A/N:eeeep! 53 reviews! that's very good, the best i've done on here, but...still a while until i hit 100. O_o
in answer to your question, kaaayyytteee, yes i am skipping the gormagon thing. :] i hated that, too. so i guess this is maybe a little bit AUish. but not really. if that makes any sense.
"I made mistakes last time, cutie-pie," said Hecklend. "Mistakes that let you get away."
She was slumped against the wall as he spoke.
"You won't get away this time."
"Yes, I will." She licked her dry lips.
He stiffened. Her bloodshot eyes glared up at him. She did her best to avoid looking at her brother's body.
"They'll figure out where I am," she said.
"And then the FBI will come for me, is that right?" He laughed loudly.
Booth will come. He will.
Hecklend left her, and she slowly fell into a fitful sleep and began to dream. In her dream, it was not Booth bursting through the door to rescue her. Gunshots came from outside, the door swung violently open, and who else but Doctor Zack Addy walked in, his brown hair mussed, his dreamy brown eyes searching the room, locking on her. He said her name, released her from the handcuffs. Booth appeared in the doorway with a captured Hecklend in tow. Zack leaned forward, their lips touched—She jolted awake.
I have to stay calm. I can't break. They'll come for me. I know they will.
"Bones, I thought I told you to stay at the Jeffersonian."
Brennan looked at him from the passenger seat. "I'm not going to let you go alone—"
"I won't be alone, I've got backup coming—"
"Besides, you aren't the boss of me, Cam is, and I want to help you save Lily."
"As do I." Zack's head suddenly popped up from the backseat.
"Shit!" Booth slammed on the brakes and whirled in his seat. "Zack, what the hell are you doing here?"
Cars honked and drove around them.
"I said he could come," said Brennan, immediately coming to Zack's defense. "He cares about Lily just as much as you do."
"He's a squint! He belongs in the lab, not in the field!" Booth yelled furiously.
"Why is it such a big deal—"
"I don't want to have to worry about protecting you both!" Booth's voice shook the car slightly. "This guy Hecklend is dangerous! He won't hesitate to shoot either of you!"
Zack, who was unused to dealing with the FBI agent's anger, looked frightened.
"You wouldn't have to protect me if you gave me a gun," Brennan reasoned.
"You know what? No. Out."
"You can't kick us out of the car—"
"It's my car, damn it!"
"Booth, calm down." Brennan met his eyes. "Let us help rescue Lily."
Booth took a deep breath. His fingers flexed around the steering wheel.
"The longer we argue about it," said Zack, "the less chance there is of retrieving her uninjured—"
"Zack?"
"Yes, Agent Booth?"
"Shut up." He sighed. "Bones…Hecklend makes any move you don't like, you shoot him. Got me?"
Brennan nodded and took the small gun from Booth's outstretched hand.
She was six on the night when she fell asleep in her pink daisy bed and woke up in the back of a van. She screamed, but the gag over her mouth muffled it. She tried to thrash and soon realized she was bound. The van stopped and a young man opened the door. His black hair was greasy and his beady black eyes stared down at her with a frightening look. She cowered away from him as tears leaked from her eyes and a telltale warmth below her waist told her that she had wet herself. He pulled her out of the van and blindfolded her as she tried to struggle. He dumped her on a hard cement floor, removed her blindfold, and grinned at her.
"Hi there, cutie-pie," he said, his hands busy tying her to an exposed copper pipe. "My name's Drew."
She whimpered.
"I won't hurt you." His grin widened and his expression became sinister. "Tell me, cutie-pie. Have you ever been raped?"
Hecklend was in the middle of 'picking up where he left off'. The handcuffs had already come off, but any thought she had of escaping or even of struggling flew out of her head at the gun he held to her temple. So she bit her lip harshly and tried not to cry. She was still fully clothes, however, when the obvious sound of a car came from outside. Hecklend froze and stood. He didn't look at her as he said, "Wait here." Then he left and it didn't take long before she realized she wasn't handcuffed. She could run.
