"Hey girls this might not be the best time but we've got another message..."

Hodgins held out the phone and Bones read the message aloud as she did her face paled.

'Dear old Agent Booth,
In a dark room
His time is ticking
its due to be over soon
I think he has hope
but will he cope?
Better find him fast
his faith might not last"

At that exact moment a sob escaped from Angela without a chance of covering it up she continued to let the tears roll down her cheeks and looked up worryingly at Hodgins.

"Don't worry Ange we'll find him" he said sitting next to her slightly surprised when she embraced him into a deep war hug. "We have to find him."

Confused and upset Brennan stood and made a brisk exit from her Bestfriends office and into her own. Closing the door behind her she sat at her desk head in hands feeling utterly powerless.

It had been almost twenty minutes until she stirred from her thoughts because her head snapped up at the mention of her partners name somewhere nearby. looking out from her office she stood and double took a figure who stood chatting to Camille her boss, at first she had thought it was Booth but then realised it was an irrational and stupid thought. He was missing.

Opening her door with her heels clanking on the floor she made her way to the couple who were engaged in a heightened conversation, Brennan began to listen;

"No I'm sorry Dr. Saroyan But I can't give anything away at this moment in time until we have confirmed it."

"Well please do keep us updated as were all worried sick about him and were working hard but we having nothing at all to work with."

Giving a slight nod the Agent walked away head low with a slight swagger to him.

"What was that about?"

"Oh that was Agent Romas, he said the FBI won't tell us anything unless it's been completely verified-." She stopped picking up on Brenan's agitated look

"what do you mean they can't tell us! Booth is one of us. If they get to know we should. We can help cam, and they know it!"

"I know that and they know it too but there's nothing to help with. all we have is two completely untraceable anonymous messages, a cell phone, and a pool of blood. I'm sorry Brennan but honestly there's nothing we can do right now."

Both women stood looking solemn with noting to say to another, Brennan felt utterly hopeless being told there was nothing she could do and Camille felt terrible for what she had just said.

Wednesday 18 November 3:27 Pm

Unknown Location

'The FBI has released a statement that the rumours of a fellow FBI agent's disappearance, is in fact true. At approximately 12 O'clock this afternoon a fellow colleague-" The screen switched off and the room was quiet only a buzz of a different table top monitor could be heard.

On the monitor a middle aged male was on the screen. The figure was hunched over against a wall He occasionally spat out a red bubbled liquid, almost every time hitting exactly the same spot.

It was time. He was going to meet 'the lads'.

"Oi, Gaz, Joss, I think he's had enough time to wake up properly lets go introduce ourselves Eh?" A Low laugh escaped from behind the figure at the desk and two burly men appeared following the thick accented 'leader'.

There was a rustling and then a familiar sound of a lock opening when the door on his right swung open releasing a strip of light into the room immediately making Booth squint. heavy footsteps came closer until coming to a complete stop.

"Afternoon Agent Booth I see you've made the news about your dramatic disappearance. Your, what was it? Squints? Are worried about you as well especially that beautiful one Temperance was it? Yes, yes she is quite stunning isn't she?"

"..." all Booth could do was look up with the unmistakable look of pure hatred on his face.

"you know Agent Booth Your manners aren't quite up to scratch I feel we should teach you some, eh boys?"

'What! How did I not notice them?' Booths mind was in overdrive he hadn't even noticed the 2 others who stood just within the doors frame.

Just at that moment the man's hand had a firm grip round Booths forearm and hoisted him up against the wall his other had gripping his other arm.

Booths whole body was tired and bruised from the earlier fight and eventual fall at the Jeffersonian but he still tried to struggle at the surprisingly vice like grasp on his arms. One on the men began to approach him and pulled out a tube-like object placing it between his teeth he took out another one almost not visible in the current light but when he twisted it onto the other Booths mind clicked immediately and his struggle became even more desperate. He managed to kick the first man in his groin causing him to stumble back letting go of the agent making him stumble onto his feet.

The second man had only just reacted and charged towards Booth his fist connected with Booths jaw but was immediately matched in his fight when Booth landed his fist in his abdomen the man folded over hugging his lower torso but quickly recovered, pulling the syringe from his mouth and into his fist ready to jab it into Booth.

The three men now circled Booth in this already small cell the first to attack was "Gobby" as Booth had named him as he was mainly all talk so far, Booth kicked out but Gobby had reacted fast grabbing his leg twisting it round and pushing Booths body up against the wall as he fought to stop him from his escape.

His ribs connected bluntly with the solid wall causing him to let out a disgruntled growl but was silenced by a Sharp pain suddenly surging into Booths thigh and his body seemed to be sucked of its energy "Gobbys" Grip released and he fell to the floor with an undignified thump. There was nothing he could do his body wasn't reacting to what he was telling it to do and even things like blinking confused his slow intoxicated brain.

As Booth was clumsily dragged from his cell by his feet his shirt was high up on his back and the skin on floor contact began to burn, but still he was utterly powerless.
He desperately wanted to close his eyes but instead kept them open and took in the plan of the building he was in.

After his body had been dragged through several more rooms he was dropped painfully onto the strikingly cold floor. His eyes were fluttering the sedative was really dragging him into an unconscious oblivion but with all his might he resisted it, he felt a force push down pressuring his saw ribs, he was screaming inside but tried desperately not to show his pain. The force kept its self strong on his bruised chest and just as the pain became almost unbearable a fist was landed in his face all the pain stopped a bright white light flashed and then there was nothing...