It all happened so fast, Buffy couldn't even process it. She was just getting out of the bathroom, when a man pushed her back inside, and pressed a gun under her chin.

"Sweetheart, you'll exit with me, your arm around my waist and I'll keep my gun pointed at you as you walk. If you try to scream I'll start shooting. Not you, though, people around you. You don't want anyone to die because of you, sweetie, do you? Especially not that handsome fellow you arrived with."

"Please, let me go. I have money, I can pay you, just please… let me go."-Buffy whispered; her voice breaking. She thought her heart would jump out and she suddenly regretted not taking self defense lessons when Dawn suggested it.

"This is not about money, doll. Shut up or I'll shoot you just to hurt you. Lose that ridiculous hat, it attracts attention. Walk now. Act normal."

Buffy swallowed tears, tried her best to walk like she was with her boyfriend, not a psycho who could start shooting people. She couldn't help looking at Seeley's direction, but he was talking to Brennan. She wanted to scream, but it was like the guy could read her mind, she felt the gun press hard against her ribs.

There was a black van parked right outside and he opened the door for her. Her legs felt like they were made of steel, but she entered the van. As soon as she did, someone put a black bag over her head and tied her hands behind her back.

They drove away, tying her ankles together as well, but she thought she wouldn't have been able to move even if they let her stay untied.

"Good girl."- a new voice said, and she shivered all over when the man ran his hands over her body… "Pretty too."

"Yeah, she is. No touching, though. That was the deal, remember?"- Buffy heard a female voice now, and took a deep breath. At least there would be no touching, she couldn't help being relieved. Unless they wanna sell me to someone else… great, Buffy, you really know how to make yourself feel better.

"Nice stuff."- said the female, who was rummaging through her purse. She borrowed her lipstick and applied some on her full lips. There was her cell phone, too and the woman almost growled. "Are you an idiot, leaving her cell phone, it could be traced!"

Buffy heard the screen break when the woman stomped on it. She didn't dare to say a word, but she knew that the woman removed the card and battery and threw it through the window.

They kept driving and driving, Buffy felt like the ride lasted forever. But, she didn't mind driving; she was terrified of the place they were driving her to. She didn't wanna be sold to be a sex slave or something like that.

I must be paying for all the stupid things I've done. It can't be a coincidence that this happened now that I'm finally happy. God, please, please, let Seeley find me. I can't die… not now! I need my Angel more than ever, please…

Tears ran down her cheeks, she couldn't stop them. It got really hard to breathe with that bag on her head, but she didn't dare to say anything, she just sobbed quietly.

The van abruptly stopped moving and Buffy gasped loudly when one of the guys pulled her out and threw her over his shoulder like she was a bag of dog food.

"You stay with her, she's seen you already. She can't see us… at least not yet."-the woman said, she seemed to be in charge and Buffy couldn't believe that a woman would kidnap another woman like that… and she had no idea why. It wasn't about money. She would have given them the whole fortune, just to be able to go back to Seeley, alive and in one piece.

The guy that was holding her suddenly dropped her on the bed and removed the bag.

"You can scream as much as you want, this room is sound proof."

"Why are you doing this to me?"- she asked, still crying. She couldn't stop, and she couldn't believe that it was happening.

"You're about to find out."- he said, gave her a smile that sent shivers down her spine and started taking photos of her.

"You're beautiful, you know? Even all cried up like that."- he said and sat down next to her. He put his hand around her shoulders and set the timer to take a photo as he held her tied up on his lap.

"We'll see how he likes having his girl taken from him."-he whispered in her ear and she felt a surge of fear overwhelm her. This was revenge, pure revenge, and it terrified her. This guy, hell, maybe all three of them- she was almost completely positive there were three of them, were holding a grudge against Seeley and possibly Dr. Brennan too.

"I don't know what happened to you, but you can fix it… get a lawyer and… Seeley will sort it out, he will, I know, he's a good man. But, if you hurt me, he will hurt you, I know that too."

