I opened my eyes and looked around. It was blurry, and my head felt as if I had walked head-on into a wall. After blinking several times, I could see around me somewhat clearly, and I realized that I was being carried. I quickly turned my head to see who it was, but I felt a sharp pain...and then it all went dark again.

I felt my head bang against something, and I sat up to see darkness. My forehead was throbbing, and I felt something warm...sweat or blood? I tried to rub my forehead, but found I couldn't. My hands were tied behind my back. I looked around to see darkness. It takes the average human twenty minutes for their eyes to adjust to darkness. I heard breathing...I wasn't alone. Good or bad? I wasn't sure.

It took me a few minutes to realize I was in a truck, or a van. My eyes began to adjust, and I saw three figures. The more my eyes adjusted, the clearer I could see Booth.

"Booth, Booth," I whispered, trying to scramble over to him. "Booth. Booth!"

"Wha...ughh...Bones?" His voice was cracked and broken.

"Booth...where are we? What happened?"

"I don't know...I—I don't know..."

The other figures rolled around in the corner of the van. "Gazzy? Iggy?"

"What?" replied Iggy groggily.

"Five more minutes..." Gazzy rolled over.

"No, kids, come on, wake up now!" Brennan made her way as best she could to them.

"Max?"

"No...Max isn't here...it's me, Brennan."

"What?" They both sat up.

"Max isn't here. Where are we?" Brennan asked.

"A van," Iggy groaned.

"We're going to need more than that," Booth mumbled.

"Who was that man who came into my office?" Brennan cut across him.

There was a pause, and Gazzy began to sniffle.

"Ter Borcht," Iggy replied solemnly.

"Bless you?"

"No. The guy. His name is ter Borcht. And..." Iggy faltered.

"And what?" I was afraid of the answer.

"And he's gonna kill us," Gazzy finished. As if the day couldn't get any worse.

(Cam's POV)

"The bars are made of stainless steel," Hodgins began.

"And are approximately two inches apart both ways." Angela brought up a picture on her holographic screen.

"Great," I said. "How long will it take to recreate the death?"

"With all the variables...I'd say about ten minutes."

"Great," I repeated. "I'll go and get Brennan." I went down the hall toward her office, praying as I went that Booth and Brennan were..."done."

"Brennan!" I turned the corner and looked into Brennan's office. The room was empty. I looked around, and at my feet was a pool of dark red...blood. Not a fatal amount...but close. Whoever it was would have passed out.

"ANGELA!" I screamed. "HODGINS!"

"What? Cam...what? Oh...oh my God..." Angela spluttered as she burst in the door. "Is that...?"

"I...I think so...blood."

"Whose blood?"

"I don't know...what is this?" I bent down and picked up a small ring on the floor.

"What is that?" Hodgins asked.

"A ring. Brennan's ring."

"Oh, my God." Angela was frozen.

"This is the poker chip that Booth always carries with him," I said, picking it up. "They took them..."

"Who? Brennan and Booth?"

"Brennan...Booth...and Max, Fang...Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, Dylan, Angel..."

"Oh...God..."

No matter what I said or thought, I loved Booth. He couldn't die. I wouldn't let him.

(Brennan's POV)

"We're gonna what?" My heart began to race.

"They're gonna experiment on us. And kill you." I gulped. Suddenly, a bright light surrounded me, making my eyes hurt. I felt wind on my body. And then I passed out.