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Chapter Seven

The next couple of hours were chaos. Booth and the squints searched the entire lab but came up dry. Then Cam called the police, but they said that they had to wait a full 24 hours before they could declare Brennan missing. Booth got so infuriated that he punched a police officer and was arrested. Cam bailed him out.

"She can't be far, Seeley," Cam said reassuringly as she placed her hand on his.

"Camille…" Booth said pulling his hand away. "Not now. He's got her. I know it. She fits his profile. We got to find her." He got up and walked towards the Angela's office, where the squints were rallied.

"Hey Booth," Angela said. "You okay?"

"No," Booth said. "It's him. Our killer…he's got her…"

"Which means she's got a week," Zach said.

"Zach…" Hodgins said.

"It's true," Zach said. "All his victims survived a week. Two weeks later their bodies were found."

"Which means we got to find out where he kills them," Booth said. "Hodgins, do your thing. Find out where he's got Bones. Now."

Hodgins quickly left the room.

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"What are we doing here?" Angela asked as she stepped put of Booth's car. It had been 3 days since Brennan disappeared and they had found nothing. Hodgins was still working on some particulates he couldn't identify. And they were running out of time.

"I realised that we weren't looking at this right," Booth said. "This man doesn't have a personal grudge against his victims. They're almost picked at random. But he knows them from somewhere. At least knows where they go. How else can he take them without anybody seeing? How else did he know where to find Bones?"

"So why are we at John Rollands' house?" Angela asked.

"We are going to get the families of all our victims to give us a list of everywhere the victims went and everyone they saw regularly," Booth said.

"That might be hard," Angela said.

"I know, Angela," Booth said. "I know. But what do you want me to do? I can't lose her. I just can't."

"Okay," Angela said. "I don't want to lose her too, Booth. She's my best friend, remember? You're not alone in this, okay?"

"Yeah," Booth said. "Let's go."

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Brennan had never been so scared in her life. She had no idea how long she had been there, in that dark, cold-as-ice place. Hours, days, maybe weeks. She had been kidnapped before, and Booth always came to save her. He was always there. She knew he was looking for her right now. She knew he wouldn't give up on her. He never did. She knew her odds though. This man, whoever he was, he knew what he was doing. She had no idea who he was, or where they were. The room was dark, and she never saw his face. He had sneaked up behind her and that was the last thing she remembered. He came in from time to time, he would feed her, or touch her, touch her in ways she wanted no one to touch her in, and sometimes he would hit her, and disappear into the shadows. She feared when Booth found her, there would be nothing left but rotting flesh and bones…she found herself thinking about him often. About his smile, his smell, the way he called her Bones, how she had always said she didn't like it, but now she wanted nothing more that to here him say it. She couldn't logically explain to herself why she thought these things. Maybe because she thought of him as her hero. She was a damsel in distress (though she never thought she would ever need a man's help; she was perfectly capable of defending herself) and Booth always seemed to be saving her lately. The lack of proper nutrition probably didn't help either. That was probably why. It couldn't possibly be anything else. She just needed him. It was perfectly logical. At least that's what she kept telling herself.

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"Bovine meat," Hodgins said.

"What?" Booth said, frustrated. He and Angela had visited all the homes of all the victims and were waiting on the results. That was three days ago. And still nothing. They had 19 hours to find Bones, or she would be dead. Booth wasn't in the mood for Hodgins' incessant rambling.

"Bovine meat was found embedded in Heather Rollands skull," Hodgins said. "She was kept in a meat packing plant, or a butcher's shop…"

"Good," Booth said. "That's something. But we need those lists."

"Here they are," Cam said as she walked through the doors. "Four of them anyway. It's quite a long list…"

Booth grabbed them out of her hand and began to look through them. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help?" Booth snapped.

Cam sat down and began to help. Things had changed between them since they broke off their…well, it wasn't really a relationship. Cam knew that Booth didn't have any feelings for her. She wasn't hurt by it; he knew where his heart truly lied. Cam knew by the way he looked at her, the way he was always looking out for her, that he truly loved Temperance.

