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A slight warning... things are about to get a little dark...

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Booth slumped back into the couch. Did he go after her, or did he give her some space? That was the great debate in his head. The whole night had gone nothing like he'd hoped; he was supposed to be cuddling with her in bed, not sitting alone on his couch with a busted mouth.

Damn, she could hit.

He wanted more than anything to go after her. Call her and explain everything that had happened... and maybe tell her his feelings somewhere in the middle. But he knew she needed time and he wasn't supposed to be running all over DC. The bureau would have his ass if they knew he'd left his hotel room as it was. He should have just stayed put and followed protocol; not let his heart get in the way. More than anything, though, he prayed he hadn't just blew it with her.

She had every right to be angry with him. Maybe his intention was to have her informed about his faked death, but he should have just told her himself. He should have called her... sent an email... a smoke message... anything. What had he expected? Her to fall into his arms and tell him how much she missed him? That wasn't the woman he knew. He should have known to duck.

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"Still no sign of her?" Cam popped into Angela's office where she was lounging around with Zach and Hodgins. They were back at work today, but there was no chance of getting anything done.

"Nope, I think she's avoiding us," Angela just shook her head. There had been no word from Brennan since that day at the hospital and she hadn't been responding to calls or text messages.

"She was here yesterday," Zach piped up. "She sent me home early. It was very odd."

"I just hope she hasn't taken off to New Guinea or some other crazy island. She tends to do that," Angela loved Brennan, but she was certainly an exhausting friend to have.

"She's probably just taking the day off, Ange," Hodgins was doing his best to be reassuring. Although, truthfully he wouldn't be surprised if she was off on some plane to the other side of the world. "I'm sure she's fine."

Cam slouched down in an empty chair, "The funeral is tomorrow. I'm sorry, I know Dr. Brennan is our friend. And that she's a little... special... but I'll be pissed if she doesn't show up tomorrow. He took that bullet for her." She noticed the judgmental stares from all around, "What? I'm sorry. But she should be there. Booth deserves that. She shouldn't be running off to the other side of the world..."

"You know how she feels about Booth, Cam," Angela stepped in to try and defend.

"Yes. So she should be there!"

"I agree, but..." Angela just shook her head.

"Its a shame you know," Hodgins just stared of into space. "She finally meets the guy..."

"What guy?" Zach questioned.

"I know... God, they would have been good together..." it broke Angela's heart. "He was so excited to take her to that Karaoke bar..."

"I know," Cam softened. "I actually didn't want to go, but he was so excited."

"He really loved her," Hodgins was the first to say it out loud.

"You know, maybe its good that it never happened?" Cam tried to look on the bright side. "With how it all turned out..."

"Yeah... maybe..." A tear slid down Angela cheek and she held Hodgin's hand. "I can't imagine what she's going through."

"Maybe it would be better for her if she left," Cam shrugged. "I don't know. I just really want her to be there... I know that's what Booth would want."

"Dr. Brennan isn't leaving," a voice came from the doorway of Angela's office. Sweets, "At least, she wouldn't leave without explanation. She'd have to explain her rational reasons for leaving, so it wouldn't look like she was running away."

"What are you doing here Sweets? Come to commiserate with the rest of us?" Hodgins scooted over from his place on the couch to make room for the young doctor.

"I thought I'd see how you all were doing. Perhaps offer my services..."

"Oh, please... no shrink stuff," Angela groaned.

"Sorry... But um... back to Dr. Brennan, I doubt she will willingly make an appearance at the funeral tomorrow. But I'm sure she's hasn't left. She wouldn't do that without talking to the rest of you."

"Seriously, Sweets? Have you met Brennan? I wouldn't put it passed her to be on a plane to Casablanca right now," that had usually been Angela's experience. "Anytime something gets too close..."

"But she talks to you about those decisions? Am I right? She gives you reasons for her leaving- warped excuses- but reasons none the less. She can't take take off without justifying it. She would feel like she was abandoning the situation if she did... which goes back to the trauma of her adolescences..." Sweets was sure of this. He wouldn't have kept Booth's secret from her if he thought she would end up thousands of miles away; it would be too risky.

"I hope your right."

"So where is she then?" Cam saw a flaw in Sweet's logic.

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"You're awake," a grim voice came from the shadows.

Brennan's eyes were fluttering open slowly. Her head felt heavy and weak; she reached out to rub her temples and discovered she couldn't. Her hands were tied behind the chair she was sitting in. How did this happen?

"You were quite the sleeper?" The voice called to her again and this time she looked for it. "But that might be from the flunitrazepam running through your system."

"What?"

"Flunitrazepam. I shouldn't think I'd have to explain that to you, Dr. Brennan," The voice in question flicked on a light switch from the opposing wall. Brennan's tired eyes adjusted to the thin haired older man. No one she recognized. And now she was in what appeared to be a basement... alone with him.

"You drugged me?"

"Well, I doubted you would have gone willingly," He said with a smirk as he approached her.

"Who are you?" Brennan tried to keep her composure but she could feel panic setting in. This wasn't the first time she'd been abducted... but it just wasn't one of those things you ever get used to.

"I really don't think you're in the position to be asking questions, sweetheart," His eyes looked her over. He could tell she was testing her restraints, but it looked like he'd done a pretty good job. She wasn't going anywhere. "How about I start the interrogation. And if your a good girl, maybe I'll answer some of your questions." He leaned in close to her face; loving the power he had over her.

Brennan just spat at him.

But he only laughed and wiped his face with his sleeve, "That was a mistake, sweetheart."

His grim smile quickly turned to anger as he knocked to chair to the ground. A painful cry came from her lips as the side of Brennan's head collided with the cold pavement floor of the basement. Not enough to knock her out, but it did disorientate her.

He reached out and grabbed the chair and repositioned it standing up, bringing Brennan with it, "Let's not do that again, okay? You know I'm really not a bad guy. But if you keep that up, I'll make sure the next time your boyfriend see you, he won't recognize you."

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Is that right?"

"Yes," she spoke honestly. Maybe he'd made a mistake... maybe she wasn't the one he wanted.

"Good. Then you should have no problem telling me what Seeley is doing," He watched with a sick pleasure as her eyes turned to horror. Not her boyfriend his ass.

Her lips quivered and she tired to control them, "Booth is... Booth is dead."

"Booth, huh? Is that what you call him? I bet that just makes him go all kinds of wild, doesn't it?"

"I don't know what that means."

"I know Seeley's not dead, princess. I've seen you go into his apartment every night," He walked behind her and began tracing his hands long the back of her neck.

"You've been following me?" her skin began to crawl; how had she not noticed?

He squeezed her neck, "No questions for you, got it? Now what's Seeley planning?"

"Booth's dead," She repeated.

His grip on her neck only tightened, "You think you're protecting him, sweetheart? Do you even know what kind of man your sucking off every night?"

A small gasp escaped her, he was giving her just enough air to breathe, but hardly.

"I'm sure he loves it, doesn't he?" the man teased and leaned her chair to the side; threatening to once again drop her. "You ready to start telling the truth yet?"

Brennan just remained quiet.

"You know you're a beautiful woman," his hands moved from the back of the chair down to her shoulders; he felt her body tighten on contact. "Don't worry, that's not really my style. But after I get through telling you what kind of man your Booth is... you'll be begging for it."

So, if you haven't guess, Brennan as been abducted by the guy that Booth and the FBI were trying to track down. Very scary situation for her... as all of her friends think she "needs space" at this time. Uh oh!

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