(Brennan's POV)

I awoke on the cold metal ground, my shoulders sore. I tried to rub my head, which was still throbbing. This time, I succeeded; my hands were untied. After a few minutes, I realized that I was in a cage. About five by five by five, stainless steel bars about two inches apart both ways. My hands were bloody around the knuckled and wrists. Defensive wounds.

"Vell, vell, vell. Vhat do ve have here."

That was the voice I heard. What did Gazzy call him?

"Let me see..." Ter Borcht. That was it. I heard him walking the floor.

"Fang. Max. Angel. Dylan. Nudge. Ze Gasman, vhat a revolting name. Und Iggy. And you." I heard him approach my cage.

"Vhat a pretty little thing you are. Vhat is your name?" I was silent. "Come on, sveetie. I don't bite." I was still silent. I heard a click, then a creak, and then I was being pulled to my feet, out of the cage. I tried to run, but ter Borcht's grip didn't move off my waist.

"You bastard...let...let go of me!" I tried to kick him, but failed.

"Oh, sveetie. Stop your fighting. I don't vant to hurt you." He used his free hand to tuck a dirty lock of hair behind my ear, running his hand down my cheek to my chin.

"Get the hell off of me!" I launched a final side kick. It hit him square in the chest. He gasped for breath, but quickly regained his balance.

"Sveetie. You are too pretty for me to keel just yet. I do...someting elze."

I knew what he meant...anyone would. My mind raced...I had to get out here...NOW!

(Booth's POV)

The room was dark. I had figured out already that I was in a cage, when I heard Bones yell.

"You bastard! Let go of me!" Bones! I looked around and saw that there was another cage on the other side of me. Iggy was in it. "Iggy, Iggy," I whispered.

"What?" Thank God. He wasn't dead.

"Do you have anything? Bombs? Grenades? Bazookas?"

"Well...I have your gun."

"You have what?"

"Get the hell off of me!" I heard Brennan yell.

"Okay, just...give me the gun." I heard something slide over the floor, and I jammed my fingers through the bars of my crate, getting it just barely. There was only one bullet left. I cocked it and only then realized that I couldn't see what I was aiming at. I had to take a blind shot. A shot in the dark.