You know what I hate? More than Twilight I mean? Flamers, I really really hate them. Check out the nasty review I got… I don't mind constructive criticism, but just criticism? That's just mean. So Brennan's less of a scientist and more of an emotional wreck at the moment, but in this story she's had some real bad news and has been told she's about to be killed, I think you can let her off for that. And Booth is not stupid, just a failing cook – which is funny. Jeez, do flamers have no sense of humour at all? For those of you, who do enjoy it, sorry for the rant, please enjoy this new chapter :)

Brennan shivered, tugging her jacket tighter around her slight form as the wind whipped through the thin material of her shirt and jumper. Hurriedly, she slid her key into the lock and slid inside the apartment building, heading towards her apartment with a determined look etched on her face. She unlocked her door and slid inside, closing it with a quiet click and feeling the warm rush of air from the central heating as soon as she stepped inside.

'Temperance.' She stiffened as she heard her name from the corner, sliding her phone from her pocket and turning to face whoever it was in her apartment. It made her blood boil, someone in her apartment without her permission – how dare they! She stood, resolute despite the multitude of bad news she'd received throughout the past couple of days.

'Who are you?'

'Oh you know… the person that brutally murdered your brother.' Brennan felt her temper rise and stared down at the floor, gritting her teeth in anger.

'Why are you here?'

'I told you, I'm going to kill you.'

'I know, but why are you here, here?'

'To kidnap you and take you to somewhere easier to clean in order to kill you.'

'How thoughtful of you, not to make a mess in my home. But there's one flaw to your… admittedly foolish plan.'

'Which is?'

'I have FBI protection.'

'And where is said protection now?'

'At his house, getting clothes. But there are agents surrounding this building.' She lied, her voice beginning to tremble as she frantically thought ahead.

'Then why was it so easy for me to break in here?'

'I don't know…'

'And why is your protection not with us now?'

'He thought I'd be okay in my own home!'

'Stupid deduction, he's not a good agent now is he?'

'Booth is a great agent!'

'So why is he not here!'

'Everyone makes mistakes!'

'And this one will cost you your life.' The man stepped into the light with a grin on his face, his rugged features almost handsome in the dull light. Brennan tried to take it all in, his sandy brown hair that was almost wavy and fell, raggedly cut, to just below his ears. His face was ordinary, green eyes and perfectly straight white teeth set in a strong jaw, no distinguishing features aside from a scar running from the left temple to the jaw which ran diagonally across his face.

'Nice uh… scar you have there.'

'I forget it's there.'

'Why?'

'I've had it for so long. I think my first wife gave me it with a wine bottle… but I forget.'

'Oh.' Brennan's voice was small, little more than a whisper as the man continued to move closer to her, fingers tightening around something he was holding in a clenched fist. With a shiver of horror she realised it was a rope, a long coil of rope that was wrapped up his arm and around his wrists. 'What are you going to do with the rope may I ask?'

'You may. And to tie you up with of course.'

'T-tie me up with?' The tremble in her voice was apparent.

'Of course? How else do you think I will kidnap you?'

'Oh, right, the kidnapping, I apologize.' Slowly, he advanced to her until he was one step away from her, the rope brushing the exposed skin of her forearms. He gave her a grin, which showed his perfect teeth and made the scar look even more grotesque than it already was. Brennan shrank back against the wall and flipped her phone open, dialling Booth's number on the speed dial. The man caught what she was doing and grabbed the phone as Booth answered. Hearing a familiar voice, Brennan drew a deep breath in her lungs and began to scream a description of the man to him.

'BOOTH HELP! 5' 6'' CAUCASIAN! SCAR ON HIS FACE FROM LEFT TEMPLE TO HIS JAW! GREEN EYES! SANDY HAIR! HEL-!' Her voice was cut off as a coil of rope was wound around her mouth, gagging her instantly.

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Booth stared at his phone in disbelief as he heard his partner's voice sound from the tinny speakers. His partner's screaming voice through the tinny speakers. Immediately, he seized a pad of paper and a pen and wrote down what she had screamed as quick as he could, filling up the space on the sheet with his cramped handwriting.

Booth! Help! 5'6'' *indecipherable* Scar on his face from *indecipherable* to his jaw. Green eyes. Sandy hair. Frowning in worry, he read and reread his sheet of paper, hoping for something to come to mind. All he knew was that he was in trouble. He had let the person under his care be possibly kidnapped by the person that had killed her brother. He was in so much trouble. With trembling fingers, he ended the call, which was now just static, and keyed in Cam's number.

'Cam?' He asked as she answered after the first ring.

'Booth? What's wrong?'

'It's about Brennan.'

'Yes?'

'I… left her at her place, for about half an hour whilst I got some clothes.'

'What? Why weren't you with her at all times! Why didn't she come back to your place with you?'

'I don't know…'

'Well? Is she okay?'

'That's what I wanted to call you about.'

'Oh no, you didn't.'

'I did.'

'And where is she now?'

'I don't know?'

'And why is that?'

'She's been kidnapped, most probably by the person that killed her brother.'

'How do you know?'

'She called me.'

'She called you? Whilst being kidnapped?'

'She had a few seconds and gave me a description. I'll bring in what I got from the call.'

'You better do, because you have a whole lot of explaining to do.'

'I know, I'm sorry.'

'Sorry isn't good enough for Brennan. You need to find her and also explain to your boss why you weren't there to help her when she got kidnapped.'

'I'll be right in. Get Angela to be there and ready to do an artists impression with the information I've got.'

'Will do.' She ended the call and Booth just stood for a second, staring mutely at his phone.

'I am in so much trouble.'

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