Booth and Brennan were not sure how long the time had passed, it felt like forever. Waiting for the next horrific torture one of them had to endure and one to witness.
They didn't speak much after Booth's announcement. Both were in their own thoughts of what was to come or what was going on behind the walls of such darkness that was happening inside.
Booth's words of love floated around Brennan's thoughts. Despite the horrible situation, she felt hope, hope that they would be saved, and hope that they would make out it together. She then thought of her friends back at the lab. Did Angela get my message for help? Was the team doing everything they can to find us? She hoped that they could find at least an inkling of evidence that Robert left behind at her apartment. All she could do was wait. She brought herself out of her train of thoughts and looked to Booth. He looked so defeated. His hands were rigid and tense, like he was trying not to show her the pain he obviously was in.
Booth looked down to his hands and realized he had been pressing his fingernails so tight into his hands that they started to bleed. He gave out a pained sigh. He needed to get them out of here. But how? He thought he felt so much better after he finally told her how he felt about her, but it wasn't enough. He felt so defeated; it was so unlike him to feel this way. He felt that he had no control. He couldn't protect the woman he loved. He then felt her eyes on him and ever so slowly, lifted his head to look at her.
"Booth," she prodded gently.
"I need to get you out of here, Bones," he felt like he was in a trance. What Robert did made him feel like he would never get out of here.
She wanted to hold him so badly, it made her chest hurt. She would give anything just to touch him, to have him feel that she is with him. She cursed at the ropes that were holding her from him.
"We'll get out of here. I have faith that we will. Booth, you need to have faith too. Pray to the God that you believe in. I believe in you." She felt that her words weren't enough to get through to him. She also was feeling defeat, but she kept telling herself to be strong, even if she had to be strong for the both of them.
Her words at trying at encouragement were halted when the door opened yet again.
Robert had a smug look on his face when he walked up to Brennan, "Ready for round three?" He quickly pulled out a needle and punctured it into Brennan's arm. She immediately saw blackness. He started to drag her out of the room.
As out of it Booth may have been, he still had the strength in him to struggle against the ropes, what he didn't expect was the ropes must have been so old and broken down, that the fibers tore apart. Booth had to be quick or he would never get this chance again to save them.
He charged towards Robert and lunged at him. Robert had his back turned and heard the chair hit the ground and felt himself be pushed to the ground. Booth had the upper hand for awhile but since he was weak from the wounds, it didn't last long. Booth let out a grunt as Robert punched Booth in the ribs. Booth staggered, but quickly intercepted the next punch and round housed Robert right where he knew he could knock him out. He was successful. Booth ran over to Brennan. He would regret this but he had to do it to free them. He slapped her in the face to wake her up. She woke up disheveled and confused.
"Booth? Did you just slap me? What the hell just happened?" She then looked angry, but still very confused.
"I'm sorry I had to do that, Bones. We have to get out of her before he wakes up!" She looked down to see Robert was unconscious.
He brought her up to her feet and just for good measure; Booth kicked Robert in the face. Twice. That should keep him out just long enough to get out of here. Booth inwardly smiled to himself.
Booth quickly took Brennan's hand and walked them out of the room. He looked to find the nearest phone. He didn't find one. Damn it.
They ran out of the house as fast as they could go with their injuries to the nearest highway when they heard a gunshot.
