A/N Once again thankyou for the kind reviews. This chapter does include some language and sexual references.

Chapter 4

A loud slap resounded around the small office as Tom's hand struck Brennan's left cheek. "What did I say?" he spat viciously as a surge of fury overwhelmed him.

Brennan totally surprised at his sudden outrage quickly placed her hand to her face which now stung like hell. "What was that for?"

"You were going to say something weren't you?" He grabbed her shoulders and began shaking her vigorously as if she was nothing more then a rag doll. Her head snapped back and forth as he continued his act of violence. "No more phone calls do you hear me? I don't care how many more times loverboy tries to call, you ain't talking to him." He finally let go of her and instead began pacing the room again, shaking his head but keeping it lowered, his eyes focused on the floor. "He doesn't deserve you know. I've been watching you for a long time. I've seen how quickly he corrects you due to your lack of knowledge when it comes to pop culture. How he criticizes your higher intellect at every opportunity. I guess a hard assed FBI agent just can't fathom that a woman could be smarter then he is." Tom slowly edged his way around the table furtively placing himself beside her before she had even noticed. She only became more aware as he brushed himself up against her which made her feel uncomfortable.

He said he wasn't that kind of guy. How stupid could I be to believe that. Isn't that what they all say? Brennan inhaled sharply as she felt one of his boney like fingers trail it's way along her jawline and then tentively move further down until it rested just above the neckline of her top that was now damp with sweat. A chill ran down her spine as he forced a hand down her cleavage. Instinctively her hand grabbed for his wrenching it away.

"Ah don't you like that?" Although his tone of voice insinuated that he was just toying with her. "I told you Temperance I have no interest in you sexually, and unless you're some kind of slut then you'd probably be glad to know i'm not." Tom's eyes met hers as he questioned her further. "You're not a slut are you? I mean a high class beautiful woman like yourself doesn't sleep around with men at every given opportunity does she?"

My sex life is private and any intimacy which takes place is purely for recreation purposes, to fulfill a need. There is no lasting relationship, no emotions, no strings attached. It would be what we both want. Does that make me a slut? "Look Tom I'm getting mixed signals here. If you have no interest in me then why can't you just let me go."

"I already told you I just want us to be friends. I want us to share each others company. I get lonely here at night and sometimes pine for some female attention."

Bile rose in the back of her throat "I really need to use the bathroom," she suddenly blurted out.

"Can't you hold it?" he snapped.

What like he thinks you can just control your bodily functions. "No I can't," and to emphasize the point she began to wriggle slightly in her seat.

"Fine!" He took the small key from his shirt pocket and reached down underneath the table.

Her eyes darted back and forth across the room, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon. The only thing she could see that would remotely cause damage was a pair of chopstiks left earlier when he had brought in the takeaway. That will have to do. As he began to unlock the chain around her ankle Brennan grabbed the chopstik and with as much force as she could muster she stabbed it down into his left shoulder.

"Fucking bitch!" he shrieked as the pain registered and blood began to pool around the wound. Loud barks and growls were heard from Ranger as the canine began tugging on his own chains. She was sure if that dog was freed now it wouldn't hesitate to tear her apart.

Whilst Tom was still incapacitated Brennan managed to make a run for it. Forcing the first door she came to open she found herself in a poorly lit stairwell. Racing down the steps she didn't look back. Tom was sure to be pursuing her and she couldn't afford to let him catch up with her now. Entering another door brought her into another level of the garage which was almost pitch dark. Being on a much lower level the air was alot cooler causing her to shiver. I can't be worried about that now. Treading carefully across the wide open space she felt she was in luck when she became aware of two cars parked nearby.

Composing himself Tom tended to his wound. It was deep but luckily the blood flow was signifanctly lessening. He grabbed his flashlight and a trusty knife that he pulled out of a drawer and stalked off after her. He hoped he was following the same route as she had, knowing full well there were only two directions she could have gone in. Once he was in the same stairwell as she had been previously he sniffed the air. "There is no where to hide Tempe," he called out. "Your perfume gives you away. Besides I know every inch of this place so I will find you and woe betide you when I do."

