A/N: Thanks to Cassierules, kmk01987, Ferox Tempestas, Cherry0208, AndiDinozzo412, evershort, DeviantOrchid, Rebecca for the most reviews on one chapter of the stories ever! Sorry this is late but I thought I had posted it and hadn't. Hope you enjoy!
Angela couldn't see anything in the tight enclosed space. But she could feel the warm blood running down her hands, she could taste the salty tears running down her cheeks, she could hear the clomping of her attacker's shoes up the stairs, she could smell the musty wood planks that made up her prison, and she knew in her heart she would never go home.
Back at the lab, Hodgins had left his catatonic state and was now frantically going over every little detail of the case with Zack. "He must have been watching her house" Hodgins said. "Or he met her at the club" he pondered. "What club was she at?" he asked Zack. Zack shrugged "Booth never mentioned it" he told Hodgins. Instead, of insisting Zack try to remember, he accepted it; Zack had a nearly perfect memory. Hodgins ran to his next person of inquiry. "Dr. Saroyan!" he yelled. "There's no need to shout," she told him, stepping out of her office. "Cam, what club did Angela and Dr. B go to?" he said hurriedly a glint of an idea in his eye. "I don't remember…"she trailed off. "TRY!" he demanded. "THIS IS ANGELA'S LIFE, WE'RE TALKING ABOUT!" he yelled. Cam looked at him stunned for a moment. Then she tried to maintain her authoritative image "Dr. Hodgins, I will not have you speak to me in that tone. I highly suggest you take this time off. Your emotional attachment is clouding your judgment. If you must know what the club is called, then talk Booth. I will not have you talk to me like that again, this is your warning," she said in an icy tone of voice. He looked up at her with a hurt expression on his face. "Understand?" she asked in a slightly kinder tone. Hodgins nodded "Yes" he replied. He then walked away.
Booth and Brennan had just arrived at the FBI headquarters. Booth carefully moved his partner's head from where it rested on his shoulder to a leaning position against the car door. He then got out of the car intending to drop off the prints and return to the Jeffersonian. He could count on one of the lab techs to call and tell him what the results were. When he opened the car door Brennan stirred, one hand coming up to rub her eyes. She yawned and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I'll be right back," Booth told her, "You can wait here in the car". At this, Brennan's eyes widened and she shook her head. "I'm coming with you," she said with false bravado. Her shield had slipped just enough, because she was drowsy and Booth could tell she was frightened at the thought of being alone.
Booth and Brennan entered the building together with his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. She was leaning into him a bit more than normal, and he was sweeping their surroundings with watchful eyes. In his office, Booth scanned the prints into the database and allowed it to begin searching. While they waited, Booth and Brennan sat on the couch, shoulders touching to give comfort, attempting to talk about other subjects. Neither allowed their brains to get distracted though, until Sweets came up. "We forgot about our appointment with Sweets" Brennan said lightly hitting her forehead with an open palm. "Never mind that, we forgot to tell him Ange was missing!" Booth said. "Nice job with the whole hitting your forehead bit, Bones" he teased her as they both recalled how last time she hit her chin. They were then wrenched back to the present when the computer beeped. "And the loser is…" Booth announced, changing the idiom and completely confusing Brennan.
Angela moaned, attempting to stay awake despite the blood loss. Typically this cut would have been no big deal, but add in the fact she hasn't eaten since before they went dancing and you have a serious problem. Ange had a headache, and a stomach which was growling in protest to starved. She was also lightheaded. Thankfully, she was lying down, Ange no longer believed she had the ability to stand upright. Finally, she gave in and allowed her eyes to slid closed. She pictured Hodgins, Bren, Booth, and Zack…Her mental image fixed on Hodgins, she knew every curve of his face, every ridge, the entire surface, the exact shade of his hair, the precise color of his eyes, the wrinkles that appeared by his eyes when he laughed, and his smile that lit up her day. The blue tone of his eyes slowly faded to black.
He sighed, the most sincere I miss you, you'll never hear.
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