Chapter Nine:The Storm Before The Even Bigger Storm

????-???? - 3 hours to go

Brennan heard a knocking on the door above her. She sat there, thinking about how she's never get to see Angela or Hodgins again. How she wouldn't see Zach become a highly successful anthropologist. How she could never tell Booth how much she loved him. 'He could be dead right now', she thought silently to herself. She sobbed quietly into her knees when one of the voices upstairs caught her ear. It couldn't be!

"Cam, glad you could make it. Please make yourself at home." the voice of her kidnapped said,

"Thank you John. Do you have any wine, it was a tiring journey." that voice. it was defiantly the voice of Dr. Camille Saroyan. What was she doing here?

"We certainly do. what French home doesn't have a bottle or two... dozen. ."

"Thank you. Do you..." she was cut off.

"Yes. But you must wait. I gave her a promise of 5 hours, but she is down to three. I'll let her suffer a bit more."

"You clever John."

"Must run in the family. Come I'll fill you in on my next target. Shame I couldn't wait on this one." The footsteps faded. Brennan was once again left alone with her thoughts.

'Cam's related to this guy! no way it must be a mistake. I was sure he was the sniper killer Booth was after. Maybe he is and Cam's in on it. That would explain the shooting... they were after you. Booth saved you, even if he didn't mean to. Now he's in hospital, possibly even a morgue. How am I going to get out of this.'

Paris, France – 3 hours to go.

Angela walked back through the hospital. She had just help the security go through their camera's looking for Brennan. They had found what they were after.

She was darting back up to Booth's room, dodging several nurses determined to prevent her from hindering their hospital. she entered the room, and saw Jack sitting in the chair, eating a hospital jelly, his face lit up like a Christmas tree and Booth sitting up in bed and staring at his plate of food. 'Had he even realized Jack has stolen his jelly?'

"Booth, I have it." she said waving the tape, Booth snapped out of his trance,

"Put it in the player, did you find her?" He said as Angela placed the video in the player,

"Yes and something else." She pressed play on the machine.

The TV was filled with the hospital entrance. People were coming and going as the did and nobody seem worried about kidnappers or snipers. the time index at the bottom said 19:00pm.

"Ange that several hours to early." He said pointing with his good arm at the screen.

"I know, I'll fast forward." she held the fast forward button til the time index said the time of Booth's admittance. Jack at this point was leaning carefully towards the table after Booth's other jelly, while keeping an eye on the screen. They watched for about twenty minutes until the saw Brennan appear.

"That's her." Booth said, pointing,

"Right now watch." Angela voice was cracking here. She was upset that this was all they could do. Booth was the only FBI agent in the area, and she wasn't going to get too much help from the French Police.

the video carried on, Brennan on her cell phone when they saw a man. He waited until her call finished and then pounced. He grabbed her from behind stuffing a rag over her face. She struggled for a few seconds before the chloroform took effect. Angela allowed tears appear in her eyes. Booth's knuckles went white and Jack ignored the jelly to comfort Angela. They watched as the man carried her body away from the door into a black saloon that was parked in the lay-by. Angela went to stop the video, but Booth stopped her.

"Wait, look." they saw a women appear in the screen at the same moment the car door closed. "Ange, go outside and se if you can see the door from the path that women is coming down." nodding she left quickly, "Jack. Leave the jelly and go to the front desk. Ask for the visitor book from last night. Around 10 o'clock. Okay."

"Sure man. Bu if they refuse." He said in the doorway,

"Show 'um this." he tossed his badge at him, "If they keep refusing tell them to see me, and then i will ask nicely." Taking the badge Jack left quickly.

- 02.30 hours to go

Ten minutes passed when Angela and Jack returned. Jack had the book and pointed to a female name, Aimee Garnier. She had arrived at the same time that was on the video to see her brother who had broken his leg in a car crash.

"Good work, Hodgins. I'll make a investigator out of you yet." booth said, still reading the book,

"Thanks man, but I'll stick to bugs and slime when we get home." Jack said, failing to suppress a smile,

"Ring Jambon, tell him to talk to this girl, use her brother to find her. Ange can you see the car from there?"

"Easily. I could see the entrance yard from the car park about a hundred feet away. Aimee could have easily seen what happened."

"Right, Jack call him now. Use my cell, Angela should have it." Angela tossed Jack Booth's cell and he left to go outside to talk.

"We'll find her Ange. I have a promise to fulfill" Booth said, looking at her,

"I know we'll find her. I'm just scared how he'll we'll find her." Angela sobbed softly,

"We'll find her, and get the people that did this to her."

"But your in here."

"Remember the fridge?"

"Yeah..." Ange thought back to when booth had been blown up by Brennan's fridge, he had proceeded to escape from hospital, with Hodgins, get to the raiding team, with Hodgins, and then when in to the building to rescue her. "Your not..."

"Stop me." she said, simply and plainly.

"I only give token resistance because I know her chances are better with you there." At this Jack re-entered the room.

