Brennan promptly stabbed her rigid fingers into his adam's apple, then grabbed the pinkie finger of his hand on her arm, and wrenched it back. There was a wet sounding snap. He would have screamed but all that escaped his damaged throat was a gurgle, and he dropped to his knees gagging and clutching his broken hand...
Brennan took a running step toward the building, but that's as far as she got before a big set of arms wrapped themselves around her from behind. One around her chest, the other hand forcing a cloth over her face!
"Chloroform!" Brennan's brain screamed warning.
She instantly braced her forward foot, and thrust her lower body back hard. As the side of her hip drove into the man's groin area, overbalancing him, she grabbed the arm on her chest, bent her waist sharply and quickly, , pulled on the arm and flipped the man over her shoulder, slamming him to the ground.
She kicked him in the temple, and lept over him for another try at the building. But he wasn't totally disabled, and grabbed her ankle as she stepped over him, bringing her down. Brennan, sprawled on the pavement, one leg snared, aimed a kick at his face with the other, , connected, and he was out.
She scrambled to her feet, but the first guy, still gagging, one hand limp at his side, tackled her and grabbed her blouse with his good hand, trying to bring her down again. Brennan promptly grabbed at that hand, and there was another wet snap, and the guy fell to his knees again, another broken finger angling crazily away from his hand.
As Booth was watching this all unfold on tape, he murmured "Good girl"
The "cop" gurgled a scream, and Brennan broke for the building, and was almost to the doors when the taser hit her...
Booth watched on the monitor as Brennan's body went rigid, then collapsed on the ground, spasming helplessly. The third man from the van, unseen until this time, the one who had tased her, walked over and gave her a nudge with his foot. Then he picked her up, and threw her roughly into the van. Booth watched, from the angle of the security camera, all he could see now of Brennan inside the van was part of her lower leg and foot. It looked like she was struggling to get up. The guy with the taser watched her a moment, then dispassionately and calmly hit her again with it...Booth watched as he saw Brennan's leg go rigid again, then begin spasming helplessly for what seemed like forever, then go limp...
Then the man slammed the back doors of the van shut, and he gathered up the other two men, who staggered over and got into the van, and they were gone.
Jack looked over at Booth. What he saw honestly scared him.
Booth was bent over the monitor, looking into the now empty screen. His brows were furrowed, his lips were drawn into a tight, hard line. The muscles of his jaws clenched and bulged as he ground his teeth. His body seemed like it was one huge tensely clenched knot, that threatened to explode any second. . Jack looked on, and realized Booth was actually trembling with rage.
"He'll pay for that...whoever that bastard is...he's gonna f*cking pay for that dearly." Booth snarled through his teeth.
"I'm sorry Booth, we didn't know what happened until it was all over." Jack said.
Booth looked at Jack, and Jack looked back into the face of a Booth he had never seen before.
Booth's face was set in a hard as granite scowl. . Hate boiled out of him in waves. His expression was...vengeance...vengeance was etched there. Worry for Brennan, to be sure, but also vengeance,pain and death for those who had done this to her.. The hair at the back of Jack's neck stirred.
Insanely, at that moment, all Jack could think was, "I'm some f*cking glad he's not that mad at me..."