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Booth was anxious. He knew he shouldn't be but when it concerned Brennan he had this kind of sixth sense when it came to her welfare. As he approached the window he could see the snow falling heavily. Damn it! There was no way he was going anywhere now.

"What's wrong daddy? Are you sad about Dr Bones?"

It seemed useless to dwell on his intitution because there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Driving conditions would be dangerous and he would have to bring Parker with him and there was no way he would risk his life trying to get back to D.C. No for once in his life he would have to forget his gut instinct and just pray to god that she was safe. "You know what Parker, there's a tree in the garage lets say we go get it and make it the best decorated tree ever." Okay so it wasn't going to be the real thing but then he hadn't banked on the weather ruining his plans either.

Parker's face lit up. "Can we? Can we?"

Booth ruffled his sons curly locks. "You bet."

After an hour of placing tinsel, baubles and lights they both stepped back from the brightly lit tree as they admired their handy work. "It's cool daddy."

"Just one more thing," Booth announced as he fumbled around in the box which had held the decorations. "The angel." Booth handed it to Parker and then gave him a lift so he could place it on the top of the tree.

"This angel looks like mommy doesn't it?"

"Yes Parker it does. Now why don't I make us some egg nog and then you should be getting to bed."

"Can I open one present daddy..please."

"C'mon buddy you know the rules." Rebecca may have always had this tradition thing going where she would let him open just one present on Christmas eve but Booth had always believed that it should be left until Christmas morning.

"Alright," he agreed rather disappointedly.

Once he had got Parker to bed Booth sat down drinking another egg nog, but he couldn't relax. Who was that man's voice and why did Parker say he sounded angry. If anyone as so much has hurt a hair on her head then i'll kill them with my bare hands. Maybe I should call again. So with that thought in mind he grabbed the phone and much to his surprise he had a weak signal. Dialling her number once again he anticipated hearing her voice but as before he was directed to her voicemail. Still not satisfied he used the only other option he could think of and that was to call Angela. She would probably have his head for calling so late but it was urgent. He soon heard the vibrant almost breathless voice answer on the other end of the phone.

"Hey Angela it's Booth."

"Booth. What the hell are you doing calling so late?"

"Angela I need you to do me a huge favor." He waited with bated breath for an answer.

"What kind of favor? Does this involve helping you and a certain anthropologist engage in some glorious but safe sex. Because that I can do."

"Angela enough with the sexual innuendos this is serious, and besides didn't Bones tell you I was going to Vermont with Parker." Her dirty mind is in overdrive even this late at night.

There came a loud huff before she answered. "Yeah she mentioned something about that but one can only hope. Okay so then this better be a matter of life or death or i'm going back to some kinky sex with my hunk of a man."

Booth almost gagged. That is just way too much information. "Is there handcuffs involved?" What the hell! Why did I just ask that? Maybe i'm the one with the dirty thoughts racing through my mind.

"Would't you like to know," she teased. "Now what is this huge favor?"

"I need you to go over to Bones apartment and check on her. I talked to her earlier and there was something strange going on. Parker said he heard some guys voice and it was angry. It may be nothing but I tried calling her again on her cell and at home and there was no answer."

As much as Angela wanted to finish off her raunchy bondage session Brennan was her best friend so she felt endeavored to help out. "You owe me Seeley Booth..big time."

Thanks Angela. Please call me as soon as you know anything." He disconnected the call then snapped his phone shut. Exhausted he crawled into the bed where Parker was sleeping soundly. Although he knew for a fact that he wasn't going to sleep much tonight.

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Brennan had made her way feverishly towards the vehicles. Crouching down next to the drivers door she gripped the handle giving it a firm pull. She couldn't help but curse when the car door didn't open. The next one proved to be inpenetrable aswell, and as if she had failed miserably she sank down next to the car and racked her normally smart brain on what to do next.

Tom cautiously continued seeking her out as if he was the hunter and she was the prey. "Come out, come wherever you are," he sing songed in what seemed a happy cheery voice.

