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Breakthrough?

The winter sun gave Washington DC a watery glow as the ice melted on the weathermen had been forcasting a white Chritstmas for the first time in years and it seemed as if they were going to be right. The mist in the air seemed to stop the sunlight from getting to the frigid sidewalks and the gardens of the Jeffersonian. Angela sat on the front steps of the Jeffersonian drinking coffee as Hodgins sat next to her.

"I didn't think you could drink caffeine when you are pregnant" He glanced at her as she gulped the hot drink.

"Not too much. It's not good for the blood pressure" She smiled as Hodgins looked at her.

"No?"

"No. Well, I suppose having one of your best friends kidnapped by a psycho isn't good for blood pressure either" She sighed as Hodgins wrapped an arm around her shoulder. He was worried about his friend but he was more worried about his wife.

"Ang, honey. Please get some rest" He kissed her hair as she rested her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes for a moment.

"I will" She sighed as birds could be heard announcing their presence. "Did you find anything? The evidence the FBI sent over. Was it anything we can use?" She sounded more hopeful than she felt. He hugged her a little tighter, the last thing he wanted to do was give her false hope.

"What we now know is whoever broke in to Booth's place has size 9 feet and was wearing boots" He closed his eyes as the noise of the cars on the near by freeway the only sound.

"So a psycho with average size feet that likes boots" She would have laughed if it hadn't seemed so ridiculous. Hodgins nodded. "I called the prison, spoke to the woman that sorts out the uniforms for the staff there. The tread matches the prison issue boots"

"So a guard broke in and took Booth?" Angela sat up and looked her husband in the eye. He nodded. "Does Brenn know? Did you call her?"

"No I told Cam and then Max Keenan called so I told him. Look if anyone can find him they can. I mean Brennan isn't going to rest until Booth is back here, is she?" He held his wife's gaze as she nodded.

"Yeah" Angela sighed as she stood up, the early morning cold now too cold for her to stay "That's why I'm worried"

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Booth opened his eyes once more. He had never been so exhausted in his life. It was then he noticed the dull ache in his left bicep, clearly where he had been injected with something. He screwed his eyes shut as he forced himself to stand up. The room he was in was clearly some sort of storeroom. The cold walls and the unpainted woodwork made him think that the place was rarely used. Leaning against the wall he looked for any way in which he could get out of the room.

"I'm coming Bones. I'm coming" he sighed as he fought the urge to close his eyes and sleep.

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Max Keenan knew he hadn't been the model father. He knew he had spent most of Russ and Temperance's lives lying and conning people, but there was nothing he wouldn't do to protect his kids. He glanced across at his daughter as he drove back towards the Jeffersonian. She was clearly tense. He didn't know what to say to make her feel better. Sighing he turned the wiper blades on as Washington was deluged in rain.

"Tempy?" He sighed as she continued looking out of the window.

"What?"

"When was the last time you slept? Or ate for that matter?"

"I am fine. Thankyou for your concern Dad but I can take care of myself" She knew she sounded harsh but she had spent the last fifteen years taking care of herself and didnt need her father stepping in to her life and trying to look after her now. It felt wrong. She loved her father but he had been absent from her life for so long that she had learnt to survive without him. It wasnt a habit she could break now.

"Ok sweetheart" He sighed as he turned the car towards the main intersection. "Booth is going to be fine"

"I hope so Dad" she rested her head against the window of the car as her father drove.

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Cam was worried. She liked to be in charge. To be able to find out the answers to the questions posed to her. She looked out over the Jeffersonian. Angela and Daisy were talking about something, she couldn't hear what. Hodgins and Mr Nigel Murrey were staring in to microscopes as Wendell and Sweets were carrying files across to Wendell's workstation. There was no sign of Gordon or Dr Brennan. Cam was beginning to get worried.

"Angela?"

"Hi" Angela looked up as her boss walked towards her.

"Any news?"

"Brennan hasn't called. Hodgins is still going over the stuff found at Booth's apartment" She rested her head on her hand as she spoke.

"Let me know when she does" Camile folded her arms across her chest and walked back to her office. All she could do was finish her autopsy reports and wait for her team to get the evidence they needed to find Booth. She sent up a silent prayer to whatever Gods were listening that her friend would be back with them before too long.

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Booth tensed as the door opposite him began to creep open. He knew this was the chance he had been waiting for. He had to at least try to get out of the room. Even though he had no idea what would meet him on the other side of the door. He stepped slightly back as the gap in the door widened. Booth grabbed the man by his shoulders and threw the smaller man to the floor as he grappled with him. The smaller man fell to the floor like a stack of potatoes. Booth could see by the man's eyes that he had been taking drugs. He briefly wondered if it was the same drug he had been injected with. He pulled the man to the side of the room as he realised the man was not much more than a teenager. Sighing heavily he ignored the boy's swearing and limped out of the room.

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Brennan was exhausted but she knew there was no chance of sleep until Booth was safe. She couldn't imagine resting until she could see for herself that he was safe. She was worried about him, even more than she would have been before his brain surgery. He needed everyone to think he was back to normal. To the rest of the world he was but Brennan knew him so well she could see the little uncertainties that others missed. The cartoon socks and the 'cocky' belt buckle were back but he was sometimes quieter than he used to be. He would hang back from the rest of the group at times, lost in his own thoughts. It was then she would catch his eye as he smiled at her. It was as if he couldn't quite believe he was still there with them all.

"Tempy?" Brennan turned to face her dad as he spoke. She did not want another pep talk, what she wanted was evidence that would lead her to Booth. Unless he had that she didn't see what he could say to make her feel any better. She realised they were back at the Jeffersonian and her cell phone was ringing.

"Are you going to answer that?"

"What? Oh yeah" She grabbed the phone from her jacket pocket. Her heart stopped as she realised she didn't recognise the number on the display.

"Brennan" She snapped in to the phone. She closed her eyes as she heard the voice on the other end of the line.

"Bones? You ok? Look I could do with a ride" Brennan held her breath as Booth spoke, the unmistakable sound of a .45 clicked in the back ground.

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A/N This is the penultimate chapter. Thanks for all the reviews. Is Brennan going to get to Booth in time? Will Max and Brennan be able to save him? More soon xx