"We've found the house. We think that he may be keeping her in the barn," Angela said to Booth on the other end of the line.
"YES!" he said. "Tell me the address."
"It's 893 Pindel Lane," she told him. "Find her Booth. Make sure she's safe."
"I'll get her. Don't worry. I'll call you when I get her."
With that he hung up and then dialed the FBI for back-up.
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Brennan didn't know how long it was since he Smith had started beating her. It felt like years but she knew that it was probably only a few hours to a day. She felt like death and had lost all of her energy to fight back. Now she was hanging there, completely limp. And yet, she still didn't want to give up even though he kept beating her. She fell in and out of consciousness every now and then and she felt dehydrated.
Suddenly, he stopped.
"Had enough?" he asked.
"Not even close," she rasped, feeling rebellious even in her hopeless state.
"Good, I've only just started," he said with a grin.
He had started beating her again when the door flew open and standing in the doorway, much to Brennan's excitement, was Booth. But it was far from over. The man pulled out a gun and held it to Brennan's head.
"She won't get out of here alive, Booth. And neither will you," Smith said.
"I won't die," Booth said.
"And why is that?"
"Because you'll be dead before you can pull the trigger."
Just the, Brennan heard a shot and felt the kidnappers dead weight against her. Booth was by her side in a second, cutting the ropes.
"Are you okay?"
"What do you… " Brennan started to say but collapsed.
"Medic!" Booth yelled.
For the second time that year, Brennan was taken to the hospital because of the killer.
Sorry for such a short chapter. The next one is probably going to be longer since it is the last chapter. Please review, tell me what you think!