Booth parked the car and practically flew out of it, gun held aloft. Brennan followed, as did a hesitant Zack. There was movement in one of the dirty windows. Booth advanced, kicked in the door. He entered a short, narrow hallway, a doorway on either side of him. To the left was a dust and grime covered room that at one point may have been a kitchen. A sad excuse for a living room was to the right. I should have made Zack stay in the car, thought Booth. He held a finger to his lips. Brennan nodded, lifted the gun. Since Booth did not look back, he missed the man holding a gun to Brennan's head.
"Drop the gun, sweetie."
Booth and Zack turned as Brennan, clenching her jaw, dropped her gun. Hecklend had a firm grip on her upper arm as he slowly back up towards the door.
"Freeze!" said Booth. "FBI!"
Hecklend laughed. "I know who you are, Agent Booth, but I have a feeling you're in no position to make demands. Unless of course you really want this beautiful woman shot."
"Agent Booth…?" asked Zack hesitantly.
"Go find Lily," Booth ordered.
"Ah ah ah," Hecklend said, moving his gun from Brennan to Zack. "I'm afraid Lily Whitaker is my plaything."
"You can't expect to get out of here," snarled Booth.
"Actually, I can."
Hecklend flashed a grin. He pushed Brennan at Booth and ran. Booth steadied her and swore loudly before giving chase. Brennan ran after him, forgetting about her gun. Zack, meanwhile, did as Booth had ordered: he went to find Lily.
When Lily first attempted to stand, her legs felt like they were made of lead. After a few steps, they turned to jelly. She stumbled against the door as her legs nearly gave out. How long has she been here? The door opened suddenly, and she almost fell. She looked up in fear, expecting to see Hecklend, but instead came face to face with a certain squint.
"Zack?" she breathed. Is this a dream? Mary mother of God, that would be cruel if this was a dream.
"Lily." He sounded relieved. "Are you alright?" His nose wrinkled. "Why does this room smell like decomposing flesh?"
Not a dream! It's not a dream!
"Zack!" She threw her arms around his neck.
He stumbled back in surprise, awkwardly returning her hug.
"Oh, God, Zack, it's really you."
"Er, yes. Why wouldn't it really be me?"
He's puzzled. Oh thank you, God, thank you!
She gave a slight laugh, her head against his chest. She inhaled his scent; it was like heaven for her, who had smelled nothing but the disgusting stench of her prison.
"I thought it was a dream."
"You dream about me?" The more confused he became, the happier she got.
"God, Zack, I could just—" She stopped suddenly. Had I really been about to say that I could just kiss him? She looked up at him. What would he do if I did?
She contemplated that for a moment, and then it hit her. She pulled away from him suddenly. "Wait, is Booth here? Where's Booth?"
"He chased after Hecklend—"
Panic set in. Lily took off, only pausing to grab the gun she spied from the floor of the hall.
"Lily, wait!" Zack called after her.
She flew out the front door. Hecklend and Booth were facing each other, guns aimed, having a stare off while Brennan watched helplessly. Booth, directly in front of the door with his back to Lily, turned when she suddenly burst out of the building. Hecklend grinned maliciously and fired. Brennan shouted Booth's name. Lily reached out to push Booth away before the bullet could connect, but felt someone from behind push her. She landed atop Booth, knocking the breath from her lungs. Brennan yelled again, but not Booth's name.
No. Oh, God, no. Please, no.
She looked behind her, watched as Zack fell, as if in slow motion. Someone screamed and she dimly realized it was her. Hecklend didn't skip a beat. He aimed his gun again; so did Booth. Booth moved his finger to the trigger, but it was Lily who fired first this time. The bullet struck him in the leg and he went down. His next shot hit Lily, and she fainted.
A/N: cliffhanger. sorry in advance. haha.
hopefully everyone was in character. i imagined this could easily be part of a Bones episode, which means it's fine in my opinion. c'mon peeps, i had to add some drama. after all, Bones is a drama show.
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