Thanks for the support on this one. Here's the next chap. Happy New Years.

A thanks to chymom for the help;)

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Brennan bumped slightly against Angela as they began to move. It was then that it clicked on Brennan where they were; in the back of a vehicle, a van maybe.

"Ah!" Brennan's almost breathless gasp of pain alerted the artist that her friend was hurt. "My wrist." Brennan whispered as she curled her left arm towards her body.

"Are you hurt anyplace else?" Angela asked concerned as she subconsciously placed one hand on her large belly.

"No." Not that she could catalogue right away. Brennan was still a bit dizzy and as she passed a hand on her upper left arm she realized she might have been injected there. "How about you?" Brennan decided to worry about her friend. Angela was pregnant after all.

"No." Brennan shot her good arm out as the vehicle made a sharp turn. Her hand landed on Angela's belly and Brennan felt the artist's hand squeeze her hand.

"Do you know how long we were parked?" Brennan asked, trying to concentrate her efforts on figuring out what was going on.

"Well," Angela told her friend that she'd been napping. Hodgins had gone out to an event with the rest of the Cantilever group and she had decided to stay home. "You know how lately when I fall asleep I just knock out." Angela explained and told her friend that at first she'd thought Hodgins was back and was nudging her to come awake. "I opened my eyes and I was being moved on one of them dollies." She continued saying that she was strapped and didn't want to alert her taker that she was awake.

"I don't think I was meant to be taken." Angela informed that though she was held at gun point to hop into the back of the U-Haul truck, she was not harmed. "You have a hurt wrist, you were out for a good drive after you were thrown in here and to top it all off you were unconscious. I'm untouched." Angela voiced her fear that Hodgins was the one intended to be taken.

As much as Brennan tried to think back, to try and see if she remembered seeing her assailant, she came up blank.

Silence stretched between the two friends, the unvoiced thought that the only that had kidnapped Brennan and Hodgins together had been the Gravedigger.

Meanwhile

Booth radiated fury as he hastily walked to his SUV. He should be happy, relieved even that the Gravedigger was indeed in jail.

He hit the steering wheel as he tried to calm himself down. That woman had been nothing but helpful and the stupid, victorious smile she gave him was a slap of crude reality.

"Hey!" Caroline yelled for him to unlock the passenger door. Booth sighed as he passed a hand over his face and unlocked the door. Caroline angled in, sending him a soft look, one that she rarely gave anyone, as she told him they were going to find out what happened to his lady scientist and the artist.

"Hunh." Hodgins sighed as he tried once again to descramble the recording left on Brennan's office phone.

"Not having much luck?" Hannah asked as she entered the artist's office. She wanted to be helpful but didn't know how. When Caroline and Booth headed over to the jail she'd wanted to tag along, but had found it wouldn't be a good idea. No matter what she did she felt like she was in the way.

"It's not such a difficult encoding." Hodings answered as he began another trial at decoding the voice.

"You seem pretty good at this." Hannah complimented as she watched Hodgins expertly running the scan.

"Angela." He smiled as he explained that during their pillow talk they talked about many things. "She thinks I don't listen sometimes, but I do." He chuckled softly as he continued with the scan. In that instant it hit Hannah that she and Booth didn't have that type of connection.

"What happened?" Cam asked as Booth stormed to Brennan's office. Caroline told the pathologist that the Gravedigger was locked up, but that she didn't give them anything. Cam shook her head with frustration at the seemingly dead end.

Booth looked around Brennan's office. He needed a second to regroup before he went out of the office to see what Hodgins had so far. He was pretending to study his shoes when he felt her hand on his shoulder. He knew talking to her wasn't going to help him. If she were Bones…

"Breathe, Seeley, you're partner's going to be fine." Hannah told him he needed to stay objective, that perhaps resting for a few minutes would serve him good.

"She's not just my partner." The shocking tone of his voice caused Hannah to take a step away from him. She decided that giving him some space and time was the best thing she could do for him at the moment. Silently she exited the office, leaving Booth alone inside.