"Are you threatening me, sweetie?"- he grabbed her throat and squeezed hard.

"N-no… I'm just… I want you to sort it out… peacefully. Please. I'll pay you as much as you want, just don't hurt me, and let me go, begging you."

"I don't want your money, blondie! I want my wife back. She's in jail for a crime she didn't commit, and my daughter and I figured we should do something about it when the law doesn't give a damn. Her boyfriend borrowed us and drove the van. Now you're gonna be imprisoned, just like my wife. And you're not getting out until she walks free."

Buffy swallowed hard. "How many years was she sentenced to?"- she asked, terrified of the answer.

"Death penalty. SHE'S INNOCENT, DO YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT IT MEANS?! Now I took someone innocent from him. Someone he loves. I've done my research, baby. I've been tracking you both…"

He showed her a bunch of photos of Seeley and herself, and photos of them taken separately, even from her time in Paris. She thought she'd get a heart attack. Those bastards knew everything about her, they knew about Dawn and Faith, there were photos of them too, and it scared her more than being imprisoned for the rest of her life.

Her eyes widened in complete horror when she saw photos of her and Seeley making out in front of the house the night he got to her. There were photos of Tara and Willow, Xander, Anya… and Liam. She stared at the man, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach.

"Begging you, leave them out of this. Begging you…"-she burst into tears, her whole body shook and she was starting to feel nauseous.

"It all depends on your boyfriend, cutie."

She was gonna say something, but he covered her face with a cloth full of chloroform and she was out in a jiff.

He untied her hands and legs, took a few more photos, placed a tray of food and water on a little table, exited and locked the steel door behind him.

"Perfect photos, daddy."

His daughter was smiling and biting her lip slowly, feeling optimistic and kinda turned on suddenly. She took the camera and went to her own dark room to develop the photos. She felt like it took ages for them to dry; she was impatient and kept smoking one cigarette after another.

Once the photos were FINALLY dry, she took a black marker and wrote on the back of every single photo. Then she placed them in a yellow envelope and brought it to her boyfriend.

"Honey, deliver these to the fucker. Wait until he opens it and looks at the photos and take photos, I wanna see the look on his face. This is gonna be so much fun, baby."- she grinned and kissed him hard.

"Won't be long, babe."- her boyfriend promised and left. She watched him drive away, her heart pounding with excitement. Mom's been in jail for almost a year now. He better makes sure she gets out before the year expires, or I will kill his girl. And I'll kill her slowly, she'll feel like a day lasted a year.

A little evil grin appeared on her face and she headed back to her dark room and unlocked the safe. It was filled with weapons. Knives, saws, needles, drugs, scissors, blades, matches and candles, ropes… Her dad didn't know about her awesome toys, he just wanted his wife out, and she did too, but she secretly hoped she'd get to torture the bitch. She grabbed her favorite knife and smelled the blade, and slowly ran it over her own palm. She barely touched the skin, but still got a little cut. It was really sharp. Perfect. She put it back in the safe, locked it back up and then joined her dad in the living room, where he was sitting and flipping through channels.

"She's on every channel."-he said, smiling.

"Check out Booth. He doesn't look that confident and pompous anymore, does he?"- she giggled, lit another cigarette and laughed when she heard him say "I'll pay you as much as you want, just release her, please."

"Not EVERYTHING is about money. People, sadly, keep forgetting that."- her father said, and she had to agree.

Money wouldn't be able to bail her mom out of jail. She was convicted for killing her older daughter, and she just found her lying in a puddle of blood and was stupid and shocked enough to grab the knife that had been left behind by the murderer. The murderer that was now free, just because the cops, led by Agent Booth, were dumb.

Maybe he'll learn how to use his brain now that his girl is gone.- she thought, inhaled the cigarette smoke deeply and put it out in an ashtray that was almost full now.