"Jam-bone in on his way. He'll be here in about half an hour. he's not happy."

"Who is?" Booth said. They remained silent in the room. thinking of ways to help Brennan.

????-???? - 2 hours to go.

Brennan was sleeping. Somehow she had cried so hard she didn't have the energy left to do anything. She leant on the table/bed and slept.

Upstairs in quite a comfortable parlor room Cam and John where enjoying a pleasant bottle of Sancerre Rouge and discussing business.

"John, how long is this secret mission of yours going to take?" She asked, taking a sip of the wine,

"As long as it does I'm afraid. The boss's want me to end the career of someone."

"Then why not just kill them?"

"Because, my dear sister, they want him humiliated. They want him to quit and be known as a failure. They want me to outwit him. I've seen him suffer."

"Who are you working for then? you normally tell me at least that?"

"Well, I suppose it's alright. I'm working for high-up members of the government and the FBI. It's and agent they want gone. He's far too much trouble." This caused Cam to think.

'Seeley was on a tricky case and was convinced it had some sort of cover-up, was he right?'

"John, tell me the name of this agent?"

"I can't do that. I have told you far too much already. Now on another subject..."

"Is it Agent Seeley Booth?"

"Why do you ask?" her brother looked at her strangely. She knew it was,

"He's a... friend and I work close to him sometimes. He's over here on a difficult case." John stood up.

"Never mind it Cam. Please. My work is my work. Now to the dungeon. The women you want so dead is there. We must prepare her for her death."

"Yes." Cam said, the energy returning to her, putting her brother work to the back of her mind for now.

Paris, France – 01:30 hours to go

"Agent Booth," Inspector Jambon told him, "You are to stay here. I have my best men looking for your girlfriend." Angela looked at booth hard, his face wasn't giving anything away.

"Inspector, I respect your wishes but if I do not have backing to leave and help with the search then I will leave and do it on my own."

"Agent Booth, please listen..." Booth cut him off,

"no you listen. Temperance is out there. probably in pain, most likely in a lot of danger. I certain its the watchman that's got her."

"No where else has he got her."

"She the best and can match most FBI agents for fieldwork. Killers panic if we get to close. He's panicked" Booth said. He turned his head to Angela, who was searching the FBI database from her laptop, "Any luck with matching the face from the CCTV?"

"Not yet." She said, but then the computer beeped and a face appeared, "here we go, a Mr. John Saroyan, aged 31. Wait! Saroyan!!" Booth, Jack and Angela stared at the screen. That was the face they'd seen on the CCTV. Jambon looked at them confused.

"May i ask what is going on?"

Booth looked at him. booth looked like he had been slapped by several wet fish. "Saroyan. He's the brother of one Dr. Camille Saroyan. Pathologist at the Jeffersonian Institute, Washington D.C."

"Our boss." Jack said. "Dude we have a conspiracy."

"Jack..." Angela said, but Booth stopped her.

"Go on Jack. I think you're right. We do have a conspiracy. There is no-way that John would do these killings for fun. He's working for someone."

"These killings are untraceable. Different round, different area, different women. Am I right?" Jack said,

"Yes. The only way we knew they were connected was the calling cards and..." he stopped.

"And... some high up FBI boos of yours?" Jack finished.

"Assistant Director Johnson, took over from Cullen after Amy died. he wasn't happy with Bones being out in the field, but statistics forced to keep her there. She knew nothing of the countless meeting I had with him about her. He wanted her charged with the shooting of Ken Thompson."

"Who?" Angela and Jack said together,

"The assistant of Senator Bethlehem who tried to light her on fire. He really wanted her gone. thinking back on it he's never said anything since the shooting got landed on my desk, after the DC one. Its as though he wanted me to fail. That way he got rid of me, as if the count got to high I'd be reassigned or I'd resign, and that put her back in the lab with no-one allowed to take her out. The squints would be locked up."

"Agent Booth," This voice belonged to Zach, who Angela had just called over the internet, "Two bits of news."

"They better be good Zach?" Booth said looking at him,

"First is that John Saroyan is no longer in the US, he applied for a extended visa in France two weeks ago. He has an address about an half an hour away from Paris, I'm sending it to Angela now."

"Good Zach. and the second?" Angela said

"Dr. Saroyan flew to Paris yesterday, family matters she said."

"Cam's with her brother, here at his house." Booth said, matter of faculty. "Inspector Jambon, please assemble a HRT team and get me a gun."

"Agent Booth..." Jambon began to protest, but Angela interrupted.

"Inspector. Its best to do as he says. Especially when Brennan's involved."

"What do you mean Angela?" Booth said, accusingly.

"You didn't deny her not being your girlfriend earlier." she said, giving him a knowing smile. Booth just blushed and said nothing.

He began to remove the tube, causing an uproar from the nurses that was put down by Jambon. What he said Booth didn't know but with Jack's help he got up, dressed in the suit he had been shot in, and went out the room to save her.