Chapter 3
There were 2 pieces of bread, 2 tiny bowls of soup and 2 spoons on the table. A water bottle was rolled in last. Booth handed the bread to Brennen, who pushed it away. He sighed, "Bones, you need to eat."
For one moment, Booth feared she would not eat. Then Brennen took the bread, saying, "I'll only eat if you eat."
He smiled, "Well, that won't be a problem."
Both ate the bread, then the soup. Booth made Brennen take the first drink, then took a sip for himself, before putting it away.
However, Brennen disapproved. "You certainly will want more then that."
"Yeah, well we won't know when we'll get the next bottle, so we need to save it."
The Doctor shook her head, "Actually, it's a myth that you need to save your water. It's actually better to drink your fill, so you'll last longer."
Booth sighed, "Whatever you say Bones." But he only took a little more before storing it away in the corner of their cell.
The two moved back against the wall, both feeling oddly vulnerable in the middle of the bright room. Soon, Brennen's eyes became heavy, and she dropped off the sleep, her head nestled against Booth's chest.
He found it oddly comforting, the feel of her warmth, the rise and fall of her chest.
But then, something wasn't right. He was fighting sleep, and it wasn't giving up. A familiar fear washed over him.
They had been drugged.
Damn, that food must have had something in it.
And soon, he didn't even care he was asleep.
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Brennen's head hurt, again. She had had a feeling that the food or drink was drugged, but Booth might not have slept without it. Her eyelids felt like led, as she forced them open to the cruel light. The world swam as she sat up. She felt around for the dishes from last night, pulling over an empty bowl. A substance had crystallized on the bottom of the bowl, and when she smelled it, she knew it was the source of their troubles.
The water was clean as she checked the underside, as was the dishes and utensils. What little water was left, Brennen left for Booth.
Her partner groaned. She knew his head probably felt like a ton of rocks, but the feeling had passed for her. "Booth, wake up. The more you move around the faster it goes away."
Booth opened his eyes, hissing at the angry light. "What are you doing, Bones?" She passed him a bowl, he looked at it for a moment before pushing it away, "No thanks Bones, I'm full."
She smiled, "No, the drug crystallized at the bottom of the bowl."
He blinked, "I don't mean to be rude but…why exactly do I care?"
"Because that means the water would have crystallized too, but it didn't, so drink!" Brennen shoved the water bottle into Booth's hand.
"Bones, you need some first-"
Temperance smiled, "I already did, don't worry Booth."
She was a good liar. Booth looked at her skeptically for a moment, before drinking the last of their water.
"Good morning Seeley and Temperance, I hope you short nap was…enjoyable?"
Brennen scooted back to Booth, remembering their last conversation. Booth was careful not to touch her still sore shoulder, as he put an arm around her. He looked up angrily at the speaker, "Slept like a rock, thanks. Now do you mind telling us what the hell we're here for?"
A crazed version of a laugh made Brennen cringe, "All in good time, Seeley Booth. Now, here's what is going to happen, you two are going to endure a number of tests, and you will willingly partake in them. You will also pass them with flying colors, and without difficulty. Are we clear?"
Booth smirked, "And why would we do that?"
"Because, if you fail, I have a backup plan. Let me think…what about the lovely Angela, and her boyfriend Hodgins? Wouldn't that be perfect?"
Brennen shouted angrily, "You don't touch them!"
"Then do as I say. Are we in agreement, Agent Booth?"
For a moment, Booth was silent. "Yes."
"Yes what?"
Thru gritted teeth, Booth ground out, "Yes. Sir."
"Very good! Your first test will start…now."
Both Agent and Doctor looked up startled, but the voice was gone. After a few minuets of silence, Brennen whispered, "What…what do you think…"
"I don't know, Bones. Just…stay here."
And then it began. The cold gust of air made both shiver, but it got worse after a few minuets. Booth shifted so he covered more of Brennen, "I have a feeling this is what he meant."
Brennen looked up at him, "You mean cold resistance? How will that help him test us?"
"Not a clue. Maybe he wants us to play Mission Impossible." Booth chuckled at his joke. Brennen just looked confused. "Oh, don't tell me you've never watched Mission Impossible!"
Temperance shrugged her shoulders, the hissed in pain. Booth froze for a moment before she answered, "The only thing I ever really watch on TV are documentaries."
Booth laughed, "How come that dosen't surprise me. Well, this is what happens; a couple of contestants are picked…"
And she listened to his rambling. It helped…a little bit.
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Booth had stopped talking. It was too cold for that kind of exertion. A while ago, Brennen had tried to move around, but gave up as soon as she left Booth. She had estimated the temperatures to be reaching negative numbers, and the concrete underneath their feet didn't help. The cold made their breath come out in a fog; Brennen's fingers were laced into Booth's shirt. Booth had tried to offer his work coat to Brennen, but she shot that suggestion down without question. He needed to be warm for her.
Brennen quietly said, "Don't…fall asleep…Seeley."
He nodded, "I know."
"If you do…the neurons in your…brain will tell you're…"
"I know, Bones."
Temperance sighed, "I know you know…I'm just reminding…myself."
After a moment, Booth spoke, "Bones"
"Yes, Booth?"
He smiled slightly, "Don't sleep on the job."
She forced a short laugh, "I know."
The minuets ticked by. Finally Brennen asked, "Do you think their looking for us?"
Booth looked down at her, "Why wouldn't they be?"
"Maybe…maybe they don't want us…to come back."
Seeley pulled Brennen a little closer, "Why wouldn't they want us back, we're the life of the party."
No answer.
"Bones?"
Silence
"Temperance, answer me right now."
Nothing.
Booth pulled Brennen's head back so he could see her. Her eyes were shut, he breathing slowed. Booth panicked, "No, no Bones, don't quit on me, don't you quit on me now, wake up...come on Brennen, you need to wake up!" He tapped her cheek, "Up and at 'em Bones, you got work to do…I can't do this alone, dammit!"
But Bones was asleep. Her heart was slowing, her body temperature was falling, and there was nothing her partner could do about it. Quickly he shrugged off his jacket, wrapping her in it. He picked her up in his arms, "Damn, Bones your small. Way, way too small for this kind of thing. Me, I'm better at it, but you…why the hell was this supposed to be a good idea?"
He felt her heart. At least it was still going.
"You're a fighter, Bones, I know you are. I am too…but if you don't wake up…"
He left it at that.
Soon Booth felt the cold start to seep thru his body, his eyelids felt heavy. He supported Bones on his legs, trying not to jostle her arm. He knew he was falling asleep, but he just didn't care anymore.
Bones was gone.
His world was gone.
He had failed her.
Hola Amigo's! I hope you enjoyed the 2 chapters I posted today, thank thanksgiving for that :) but now, I want you to tell me what you think happens next...does Bones wake? Will Booth have to go thru this alone? Will we see how the team is coping?
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