A/N: Really sorry for the late update. Here's chapter 13...
Chapter 13 – Day 1
Walking around the room with her hands on the wall, she determined that from the dampness of the walls she was buried in some sort of basement underground that could be by a stream. Knocking, and hitting, the wall, Brennan discovered that it was too thick for anyone to hear her screaming, if there was anyone to hear her. Though that didn't stop her trying anyway. It did however earn her a few screams and yells from Barrett and a couple of punches. She winced as she lay on one of the bruises that had formed. The floor maybe hard, cold and bumpy, but it was better than standing up 24/7. She had checked the cupboard to see if there was anything more comfortable in there to lie on but as she suspected, it was empty, and too unstable for her to sit on, rather than the floor.
Brennan kept her back to the door. It would open every now and then, presumably Barrett checking she hadn't escaped or died, yet. He would come in every few hours with a bottle of water and every third time a sandwich or chocolate bar. It was just enough to stop her from passing out or her stomach eating itself. Admittedly she never ate much in a day, unless Booth made her, but being trapped in a cold basement with nothing to do but wait, makes you realise when you're hungry, or thirsty, or tired.
She had also started to wish that she had a piece of paper and a pen with her. When she was kidnapped by the gravedigger, she and Hodgins had written goodbye notes. It made it easier for her accept she may die if she knew that everyone that she cared about knew that she did. And that she was able to say goodbye, even if it wasn't to their faces. But here, when she had been kidnapped by Barrett there was no pen, no paper, no way to say goodbye. And no one to talk to which made the time there even more unbearable. She didn't have any of her friends by her side and no way to communicate with them. In her mind, this was that fictional Hell that Booth would go on about. The fact that this time Angela would only grieve for one friend made the loneliness seem better in a away, and that no one else was suffering this fate that she was.
She couldn't take the same routine anymore, and she had only been there one day. She had to do something. The next time Barrett came in, she was going to find out what was happening, why she was there and where there was.
"Agent Booth?"
Booth was sat in his office going over the notes from the previous murder victims. With all of Brennan and Zack's bones notes, and Hodgins' bug and slime information, Cam's tissue and tox results, and Angela's sketches of the three victims, he was no closer to finding her than he was three hours ago.
His coat flung over the back of his chair, and tie loosely hung around his neck, and the front of his hair stocking up slightly from the times his hand had been drug through it, the agent looked quite dishevelled. The knock at the door and voice that followed it was his first really distraction from the reports that were lay in front of him. "Yes Charlie. What is it?"
"Um, the man, um…" He consulted the file in his hands for the name,"…Mr Barrett, that you told me to find, he's not at work. Boss says he's off ill, wont be in for the rest of the week." The younger agent looked slightly worried that Booth would perhaps scream or shout. His partner was missing and the last time that happened he could remember seeing him pining someone to the table by their throat.
"I figured as much. With him being our prime suspect the likelihood of him being at work was pretty slim." He stood up from the chair and took the file that Charlie had given him on Barrett. "Thanks Charlie. Just, uh…get everyone on the look out for him. If he turns up I wanna know about it."
The second agent nodded then left the office, slightly confused at the other agents calmness until he heard Booth kick his desk and it move across the floor.
After kicking his desk, Booth grabbed his coat and made to go back to the Jeffersonian. Hoping they had found something to help locate Brennan. It seemed as though someone was answering his prayers as when he got the car his phone rang with Angela Montenegro on the other end.
"Booth."
"It's Angela. Booth you need to get your ass over her right now."
"O.k. I'm on my way." He slammed the phone shut threw it on the passenger seat of the car and quickly drove to the Jeffersonian. Angela wouldn't be sounding that happy unless she had some good news.
She had spent the last hour thinking up ways she could trick her captor into talking, and so far had come with the direct approach, but she doubted that would work. But with it being her only option, she decided she had nothing to lose so she would try it anyway. Right on cue, when she made that decision, the door lock started clicking at it swung open.
Normally when he brought her water, he would roll it across the floor, and food would be left by the door, but this time he walked right up to her and placed the bottle and plate with the sandwich on, on the floor next to her.
"Why am I here?" Her voice sounded weird, different than what she remembered it sounding like.
"You'll find out soon." He stood straight and made his way to the door.
"What do you want with me?" He voice came out a little louder this time.
He paused at the doorway and turned to look over his shoulder, saying in a rather creepy and psychotic serial killer way, "You'll find out soon." He then shut the door and began to lock it again.
Going past security and walking into the lab, the squints were nowhere to be seen. Not on the platform, nor he balcony above from what he could see, and not walking around the lab either.
"Booth!" He heard his voice being shouted from somewhere near Angela's office. Looking in that direction he saw Zack motioning for him to come over. He began walking very quickly to the office and when he entered he saw Angela, Hodgins Zack and Cam stood around Angela's computer, looking happier than they were before.
"Did you find something to help find Bones?" His voice and his expression conveyed hope.
"Most likely. But there is the off chance that he's moved where he's keeping his victims before he kills them." Hodgins spoke doubtfully, and turned to the others.
"Well what did you find?"
"Well the soil trances on all the victims are all the same. It points to them being at the Jeffersonian around the time before they were abducted, most likely they were abducted from the Jeffersonian, and traces pointing to the lake. Just two samples. But then I found a third one, on our third victim. The third one has a minutely small higher concentration of nickel in it. At the first quick glance, it looked like the other samples that I had, but then when I did a few more tests I found that the concentration was higher, meaning that I found a possible area for the victims to have been taken." They all turned to Angela, who clicked a couple of keys and a map popped up of the lake.
She pointed to the screen and began to explain. "Now, hear are the areas where the victims were found. And this is the area that the soil matches too. Now in this area, is a small shack here that could have held the victim." She looked quite pleased, but there was still something wrong with the expression she had, and Booth saw it.
"That's great. I'll get some agents to meet me there and we'll go have a look. You guys are geniuses." He looked genuinely happy as he took out his phone.
But Hodgins spoke up before he dialled. "Booth, like I said, there's the off chance that she's not there. The other two victims…"
"Hodgins don't worry, she'll be there." Booth seemed pretty sure and Hodgins almost let go what her was about to say, but decided to tell him anyway.
"But Booth. The other victims didn't have the soil on them. He may have taken just the one victim there." He seemed pretty cautious, but quite sure, so Booth didn't argue, but left, calling in for back up on his way out.
The remaining squints all looked at each other with hopeful expressions before leaving to their own separate offices.
AN: There was chapter 13. Hope you enjoyed. please review.