Well, sorry that it has taken a while; I ran out of juice, I hope I haven't lost too many readers. Anywho, here is the latest instalment. Hope you enjoy .

He had finally found her, Doctor Temperance Brennan- she worked at the Jeffersonian and she was finally his. He was in the lift, humming along to some invisible tune, with a look of glee on his pale face. Idling with the gun between his fingers, he could not help but let out a small giggle when the lift finally pinged open. Practically tumbling out of the elevator doors he rushed forward and up a flight of stairs to his final destination. He was almost there, he could almost touch her- the only thing standing in the way of himself and his prize, was a door.

He panted heavily as he stood outside the door- he wanted his lungs full to the brim with oxygen for what he was about to do.

"Who designs a building with an elevator that only goes half way? Then god-damn stairs the other half." He muttered angrily to himself. Doctor B's apartment block was severely lacking in any architectural prowess, he thought to himself- perhaps if he had time after dinner he might burn it down.

Finally, he was ready and with a flourish knocked thrice on Doctor Temperance Brennan's oak door. Still fiddling with the gun, he smiled as Brenna's face poked out from inside her sanctuary.

"Yes?" Her blue eyes widened as she spotted the gun and the crazed expression on the man's face but still she held her position. Brennan could feel her heart beginning to pound faster as she realised something was not right.

The man continued only to smile.

Booth arrived the next morning with a box of doughnuts, ready to pick Bones up and take her to the Jeffersonian. Bounding up the stairs, whistling a tune from Barney that annoying purple dinosaur, he froze when he saw Bones' door was wide open.

"Bones." Booth felt the familiar feeling of panic begin to pound through his veins, dropping the doughnuts, he ran towards Bones' apartment.

"Bones?" He shouted again, hoping to hear her call out back to him. He hurried through each room for his partner; he checked the shower, under the bed, her kitchen cabinets- he even checked the fridge. There was nothing to show where she was, where she had gone or why the door was still open. Something was wrong.

Call it in, Seeley. Voices in his head. One saying: maybe, she had just been rushed and forgot to lock the front door on the way to work. Perhaps she needed milk and was at the store? Another knowing that she would never do that and something was terribly, terribly wrong. The one screaming out over all the other voices was the one that scared him the most.

He's got her.

Booth's hands were shaking as his dialled the FBI- he hoped that the rule about waiting twenty four hours to report someone missing would not count when the woman had previously been taken. Probably, no scratch that, definitely by the same guy. , he shut his eyes

An hour later and Forensics, Cops and everyone who ever owed Booth a favour, were swarming through Brennan's apartment looking for anything that might point to where the hell she was. Or who took her.

"We found a box of doughnuts. Smushed into the floor by the stairs." Said a man in blue overalls.

"Mine, from this morning, carry on looking." Booth barked- his temper was the first to go when he was stressed.

Booth was nervously running his poker chip over his knuckles, he looked down at his calloused hands and was surprised to find them still shaking. He tried to calm down, to relax as he let air rush in and out of his body; he shut his eyes and tried to imagine somewhere tranquil and serene.

However, the only thing running through his mind was the image of his Bones, curled up in a corner of that god-forsaken warehouse, looking half-dead. There was no way he would ever let that happen to her again. It was paramount that he got her back- he couldn't function without that woman. That stubborn, beautiful woman.

Damn it, when he got her back Booth was going to persuade Bones to get a safe job- like a schoolteacher or something...

He had decided that she was beautiful. None of the other women had been a patch on her, the way her hair fell gently around her face, the look of terror in her big, blue eyes and the curve of her bloodied, cut lip.

She was so alive and she was fighting to stay that way. She was a fighter- which in his opinion made her even more appealing.

His mother had always told him he would never get a woman who was pretty and smart and funny and who actually loved him. But, she was wrong- Doctor Temperance Brennan would prove that to mother-dearest once and for all.

He turned on his heels and skipped over to Brennan, who was tied clumsily to a bedpost. The sun was streaming in through a crack in his motel window. This place was awful as a second date, he thought to himself. He could do so much better, but it was a case of going somewhere the Police wouldn't look. He smiled at Doctor Temperance Brennan and offered her a slice of apple.

"The FBI will find me. Booth will find me." Bones spat at her captor, ignoring his offer of food. With her strong jaw set stubbornly, she vowed that would not this man win.

"Oh be quiet, Doctor Temperance Brennan. I'm going to take you to see my mommy." His face bore down on hers and that creepy smile found it's place on his lips once more. Brennan looked away and tried to keep her breathing steady.

"Come on Booth, find me." Brennan silently pleaded.