Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; they belong to Kathy Reichs, Far Field Productions, Josephson Entertainment and Fox.
The clicking of her heals against cement reverberated off of the tall apartments and shops that surrounded her, as she walked a large plastic bag swung from it's hook around her elbow, it's weight pulling her arm down as she lent her full attention to her hands and purse, their purpose to out her wallet back into the small black bag. Coming to a stop just past a towering, brick red apartment building she started when a blue SUV full of college students whizzed by, the truck's tired squealing on the road only a few feet from her, their voices echoing, just as her shoes had, loudly off of the buildings. Her eyes followed the truck as it spun and twisted around the corner, the image disappearing before the sound of their voices did, her pulse slightly sounding over their loud cries as her heart pounded in her chest.
That's when the metal bar had made acquaintances with her spine. The blow was sudden and jarring, knocking her nearly onto all fours, her knees scraping against rough concrete as they made their landing. The second blow hit her left ribs just as her full weight met the ground, a loud, unanimous pop sounding in the empty night air. Bending further her hands smashed into the hard ground, her lungs dying for breath as she gasped, taking in gulps of cool air. Suddenly a strong, strangely warm set of arms wrapped around her middle, their strength lifting her from the ground backwards, their action to swift to allow her time to retaliate. Limp in her attackers arms her fight or flight response began to take complete hold of her body. Her arms began to flail, her heals swinging in hopes of meeting his shins.
It seemed to take forever for something to happen, the arms pulling her further back into the darkening ally for what seemed like hours compared to mere moments. Finally her heal meat something thick and hard, the arms immediately letting go of her sore frame. Taking off in a full sprint she dropped her purse and bag, the rhythm of her foot falls bouncing back towards her as it had earlier, this time more rapidly. Within seconds of her flight her attackers own reverberating footsteps caught up to hers, his hands reaching for her wrists. Making it to the corner of the old building, the light at the end of the tunnel, she reached out into the air, prepared to scream.
Abruptly she was in his grasp once more, his left hand taking hold of her left wrist and bending it skyward behind her back, the wrist snapping like dry timber as her body twisted and she stumbled over her own legs. She hit the ground and saw stars. She felt his hands reach for her waist band, his body above her head as he wrapped his fingers around the bulk of her belt and pulling. Dazed by the fall she paid the dragging no mind, her concern locked onto her skull; it had ricochet off of the ally's floor when she had fallen, a mind slapping blow that had sent her head bouncing off of the concrete.
Reaching towards her face she circled her head with her hand to check for blood or injury. Miraculously neither was present. Somewhere on the outside of her consciousness she realized the dragging had stopped.
Now pulling came from another direction entirely, he had a hold of her now under the arms and was lifting her onto something bumpy and pliable, a stench puffing out under her weight. Do something Brennan! The outline of his form shown for only a moment as he stood over her, his fist coming down hard on her right cheek, then her lips ad jaw. She tasted blood but felt nothing but a sharp tingling in the base of her neck, as though it had fallen asleep, a slight numbness gliding over her features. However she did feel his hands begin to slide from her shoulders and over her chest, the ten fingers that branched from his palms sliding with the curve of her waist and hips down to the top of her jeans. He began tugging on them for a moment but stopped. Suddenly he pressed himself against her thighs, a bulge pressing into her leg.
"This is for you Bones, It's all for you." The voice crackled into her ears like thunder. She couldn't recognize it, though it sounded faintly familiar. Suddenly she felt a faint movement at her pelvis, her hands instinctually going for the zipper that had just been pulled down. In a daze she grabbed the edge of her pants, her fingers wrapping around the fabric in a type grip.
"Let go." He called, his hands wrapping around her wrists.
When she didn't comply with his orders another fist came down, knuckles sliding over the bridge of her brow bone, in turn her senses began to numb and slow, her vision blurring. She felt the faint tug again, her mind begging her to struggle against it and so she did, her hips spinning and her arms reaching for him. She began to make as much noise as possible, her attempt at words coming out between swollen lips as mumbles and moans.
"You just don't give up do you?" she felt the waist band of her jeans come loose, the fabric sliding down her legs. The sounds became louder, a hand clamping down over her mouth. Spreading her lips she bared her teeth beneath the thick hand. Biting down her captor let out a yelp, the hand flying from her mouth as she felt her underwear fall just above her jeans, her lower body exposed. Screaming now she began to kick her legs but his weight was too much as he leaned into her, tears beginning to fall from her eyes as he staked his claim. Disgusted with herself and her attacker she began to give up, a dull sense of aching filling her body with each pulse of his body against hers. She began to sob aloud, her throat clenching as she coughed out tears.
"Shhhh…." He leaned into her ear, his breath hot against her ear as he moaned the words. "Be quite, Shhh Baby, Its Booth, Its Okay Bones, Its Booth." A cry seeped from her lips; a small, frail scream that had barely slipped from her lungs.
He repeated it as though it was a mantra. "It's Booth, Bones, I'm Booth." Each time he had entered her more violently, a single cry never escaping her lips.
The words had swirled around her mind, the sound of Booth's name the last thing she heard before she slipped into a happily welcomed sleep.
A/n: First I'd like to apologize for how graphic this chapter, second, I'd like to also apologize for the wait, however I was not particularly enthused about writing this chapter.