Temperance let the man drag her up the stairs to the corridor, not even trying to make it easier for him but she didn't struggle either. She had gotten several hits to her head as Jasiri and she had been ambushed just around the corner of Jeffersonian. The security had tried to help but the men had shot them before they could get to them. This had lead to the point where Jasiri and Brennan had fought for their lives. After a while of fighting the men had somehow managed to knock out Jasiri and not long till Temperance was down too. The man who was now dragging her along the corridor had a tight grip and he was carrying a rifle. As Brennan stared at the gun her hopes for escape slowly died. She only wondered where Jasiri had been taken to.

The man threw Brennan on the floor of the corridor. He sat on a chair that was next to an office door pointing his rifle on Brennan who had stayed on the ground in the position he had thrown her to. She didn't feel like getting up. She wanted to think. Brennan thought about passed days and tried to collect every detail of them. She remembered what the lab area had looked like few minutes ago, the positions of the men and where Booth, Pickering and her colleagues had been sitting. She thought for a long time, calmly collecting her strength. Brennan noticed the man guarding her relax more as he saw she didn't move. She knew this was her chance and that the lives of her friends would depend on it.

Brennan collected all her remaining strength and attacked the man. Her fast, sudden attack surprised the man and he opened fire. It was too late for him; Brennan was too close and he missed, as she hit his hand as hard as she could. The one single hit lead to a messy struggle. Temperance used her martial arts training and quickly got hold of the gun that had minutes ago seemed so horrifying. Without any hesitation she opened fire at the man. The man fell dead on the floor. His empty eyes stared at Temperance from the floor. His face was stuck in an awful grin of surprise and anger. Blood spatters decorated the walls of the corridor along bullet holes. There was now even more blood on Brennan's face than earlier. She stepped over the body not caring that she stepped on the pool of blood that had slowly started to spread. She threw away the gun that had emptied already. Temperance smothered all the uncomfortable feelings that killing a person caused in her. She focused to think. She had a plan, a sketchy one, but still a plan.

Booth stared at the man who seemed to be some sort of leader in the crew. He had referred himself as the brother of someone called Charlie. Booth felt frustrated; he couldn't get the hang of things. He couldn't figure out who the men were and what they wanted from Brennan. This made it hard for him to make any effect on things; he wouldn't be able to save them with any trick. He frowned and stared in front of him like a statue, without blinking. Time passed slowly as he focused on thinking. His pondering was interrupted when he heard a series of distant gunshots. They came from somewhere upstairs. Everyone, except the two gunmen guarding Booth and others, raised their look to the stairs. It became silent again. The supposed leader of the gunmen grabbed his walkie-talkie "Dave? What happened?" He asked and waited for answer. No one replied from the other end. "Shit" The leader mumbled. "Dave's dead." The other men seemed to now get alerted and ready to shoot anything that moved. They raised their guns sweeping through the lab with their eyes. They were prepared to shoot. They were agitated and Booth was surprised by this, but they also were determinate.

The men started to sneak apart from each other observing the surroundings, searching for something. They pointed their guns towards every shadow and every little sound got their attention. Booth then saw something move on the metallic corridor upstairs right above one of the men. Booth could see someone's silhouette flash against the light coming from the window. It had been only for a second but Booth had recognized it. Brennan. He quickly moved his eyes from her so he wouldn't give away her location. Booth couldn't decide whether he was glad to see her or was he scared. Her life was in danger and she was up to something. He didn't know what and that made him worried almost as worried as the day when he thought a serial killer had grabbed his son. He felt the uncomfortable strangle of anxiety squeeze his chest.

Brennan crawled on the aisle that was made from metal structures. She was right above the lab area. She saw the gunmen walk around and she saw her friends leaning against the forensic platform. There were two men guarding them, the others were looking for her. One man would be guarding Jasiri who was held somewhere in the Jeffersonian. Brennan's eyes searched for Charlie's brother, William, who seemed to be the leader of the gunmen. She saw him walking on the other side of the lab area. One man was almost right beneath Brennan and one other was on the other side of the lab area near William. One down, five to go. She started to develop a plan. And that plan could well be her last. Brennan dug keys from the pocket of her pants. She squeezed them to her hand. For a moment she closed her eyes. Pain waved through her body but she decided not to listen to the pain. She took a deep breath saying good bye to her life in her mind. Her eyes flew open and she threw her keys as far on the corridor as she could. The noise the keys made as they hit the corridor got the attention of the man who was closest to Brennan. This was her chance.

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Yeah, took a while to update again. In my defence: I have one hell of a flu! Anyways; enjoy! And thank you all for the lovely comments again!