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Angela turned in her sleep as the cell phone on the bedside table sprang in to life. Jack sighed as he retrieved his wife's cell phone. He rubbed his eyes as he checked the name on the dial.
"Doc Brennan?" He nudged Angela who really did not want to wake up. "Honey it's Dr Brennan"
"Hey Sweetie" Angela didn't bother to open her eyes as she spoke in to the phone. There was a pause before Angela was suddenly very awake. Hodgins sighed as he followed Angela's lead and started getting dressed.
"Slow down" Angela sighed as she heard Brennan talking "You ok? Ok stay there. Jack and I will go to the Jeffersonian. Let Cam call Rebecca." Jack raised an eyebrow as he grabbed his car keys. He knew something was very wrong if they were being called in to the Jeffersonian at 1 am. He watched as his wife ended the call.
"Honey?"
"Booth. It's Booth" Angela was practically out of the door as she dialled Wendell and Vincent Nigel Murray. Daisy would meet them at the lab.
"What's Booth? Ang you are not making any sense" He jogged after her. His breath momentarily stolen by the frigid night air.
"He's missing. There were gunshots in his apartment and now he is missing" Angela tried to explain as quickly as she could.
"Oh shit"
"Exactly" She squeezed herself in to the driver's seat of the mini cooper as Jack absorbed the news. There was no way the Gravedigger had struck again but he couldn't shake the feeling the case regarding Heather Taffet wasn't over. Not yet.
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Booth was not happy. His head ached and he was aware of a small wound on his left temple that seemed to still bleed. He felt sick and had a very strange feeling his left arm was broken. What did Bones tell me? The lower arm has the radius and ulna. Bet one of those is broke. She would call it fractured. Oh God, Bones if you've been hurt. I swear. He dragged his thoughts away from the possibility that Brennan was injured as the anger burned in the pit of his stomach. He knew they had the wrong guard but now he wanted to get hold of the man that had tazered him and see how he liked being on the recieving end of a few hundred volts of electricity. He glared at the cold metal wall of the van, trying to work out where the van was headed to.
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Cam stood in the doorway of her office watching the assembled team. The Scene of Crime officers had sent what little forensic evidence there was straight to the Jeffersonian under Brennan's orders. Even though it was now well past two o clock on a Friday morning the place looked like lunchtime Monday. She was proud of her team but also terrified for her friend. Booth could take care of himself but if he is injured? Unconscious how can he get himself out of that? Cam looked across at Brennan who was quieter than Cam had ever remembered her, Hodgins was bent over a microscope as Angela talked to Daisy. Everyone looked up as Sweets and Gordon walked in.
"Booth is missing? No one called me" Sweets almost yelled. Gordon rolled his eyes as his dark fringe dropped in to his eyes.
"Do you know where he is? No. Well I didn't see the need to get a psychologist out of bed to use his soft science on the hard evidence we already have" Brennan snapped as she walked in to her office and slammed the door. Sweet's eyes widened as the door almost bounced fromit's hinges.
"Wow, suplimenting much? She is clearly angry at Booth for being abducted and yet she vents her frustration on me" He shook his head as Daisy looked up from her work.
"You think? Lance, honey I think she is annoyed with you. Not Booth" Daisy grabbed the file and held it to her chest, her frown almost childlike. "My Lancelot, Agent Booth is in trouble. We don't know where he is and we are not absolutely certain where and when he was taken or if he is injured so I can see why Dr Brennan is a little tetchy"
"Because she has finally acknowledged her feelings for him. Cool" Sweets smiled slightly as Angela clapped him on the shoulder.
"Lance Sweetie. I would just be quiet right now" Angela smiled.
"Exellent advice Mrs Hodgins" Gordon pulled the younger man away from the rest of the group. "Lets allow the scientist to their work"
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The van came to a halt later than Booth had expected it to. All the twists and turns made it difficult to work out where he was being taken. He felt sick as the unmistakable sound of an engine being turned off reached him. He swore under his breath and began to wonder how he was going to fight his kidnappers with a broken arm. But he knew he had to try. Tensing every muscle in his body he tried to keep his mind off the pain as the side door to the van slid open.
"Special Agent Seeley Booth" The man leaned over him. Booth was sure it was the same man that had attacked him earlier.
"Yeah, don't believe we have been introduced" Booth glared.
The tall thin man dragged Booth by his hair to the edge of the van as Booth aimed a kick to his assailant's lower legs. His attacker was caught off guard and fell to his knees. Booth headbutted him before trying to get to his own feet.
"Sorry but I can't stay around to chat" Booth fell against the side of the van as he hit his head. Once again he fell to his knees as his assailant laughed.
"Oh but I think you can Agent Booth" The thin man smiled as he pulled Booth's hair. "I think you and I have a lot to talk about. Heather Taffet for one thing, Dr Temperance Brennan for another" He watched as the colour drained from Booth's face.
"Don't you touch her! Don't you dare touch her!" Booth spat the words at the man.
"Thats the beauty of it though Agent Booth. I don't have to touch her"
A/N More soon!
