A few more chapters before I give up on this story, sorry if you liked it, but reviews will keep it going *hint hint*
The words kept swirling through Booth's head; he couldn't believe he'd even said those words, made the scenario real. They have her… he felt sick as he realised just how much he cared for her, how much he needed her right now. He remembered every time he'd saved her life, but what if he couldn't this time. What if she died this time? It would be his fault for leaving her alone. He swallowed dryly, barely able to draw a breath. She was irreplaceable; the gaping maw in his heart where she should be was painful even though it existed only in his mind. He folded his phone down with a trembling hand, sliding down against the wall, ignoring all the glances he got from the staff. The package lying on the floor next to him was inconspicuously wrapped, the brown paper held together with the same shade parcel tape. He couldn't bring himself to open it. He closed his eyes, forcing the tears not to fall; he had to stay strong for her, to help find her. A hand touched his shoulder and he turned to see Grissom kneeling next to him.
'Griss… I…' He felt tears rush into his eyes and dashed them away briefly with the back of his hand. Grissom pulled the younger man to his feet, his blue eyes spying the package lying on the floor.
'It's okay. What's that?' He bent and picked up the package, snapping on his plastic gloves before turning it over in his hands.
'They… left it in our hotel room. When they…' His throat worked. 'Took her.' Grissom placed a hand on his shoulder.
'Booth. It's okay. I need to get this processed. Greg!' He called to a young CSI walking down the corridor in jeans and a tee. Greg turned on his heel and walked up to where Grissom and Booth were standing.
'Yes?'
'Process this with me. Stat. They got Brennan.' Greg blanched, running a hand through his unruly, spiky hair.
'Who are they?'
'They… I don't know… I just assumed because of this…' Booth held out a note, written in Brennan's handwriting. Grissom took it in his gloved hands.
'You touched this.'
'I did… I was scared, but I used a clear plastic freezer bag when I handled it. Now is the only time I touched it without.' Grissom nodded and walked off, Booth following him dutifully, scared for the safety of Bones.
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Sara looked at the screen and gulped, hearing the heartbeat of her unborn child sound throughout the small room.
'Sounds healthy…' She heard the obstetrician say, feeling the gentle rub of the ultrasound scanner on her flat stomach. It was hard to believe there was a child in there. Her and Grissom's child. She froze the image and Sara squinted, trying to make sense of the jumbled black and white shapes on the screen. She couldn't see anything, but obviously the doctor could and highlighted it.
'There's the head.' Sara looked away, the sounds suddenly too loud, the lights suddenly so much brighter. The obstetrician removed the scanner from her stomach and turned the scanner off, cutting off the sound of the all-invading heartbeat. 'Are you okay?' Sara nodded, sweat coursing down her back.
'I just feel how I felt about an hour ago.' The woman nodded sympathetically and handed her a sheet of handwriting on a prescription form.
'Broad-spectrum antibiotics. It sounds like you have an infection. Get this prescription filled at the pharmacy and take two a day until it passes.' Sara nodded gratefully and left the room, the chill of finally confirming all her suspicions resting heavy on her mind.
'I'm sorry Griss.' She whispered as they filled her prescription and handed it back to her, the pills rattling in the orange bottle.
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Brennan lay curled up on the floor, her wrists stinging from where they had been taped to the chair and she'd had to pull the tape off. She hurt all over; her ribs ached where they'd manhandled her to… where? Her head was aching; rhythmic stabbings of pain spidering across her skin like a band. She pulled her legs up underneath her and rested her head on her arms. She imagined Booth and all the memories they'd shared, specifically their first kiss, when the DA was watching. She hadn't cared about anything but him, feeling flustered afterwards, hiding the rush of emotions that the kiss had provoked. She realised as she felt tears crawl down her cheeks just how much she loved him. That was why she's taken the bullet from the gun and thrown it into some dark corner. If she killed herself, Booth would fall to pieces, break apart without her.
'Booth…' She whispered sadly, his voice echoing through her mind as she thought of him. She curled tighter into a ball, her heart breaking as she tried to push Booth from her mind. She would probably never see him again, at least whilst she was living. 'I love you… save me…' She whispered, her voice breaking as she did so.
More? Love you ~ Erin
