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Brennan decided to test him. "Actually, you know my partner over at the FBI would be pretty worried by now. If he's not already here, he'd be on his way, so we should head to the Police Station first so I can call him. Let him know I'm okay."

Nate shifted in his seat, "Your partner is FBI? I thought you just worked in a lab and helped them out from time to time?"

Brennan frowned, going over their conversation in her head. "I never told you that." Her eyes narrowed, as she focused on Nate.

"I figured it out when you told me your name," he said, sounding deadpan, though she noticed his knuckles were white against the steering wheel.

"You figured out I worked in a lab and helped the FBI out from my first name? If I had told you my last name I might have believed you. But then you would have known my partner is FBI," she went on, still focused on him. "So either you already knew who I was, or you're brilliant with putting little bits of information together."

She watched as he clicked the window up button on her side, then the window lock, but Nate said nothing.

"So you know Riley. You know who I am..."

His eyes flicked over towards her. "Yeah, I know who you are."

"Through what happened with Riley, Cooper and I." She said as a statement. Where else would he know me from?

He shook his head, no. "Sort of, but not really."

She frowned, her mind racing at where else he could have known her from.

"So what happens now?"

His pressed his lips together, and his jaw clenched. "Well this isn't how the plan was mapped out, so we wing it from here." He pulled a handgun out of the waistband of his pants and lowered it down to his lap, pointing it directly at her.

"Well you really have two choices, winging it, as you say. Or take me to the Police station and let me out of here. As I already said to Riley, the second option would be the best for both of you." She watched as four black SUV's passed them, heading towards where they had just come from. She bit her lip, to stop herself trying to yell out of Nate's window. 

Until she worked out a plan, which involved a stationary vehicle, she deducted it was best to let him think she was co-operating.

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The wood around the lock on the door splintered, as Booth watched one of the guys kick it open.

"FBI!" Booth yelled, as they entered the old warehouse.

Before anyone could stop her, Angela rushed forward with a high pitched yell. "Brennan! Brennan, are you here?"

Booth took a few steps, grabbed Angela's wrist and yanked her behind him, as the FBI guys run through the warehouse. "What did I tell you? Stay in the car. That's what I said. Stay. In. The. Car. Why is that so hard for you squints to comprehend?"

She yanked her wrist back and jutted her chin. "She's my best friend. I need to know she's ok."

Booth sighed, "Yeah, I know. But remember the whole Brennan being kidnapped? Yeah, that guy is still out here somewhere. We don't need you jumping in before we've secured the area, and getting hurt."

Agent Simmons walked up to them. "Agent Booth, it's clear. No one's here. But it looks as if someone has been here quite recently. There are old chains on the floor with one of its links snapped, a mattress, dried blood..."

Booth strode past, with Angela hot on his heels, into the back room of the warehouse.

 He walked through the doorway, saw a desk off to his left against the wall with a computer on it. A computer savvy agent was already on it. 

A mattress was off to his right. Spotting the old blood on the mattress Booth fought the urge to grind down on his teeth.

He crouched down to check out the chains on the ground.

Only one of them was snapped open. The others had been unlocked.

Booth vaguely heard Angela in the background stating something about the blood to him, but his thoughts were focused on the chains.

Why would one be snapped if the others had been unlocked? Maybe Riley couldn't get the last one open?

Someone or something interrupted him, he needed to get out of here quickly, and didn't have the patience when the lock refused to open?

Maybe Bones had managed to get two sets open, but not the third? The third was attached to an old steel pole. He could see indentations on it. Had she tried to break it? Had she thrown all her weight into it to get the pole to break?

How had she managed to snap the last one? Had someone come and helped her out?

If that was the case, where was she now? And why hadn't she made contact yet?

Booth stood and surveyed the room.

He walked over to the desk and found hypodermics on the desk. Some had been used, some were still full. "Do we know anything about these?" He barked. "Anyone?"

"Hodgins and I had just been discussing that, you didn't hear anything?" Angela placed a hand on his shoulder. "Booth?" He shook his head. "Ok, well one of the agents is taking one with him to see what it is. There's nothing here to give away what it is."

