Chapter Eight:

Booth took a moment to digest the information. The silence was deafening, and all the team members just looked uncomfortably at each other, all wondering which one of them was going to be brave enough to speak up.

Angela was getting reading to speak up when she heard Booth intake a sharp breath. "Angela, are you sure?"

"Booth . . ." Angela felt sorry for him. It was a shock to everyone, but Angela knew that Booth would be blaming himself for something that he had no control over.

"No Angela, I mean, it could be the angle of the camera, it could be the way she is laying, it could be over sized clothes . . . something other than that." Booth was trying to find a way to wrap his brain around what he had just heard. Brennan was pregnant, locked in a hell, struggling to survive.

He pulled the phone away from his ear, and struggled with the emotions that were raging inside of him. His worst nightmare was realized. "DAMN IT!" He screamed. Sully rushed over to his friend's aid. He knew there was something drastically wrong.

Booth brought the phone back up to his ear. The team could hear him struggle to regain control of his breathing.

Cam shot a pointed look at everyone, "Booth, we need you to get him to tell you where she is. She is still alive, she is fighting to make it back to us. We need you to do what you do best and we will do what we do best. We will get her out of there." She tried to calm him down. "Seeley, you can't lose it now. We are so close."

"Cam we need to get to her." Booth

"We will Booth." She reassured him. "Get back quickly. Call us when you get in."

"I'll be there as soon as I can be." Booth said effectively hanging up the call.

Cam looked back at the rest of the team. "We have to hurry guys. She looks dehydrated and probably has not gotten any medical attention for her pregnancy." Cam looked at her watch. "Booth will be back in a couple of hours. We have to make as much headway as we can with what we have. Start analyzing anything we can get out of the pictures."

Angela held sought Hodgins' embrace. "Jack we need to find her."

"We will Babe." He assured her. Angela looked up at the computer monitor and stared at it, hoping that something would jump out so they would find her.

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Booth tossed Sully a look. "Bones needs us to find her now."

"Booth what happened?" Sully questioned, even though he was sure he didn't want to find out. He followed Booth over to the car. Booth opened up the back seat and grabbed Andrew Miller by the collar, hoisting him out of the car and throwing him down to the ground.

"Where is she?" Booth screamed at him.

"Who, your precious Dr. Brennan?" Miller smiled wickedly at him, getting up to his feet.

"Where is my partner?" Booth growled. Sully knew that Booth was going to quickly lose his temper.

"You should have heard her beg. No, you didn't need to hear her beg, you heard her beg that night, the night you had her in the hotel. Tell me was she good? I couldn't wait to have her." Miller baited him. "She begged and begged for me to stop. She didn't put up as good of a fight as I thought she would, with as you pointed out being trained in self defense. Then when she found out she was pregnant, she started begging for me to leave her and her child alone. Imagine that, a woman who doesn't want children trying to protect something she never wanted."

Booth grabbed him and threw him back down on the ground. "You son of a bitch!" He repeatedly kicked Miller in the stomach releasing the breath he hadn't known he been holding.

Sully jumped in, pulling Booth off of Miller. "Booth, stop! We aren't going to accomplish anything this way."

Miller stood back up groaning, watching as Sully attempted to restrain Booth. "Finally I meet a government worker with a brain. She's. I'll take you to her, if sensible one drives. Agent Booth is too preoccupied right now to insure safety on these winding roads."

Sully nodded and Booth handed him the keys. Sully went to the SUV and started it. Booth escorted Miller back to the SUV, ramming his head into the door. "Sorry, I must have been too preoccupied to remember to open the door." Booth smirked at him. He helped Miller back into the SUV, hoping that he was getting closer to her.

Miller directed them back to interstate 95 south and slurped on his drink. Booth turned around and looked at him. "You told us why you picked Dr. Brennan, why the others?" Booth questioned. Booth may not have been as eloquently trained as Sully, but he still knew how to question people and get what he needed out of them.

"Isn't it obvious?" Miller asked.

Sully shook his head. "We only know about Dr. Brennan. You wanted to break her. Is that your MO? Breaking strong women?"

"It's not like that Agent Sullivan." Miller said. "I'm not the regular kidnapper."

"You don't kidnap just to kidnap." Booth supplied. "You take the women who don't fit into your world. You kidnap the ones who stick out, who have things to live for. Brennan lived for her work, for finding justice. She was finally happy for once."

"The gold star goes to Agent Booth." Miller sneered. "Jessica needed to have it all too. She was a lawyer working on a high profile divorce case in Ohio."

"Jessica West?" Sully asked. He had worked on that case two years ago. She had just vanished from a bar one night.

"Yeah. She helped women fleece their husbands of everything they had, said that they deserved it for being there. That bitch did nothing in during our twelve years of marriage, and she gets half of everything I own!"

Booth spoke up. "She was your first. Your wife left you so you killed the lawyer that helped her."

"They were sleeping together." Miller admitted. "I didn't just kill them. It would have been too easy just to kill them."

Booth shook his head. "Them? You killed your ex-wife as well?"

"Jamie had it coming, but everyone thinks she ran off with the pool boy. We had the picture perfect life. A great house in the suburbs, married right after college. She had it coming ruining all that."

"No you broke their spirits. You took away hope. You took away what they had to live for."

"Very good Agent Booth."

"Why?" Sully asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Booth told him. "He is just like every other serial killer. His mommy didn't show him enough attention. What happened to your mommy?" Booth chided the man, now he was the one who was baiting him.

"Don't you ever talk about her! My father called her a free spirit, and he tried to break her but he couldn't. But I could." Miller replied in a sing-song voice. "She drowned. She always complained she was drowning."

Miller Flashback

A young Andrew Miler woke up in the middle of the night. He heard his mother and father yelling again, they were always yelling about Mary's free spirit. The dinner was barely edible and his father was sick of her neglect towards his feelings all the time. Andrew heard the magic words "Let's get divorced" come out of his mother's mouth. He was not going to be one of those children who had to move out of the comfort of his home because of his mother not fitting in.

Young Andrew heard his father grab his keys to go drinking again, which meant it was going to be a bad morning. He had to stop it once and for all. He followed his mother out to the pool. She always went skinny dipping during hot summer nights. Andrew hated her for that, his friends could never come over because of that. He longed to have a slumber party with his friends as well.

He watched as she swam laps, watched as her leg cramped up. Watched and did nothing.

End Flashback, back to the present time.

"And I just watched as she screamed, begging for me to help her." He finished telling them the story. "I saw her give up hope, it was such a fascinating thing. Dr. Brennan has lost hope Agent Booth. It is just a matter of time now."

"You don't know Bones. You don't know me. She knows that I am going to find her. She will never lose hope that I will find her." Booth asserted.

"We will see about that. Agent Sullivan, turn off at the next exit and make your first right." He instructed, taking them to the house where Booth hoped that he would find his partner.

AN: A reviewer asked me how long this story was going to be, and quite honestly I don't know. I have the general story line mapped out, but don't know how long I am going to go. Anyway, please review, it feeds the author's soul and rocks her socks. There are so many place I could take this, if you have an idea, let me know! Thanks for reading.