There must be a way to contact someone. I need a phone or perhaps I just need to set the fire alarm off then someone will come to check it out. Lost in her thoughts she was unaware of the familar footsteps that could be heard in the distance. Carefully she pulled herself up to take a look and that was when she caught sight of a crowbar laying on the backseat of the vehicle. This wouldn't be something she would be proud of herself for doing but this was an emergency. Using her elbow she smashed the window and grabbed the weapon. However no sooner had she done that an alarm sounded. Shit!

His lips curled upwards into a evil smirk. He stalked towards the wailing vehicle. He gripped the handle of the knife tightly as he approached the car which had sounded the alarm. "Gotcha!" Yet his smile vanished when the space turned out to be empty. "You can't get away from me. You hear me bitch. You won't get away."

She was in unknown territory. She had no idea where she was going her mind was just screaming at her to run. It was just then she came across an elevator. Giving one last glance behind her she rapidly pressed the button and then slumped to the floor as soon as the doors opened. Her chest was heaving as she lay there trying to catch her breath. Stretching up she managed to press a series of buttons before falling back down. It was several seconds before the doors opened again and as she methodically made her way out she found herself back in familiar surroundings. The light in the distance was coming from the room she had previously been held in. As soon as she entered she almost jumped out of her skin as she was met by more barking and growling from Tom's dog.

That didn't bother her now though. Her one goal was to get to the phone and call for help. Throwing the crowbar down on the table she soon spotted the phone. Reaching for the reciever she put it to her ear only to find it was dead. "No No No," she protested loudly. Picking up the communication device she slammed it down in anger and disappointment. Then she thought about her cellphone it had to be around somewhere, but hunting high and low she couldn't find it. In desperation she rummaged through everything but still nothing. The several security monitors were still on and she eyed them closely making sure she wasn't going to be interrupted. There seemed to be no sign of Tom so that gave her more time. Searching the floor she caught sight of a black object and quickly grabbed it. It wasn't her phone but it would do the job, so quickly fumbling with the device she dialled the three digit number 911.

"911 What is your emergency?"

"Yes my name is Dr Temperance Brennan. I'm at the Jeffersonian institute. Please I need the police... this guy is after me. Tom he's after me." She found herself sobbing uncontrollably as she began spilling the words out at the operator.

"Ma'am please slow down."

"He attacked me please just send somone...Now."

"Ma'am are you hurt? Is your life in immediate danger?"

What's with the twenty questions. "I need the police now!"

"Okay ma'am we'll send someone out to you."

Relieved that help was on its way she lifted herself up off the floor. On doing so she spotted another tv/video combi and a video camera close by.

Tom cursed for not being able to locate her. How could I have lost her? How could she have evaded ME! He decided to make his way back to his office, that way he could use the monitors to find her. That little bitch isn't going to get one up on me.

Curiousity had gotten the better of her so she took the remote and pressed play on the VCR. It was just fuzzy at first but what she saw next shocked her into disbelief. It was of herself lying down unconscious. Is this when Tom drugged me? The next scene was Tom hovering over her caressing her face, neck and chest. You are so beautiful he whispered. Brennan gasped as he started to rub one hand over her breasts and then moved his other hand inside her shirt. Tears started to well up as she studied the scene in front of her. Doesn't that feel so good she heard him say next. His hands left her chest and traveled down to the fastening on her pants. Tell me he didn't. Suddenly Tom's unshaven face stared towards the camera. I think it's best if our viewers don't get to see this.

The video ended and Brennan stood there rooted to the spot. Her breathing got faster as she found herself hyperventilating. Just breathe Brennan, just breathe. Shock turned to anger and then hatred surfaced as she grabbed the crowbar from where she had placed it earlier. Holding the object with both hands she gave one almightly swing sending it into the tv resulting with the screen smashed into pieces. Then just for good measure she did the same to the cctv monitors. After she was finished she wrapped her arms around her chest. She felt dirty, ashamed and used even though she had had no control over the situation.

"You seem a little upset my dear," came the gruff voice behind her.

Brennan spun around to find Tom standing there with a metallic object glistening in his hand.

There was only one question she needed to ask right now "What the hell did you do to me?"

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