"I found it," Booth said after hours of reading. "Mayner Butcher Shop. 34 Constitution Avenue. Victoria Del Monte went there every Wednesday. Melanie Haven every Sunday…"

"And Anna McAllister every second Tuesday, Kayla Carter every Saturday," Cam said.

"Okay," Booth said. "I'm going."

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Booth entered Mayner Butcher Shop ten minutes later. He quickly found the owner. His name was Danny Mayner. He was about six feet tall. Booth knew he had his man. He would find Brennan soon. He arrested him and brought him to the Bureau. He was getting a search warrant to search the shop. Booth looked down at his watch. 13 hours left.

"Where is my partner, Mayner?" Booth said angrily.

"What?" Mayner replied. "Look, you have the wrong—"

Booth snapped. Within seconds, Booth was out of his seat and had Mayner pinned up against the wall, his hand tightly on his collar.

"Look," Booth spat, turning red with rage. "Don't play this game with me. You will lose. You have 30 seconds to tell me where you have her or I will stick a bullet in your head."

"Where's my lawyer?" Mayner said. Booth let go of Mayner stepped out of the interrogation room, where Angela was standing.

"He's not talking?" Angela said.

"No," Booth said. "He's laywering up. How long does it take to get a damn search warrant?!?"

"Calm down," Angela said. "It's coming, okay?" Suddenly, Angela's phone rang.

"Hello?" Angela said into the phone.

"Hey Angela," said Zach's voice on the other line.

"Hey Zack," Angela said. "What's up?"

"You guys might have the wrong guy," Zach said.

"What do you mean we might have the wrong guy?" Angela said.

"Cam and I were looking through the list of employees for Mayner Butcher Shop," Zach said. "And I found an employee by the name of David Caprice. His wife is a teacher at St Edmunds Elementary."

"David Caprice?" Angela said. "Okay, thanks Zach. Bye." And she hung up.

"David Caprice?" Booth repeated. "Any relation to Donna Caprice?"

"His wife," Angela said. Booth flipped open his phone and dialled a number. He asked for any priors for David Caprice. "How tall? Weight? Thanks. Bye. David Caprice is six-foot-two and 235 pounds. He was arrested 3 years ago for assault and battery. I think we should go talk to him."

"Agent Booth?" a man said as he opened the door. "Here's that search warrant you requested, sir."

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"Mrs. Caprice," Booth said. He had quickly driven to the Caprice house, hoping David Caprice would be there. "Is your husband home?"

"No, Agent Booth," Donna replied. "He's at work."

"Thank you," Booth said and he sprinted to his car. He quickly called for backup at Mayner Butcher Shop. He sped down the street, siren blaring. What if Caprice knew they coming after him? What if he had already…Booth shook the thought from his mind. He had to save Bones. It was the only thing that mattered now.

He pulled into the parking lot of the Mayner Butcher Shop. Backup had already arrived. They were waiting for Booth's signal. They all stormed into the shop, which was closed. They searched the whole building from bottom to top, but found nothing. Then Booth heard somebody yell from out back, "Agent Booth! We found something!"

Booth quickly ran outside and saw what the officers had found. It was a storage shed. "Should we go in?" an officer named Jenkins asked.

"No," Booth said. "I'm going in alone. He might hear us and kill her. Keep a look out."

Booth put on a bulletproof vest quietly entered the small building. It was dark and cold. Booth had a flashlight on and his gun ready. He slowly went down a narrow flight of stairs. With every step, his heart beat faster and faster. He slowly walked into the darkness of the cold room. It reeked of meat. Booth walked past meat hanging from the ceiling until he reached a small room he opened the door, and saw David Caprice, meat cleaver in one hand, Brennan in the other. Booth pulled the trigger of his gun, but his bullet did not meet its target before the meat cleaver made contact with Brennan's skull, whose limp body fell to the ground.