She watched as he shuffled a few things around on the desk. He opened a case on the desk and found her keys and Jeffersonian pass.

She noted Brennan's cell was still missing.

"Booth," He looked up and saw Angela bite at her lip, her chin trembled slightly, "She's not here. What do we do next?"

No Angela, you will not break down now, she admonished herself.

Booth gave Angela a stern look that told her not to cry.

Angela! You will not break down on me now. I need you to be strong for me! He thought to himself.

"Now, we check the other places we know that Riley has some sort of connection to." Booth said, as he walked back towards the black SUV's.

"Call me if you find anything of use here." He threw over his shoulder as he hit the accept call button on his cell. "Yeah, Booth."

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Twisting her upper body towards the back seat floor, Brennan found that the steering wheel lock was just out of reach.

She'd misjudged the how much space she had, looking at her wrist which was clasped against the steering wheel with plastic hand ties.

She looked around the floor on the front seat, but saw nothing of use. She looked out the locked window, and tested the door handle again. Damn kiddy lock.

Brennan scanned the isolated back of the general store.

How did I let this happen? Brennan thought.

They came to a stop. He made a grab for her wrist. Brennan lashed out, punching at his head. He stopped for a moment. She made a play for the door. Found out about the damn kiddy lock, and he pulled the gun on Brennan again as he grabbed her wrist with his other hand and locks hers on the steering wheel.

How did I let this happen? Stupid, stupid Brennan. You're smarter than this... What would Booth be doing right now...?

Then Brennan felt it, vibration against the front seat she was leaning on.

Vibration with steady rhythm to it. Two rapid bursts, followed by a quick break to the vibration. Then another two rapid bursts.

She pushed herself across the seat to look down the side of the drivers' side seat.

Brennan found herself looking down at a cell phone.

Grabbing it, Brennan scanned the lot around her again, her fingers already automatically dialling.

"...of use here. Yeah, Booth."

Brennan's heart pounding as she heard his voice. "Booth!"

"Bones? Where the hell are you?" The relief mixed with concern in Booth's voice made Brennan's eyes sting, as tears threatened.

Brennan heard Booth talking to someone in the background. "Yeah it's her, no I don't know..."

She heard the scuffling of the phone changing hands. Then, "Sweetie where are you? We're coming for you, I promise..."

More scuffling. Then, "Bones?"

Swallowing the lump forming in her throat, Brennan went on. "Booth, I was kidnapped by Matthew Riley. I don't know how long I've been here. He came to my place. Anyway, I had managed to pick the locks on my wrists and feet. I was working on the chains on my waist, when a guy called Nate came and helped me out of the warehouse, or so it seemed, but it turns out he's in on this with Riley. I don't know why or how, but he is. Now we're parked out the back of a corner store, he's gone inside and I'm locked to the steering wheel. I don't think he realised that his cell had fallen out of his pocket." Brennan finished and took a gulp of air.

"Listen to me, Bones. Where are you?" Booth said calmly, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm in Mullins, South Carolina." Brennan said matter of factly.

Booth sighed in frustration. "I'm in Mullins too. I meant where in Mullins."

"The back of a corner store. I told you that already. Umm, off Main road... Hang on, I'm trying to see if I can see a road sign..." Booth heard her moving around. "Umm Buck St, I think it says. Yes, Buck St!" Brennan sounded triumphant, like she'd just solved a huge case.

Booth started the engine and the car tore out of the driveway at the warehouse. "Hang on Bones, I'm on my way."

Booth heard Brennan's voice grow unsettled, "Booth, Nate's on his way back to the car..."

"You keep me on the line, Bones. Do you understand me? Keep me on the line!" Booth heard Brennan shifting back on her seat and putting the phone down somewhere.

"What's going on...?" Angela said, worried.

He heard the slam on a car door, and a male voice asking Brennan if she was hungry. Brennan declined, but asked for water.

"I need your cell now." Booth barked at Angela. Snatching it off her, he punched in the number for FBI headquarters to get a GPS trace on the cell.