Hey! This is a really sort chapter but the action will start up a bit more in the next chapter, which I am going to start writing right now. So hopefully I will get it up tomorrow. Thanks again to all my loyal readers, I really appreciate your comments and patience :-)
"Huuuuuuu…" she gasped as the freezing liquid made contact with her heated skin, startling her awake from her bout of unconsciousness. The water trickled down her skin drenching the tank top she was wearing, causing her to shiver violently.
It took her a while to take in her settings and then the events of the day came flooding back to her as her eyes jumped from feature to feature around the dull basement. Then her eyes landed on the face of her captor.
She managed to look into the amused eyes, while she squinted around the pain from the concussion. Her gaze locked with his as she took in his facial features, the deep chocolate irises, the prominent curves of his mandible, all of which made up the familiar baby face of the new agent that had been forced into her life recently. He was a little younger that Sweets, evident by the messy hair and unkempt suit. How had this happened? It's not like she did anything to directly offend him, the confusion clouded her face, noticing this he gave a simple reply. "I don't like to be rejected." with that said he raised his fist moving it back and ploughed it into her abdomen, making her grimace as wave after wave of pain collided with her body as the action was repeated again and again.
The movement of the assault pounded the harsh metal of the cuffs against her wrists, causing them to swell and bleed. After the assault stopped it left her slouched over in a seated position, the only thing holding her up were the cuffs, which were stretching her arms above her head. He had left the room after the beating, this left her time to analyse her injures. She suspected a few fractures of the carpals: hamate and scaphoid and probable to a couple of her ribs. The rest were just smaller contusions that would heal fairly quickly. She was now stuck with her thoughts, trying to regain her breath and all she could think about was no one would save her this time. Her saviour was dead and she had missed her chance to say goodbye. With that though she let the tears that had welled behind her eyes fall, the tears that she had held in for far to long.
Booth ran into the lab and gathered all of the team in Brennan's office. Once inside he started the run down of leads and information that would help them locate the missing piece of there group dynamic.
"Okay, we have an address for a cabin that Darrow was know to go to. It is isolated and out the way. It's the perfect, most logical place to go to if your hiding something. And as we all know Darrow disappeared mid shift so there is definitely something going down." "I assembled a S.W.A.T team and they are staking out the cabin and I have been told that there appears to be movement inside. There are now waiting for may say so before they go in."
"That could just be the owner." Zach said.
"I already checked that, Frank Darrow the owner and Carls uncle is currently vacationing in France for 3 weeks." With the team briefed he said he'd call and let them know anything and headed out, leaving a hopeful team behind. If this worked out they could finally return to being a family.
