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Chapter 14:

„Look" Booth gestured towards the screen. "The same car... but we never see the plates. And here he is... we have him twice on the tape of the hotel near Bones' apartment and once on the tape of the bank. The second time a lorry was in the way..."

Zach and Booth showed them the tapes. They saw a man, his face well hidden with a beard and sunglasses, wearing a cap. But body posture, the way he was moving... it told them he had to be the same man. That was why the software had found him.

Angela nodded. "Okay... but we never see his face... we know he drives a white van, we know height and weight... shoe-size, but that's it." She sighed.

"I know." Booth answered, his voice equally hopeless and worn out as Angela's.

That moment they heard Cam calling. "Guys, come over here... I found something."

She sounded excited.

Brennan swallowed hard. He was coming to her cell again... she had no idea how long she had been asleep. He had told her, he was coming back "tomorrow"... was it tomorrow already?

She had to assume it...and if the urge she felt – nameley to pee – was a hint, she would say: yes, she definitely had slept for some hours.

This time she would obey... she would tell him a lot of things about where and when they had found the remains, hoping to keep him busy. Busy enough to pass time until Booth would be able to find her... busy enough, so he could not hurt the other women. Women who had people waiting for them at home, people who loved them. Not like her.

When the small slit in the door opened, she was looking his way, meeting his eyes.

"Did you change your mind, doc?" He asked, his voice mockingly gentle.

She nodded weakly. "I... I will tell you all I know."

"Good... good... but not like this... no not like this... I want to see you better, when you tell me about what you know. Go to the chair and sit down, doc." He ordered.

Slowly, she rose, hissing when the movement caused her wound to pulse and hurt again. She heard him chuckle. "All your own fault, Doc... You tried to stab me with your kitchen knife... you needed punishment."

Brennan briefly closed her eyes and recalled the few memories she had been able to come up with: A knife, in her hand, the blade covered in blood... But if the knife had been in her hands and the blade bloodied already... it meant she had hurt him too. A small satisfaction, but a satisfaction nonetheless.

"Come on, doc, move faster." He urged her, his voice sounding impatient.

She staggered towards the table and carefully lowered herself on the chair. Only a few steps, but she felt exhausted.

"Now put your hands behind your back, so that I can see them... I'll come in now, doc, and don't try to do something stupid... I have a gun and I don't care if you live or not, got that.?" His voice had lost all gentleness and she hastily nodded.

"I did not hear you!" He yelled.

"Yes, I understood... master." She choked out the disgustingly submissive words and closed her eyes. He was coming into her cell... and she was weak. She could only hope, that her weakened condition would let her lose consciousness sooner, in case he was going to torture her. But on the other hand, he wanted her to tell him about the investigation... so maybe he would not be too cruel, he wanted her able to talk.

She heard the metallic sound of a key turning in a lock and shuddered. She did not even try to hide it... after all he wanted her to be frightened and submissive.

When she heard his steps coming closer, her pulse quickened and cold sweat started to cover her forehead. When he finally stood behind her, she felt how his gloved hands started placed something cold over her wrists. The metallic sound told her that he was handcuffing her.

"Not so brave anymore, doc?" She could feel his warm breath on her neck as he whispered the words into her ear, the disgusting imitation of a lover whispering words of love into his sweetheart's ear. "Such a delicate skin" he ran his tongue over the skin of her neck and she trembled harder, trying to fight down the urge to vomit.

"Now talk, doc... tell me what you and your FBI partner found out." He ran a finger up her back and she shivered again, unable to talk.

He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back in a brutal way. "Did I give you the impression I was a patient man? Talk!" He bellowed.

And she did.

I know it was a bit short, but I am pretty busy these days... I hope you understand.

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