on her hips.
Please, somebody, help me. But she knew nobody was coming. She also knew that the security guard wouldn't hear her if she screamed. Why do I always park here? In the darkest, most secluded part of the parking lot?
She suddenly froze. She heard something that reminded her of a zipper. He's going to rape me. And there's nothing I can do about it.
He unzipped his pants, took them off and then he took his boxers of. He placed his hands on her thighs, pushing her legs open. He straddled her. He was now positioned to enter her, but he decided he wanted to take it slow. He had thought about kissing her, but he was afraid she was going to bite. He removed the bra that still covered her breasts. When they were revealed, he placed his mouth on one of them and started sucking and biting. After a couple of minutes, he pulled back to see several hickies and bite marks form on her milky white skin. One down, one to go. "Mmm, Bones, you never told me you were this tasty." Another shiver. It's working. He moved over to her other breast who got the same treatment. When he was done with her breasts he took his knife again. He cut a few words into her abdomen.
By now she was doing everything she could, to avoid screaming. Booth had once told her that torture was used to make a victim scream, so they could feel powerful. Well I'm not giving him that power over me. And she didn't. She didn't even scream when he started cutting into her with his knife.
"Show time, Bones!"
She froze. Every time he called her that, she had to think about Booth. Booth's face was still smiling one of his best charm smiles at her when he entered her. Where are you, please come get me.
But the only way Booth was with her, was through his nickname. The nickname he kept calling her.
"Bones."
I'm not going to orgasm. I won't give him that pleasure.
He could feel her holding back. So he started to slow down. He even moved his hand to her clit, to massage it. "That's it Bones, come for me."
She started to feel herself climax. Her body betrayed her, when she was hit with the orgasm.
"Good, girl, Bones!" Another shiver.
After a few moments he went over the top too. Releasing himself into her womb.
Finally, it's over.
He reached for her cell phone while he was still inside her. He sent a message. He threw the cell phone besides him, bend over her and said: "Ready for round two, Bones?"
Her heart skipped another beat, her breathing became heavy. He can't be serious, he can't possibly do that again. Booth, please help me.
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Booth reached for his cell phone when he heard the noise that indicated the arrival of a text message. What could Bones possibly want from me in the middle of the night? He opened it and read: Call. That's strange? Why would she want me to call? Something is going on. I better just call and put my mind at ease.
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"Well, Bones, what is it going to be?" Another shiver. "Are you ready or not, Bones?" Another shiver.
She shook her head and whispered a silent no.
"Okay, here's the deal, Bones. Someone is going to call soon. When I answer the phone I will place it next to you. If you beg me to stop, Bones, while you're on the phone, I will stop. Do we have a deal, Bones?"
She quickly nodded. I don't care anymore if I have to beg or not. I want this to end. Everything hurts and I want him out of me.
Suddenly the phone rang. "Ready, Bones?" She nodded accompanied by another shiver.
He answered. He felt victorious when he heard Booth's voice say: Bones, Bones, are you there?
He placed the phone next to her ear.
Oh, no. It's Booth.
"Bones, please answer me. Bones? Are you okay? Bones?"
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Booth was starting to panic. Something must be terribly wrong with her. Why would she ask me to call, pick up the phone and then say nothing. He decided to try one more time when he finally heard her voice. Her voice was weak and shaky and he could hear that she was close to tears. But it were the words that she spoke that made his heart skip a beat.
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She'd started to cry. I can't beg him to stop in front of Booth. But when she felt the knife on her throat she realized that she really didn't have a choice. So she started begging with a weak and shaky voice.
"Please, stop… Please … stop … touching me … Please… get out of me..."
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It was the last sentence that had the most impact. "Please…Get out of me." He said as soothing as he could: "Hold on Bones, I'm coming." He shut his cell phone and grabbed his keys. In his rage, he knocked over his glass of water, but he didn't even notice. The only thing he could hear was Bones, begging some guy to " get out of her". He shivered realizing, that she was being raped, right now, and that he was going to be too late to save her from it.
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I heard the phone snapping shut. I started crying. He's coming for me, he's coming.
"Well done, Bones." He quickly placed the key to the handcuffs between her inner thighs. It's such a shame that I can't see him retrieving those. After he did that, he bent over one last time, took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. " Bye Bones" Another shiver.
She could feel the cold night air, when he opened the door and left her alone in the car. Blindfolded, bleeding, and naked. Surrounded by shreds of fabric that were here clothes, not an hour ago.
She once again started to cry.