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BOOTH

"Now, now don't look at me like that, Master Sergeant Booth." He mutters in a sarcastic tone.

He continues to sharpen the deadly knife in his hand, purposely grazing his index finger over the weapon's edge. Blood immediately drips down the blade. "Ah yes, this will do…" he whispers to himself.

I never lower my dangerous gaze from his. I will not admit vulnerability, though I am tied tightly to a chair in the middle of a room with a dirt floor. I will not play a part in his game, though I am a gambler. Correction, used to be…Here I sit, completely alone…

"You look at me as though I have committed a terrible wrong. As if I am at fault." He says, leaning against the wall, admiring his knife and staring at me.

"Well forgive me…sir," The last word is almost impossible for me to say, "but you just admitted to me that you are responsible for the murder of my men…" All of my malice and anger stressed in those last syllables. "You see in my country, a place of honor, something you wouldn't understand, we would call that premeditated murder. And I mean, come on, we all know that murderous bastards end up rotting away in some jail cell."

He laughs quietly. "Then can you tell me why you aren't in solitary confinement this very minute?"

I don't answer. I can't let my exterior crumble. I'm tough…

"I hope your firearm knowledge and snipers skills are as sharp as your reasoning skills." He taunts.

My silence pierces the room; it seems louder than any curse I could throw at him.

"Listen carefully Agent Booth," as the familiar title leaves his lips, my glare intensifies. "Yes, I know quite a lot about you. Far more than you realize." He starts pacing.

"Booth, I am a noble man, a man of power, a man who knows what he needs to claw his way to the top. When I see something or someone I need, I seize the opportunity."

"And am I the person in this instance?" I say.

He laughs sardonically. "No, no. You are the 'something' in this instance; a mindless killing machine is exactly what I need." My eyes grow even darker at his snide remark.

"You never fail. Come now, it is time you've decided where your true loyalty lies. Join me Booth and you will ensure that the race worthy of victory wins this war. That other's ignorance will be cut away…"

"I will never betray my country." I spit back at him.

"Well let me rephrase this. Dr. Temperance Brennan is a fine woman…"

The minute the beautiful name leaves his lips, the anger inside me swells like fire. Her name sounds strange on his foreign tongue.

Bones…

"Now wouldn't she want you to make the most rational decision here? You wouldn't want her to suffer as a direct result of your inability to cooperate would she?"

As he talks on I am loosening my bonds. I have already assessed the windowless room and realize that the door to my right is the only exit. It looks easy enough to break down.

"Hey, break down the door." "It hurts my shoulder when I break down the door…"

I need to keep him talking.

"Don't you dare." I manage to say.

"I don't think you are in the position to be making threats here…" He begins to walk towards me, all the while dragging his feet on the floor, so I choke on the thick air.

He bends down and his face is now inches away from mine….his breath smells of whiskey. "Choose now: fight for me…" The dagger he holds is dangerously close to my throat.

"Or face the consequences. The ones you care about will suffer a fate worse than death…."

In that moment I feel the tight ropes that were cutting deep into my flesh break. That's when I whisper: "Go to hell."

With all the strength left in my battered body, I leap up from the chair and punch him in the face again and again. I feel bone shatter under my hand as he tumbles to the ground and I catch the knife as it plummets towards the dirt floor... Weapon in hand, I sprint to the door, but am caught off guard by a blinding pain in my calf. I look down and spot a thicker shorter knife in my leg, one that he must have had hidden within an ankle holster.

Ripping it from my flesh, blood cascades down my leg. I turn to run again and hear commands ring throughout the room. Two large men in unfamiliar army uniforms burst through the door- blocking my only escape route. I feel the wind knocked out of me and immediately see dots dancing in front of my eyes.

Three forms stand over me and all I can hear is: "That was very foolish. Make sure this doesn't happen again." With these words, sharp blows to my ribs cause my vision to fade in front of me. As suffocating darkness threatens to take me, the last image I see in my mind's eye is the radiant eyes of Bones.

Fighting bad guys with her, going to the diner with her, drinking with her, getting Chinese or Thai food to share, bickering with her, just spending time with her all seems like a faraway dream. My longing to touch her, to hold her hand, runs deep into my very Bones. My Bones…

As always, She should be posting the next Brennan installment in a few days ;)