(Aliens in a Spaceship)

Just in case you missed it, I updated this story twice last week, once on Thursday and then on Friday.

This is a reminder that this story is AU and my story is being woven into the episodes.

I don't own Bones.

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Sitting in his office, writing up his notes he had on the Kent case so far, Booth heard his phone ring. Tempted to let it go to voice mail, Booth reluctantly picked up the phone from his desk and accepted the call.

Temperance Brennan and Jack Hodgins have been buried alive. Wire transfer eight million dollars to the following Grand Cayman account or they will suffocate to death. Upon receiving the wire transfer I will provide you with Brennan and Hodgins GPS coordinates. This will be my last communication.

Hurriedly writing down the account number, Booth shook his head in disbelief. Running his hand through his hair, Booth took two deep breaths, calmed his impulse to start throwing things, slowly stood up and left his office. Driving to the Jeffersonian, Booth felt like he'd been caught in a nightmare and he was afraid he would never wake up.

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Throughout the day, Booth hunted down leads while his squints at the Jeffersonian tried to figure out where his girlfriend and Hodgins were. He'd threatened to kill a man if that man didn't make contact with the Gravedigger, but at that point he hadn't cared. If he lost his job over it then so be it. His first concern was finding Brennan and Hodgins and everything else could go to hell in a hand basket.

On the verge of desperation, Booth was surprised to hear his phone alert him that he had a message from Brennan. Checking the message he found a string of numbers on his phone and knew immediately that somehow the love of his life had found a way to contact him. Hurrying out of his office, Booth vowed that if she could perform a miracle like that then he would perform the next miracle and find her and her companion.

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While Booth and the scientists at the Jeffersonian scrambled to decode the message that Hodgins had sent to Booth's phone, the captives were working on finding a way to rescue themselves.

Removing the cover over the steering wheel, Brennan exhaled deeply, "My next idea may kill us."

Concerned, Hodgins shook his head, "You do know that air bags don't actually contain air?"

Shaking her head, Brennan assured him, "I'm not looking to extend our survival underground. I'm looking to blow our way out of here."

Slightly appalled, Hodgins leaned forward, "Using the explosives from the air bags? That could definitely kill us."

Sanguine, Brennan assured him, "So will doing nothing."

Resigned to the fact that Brennan was right, Hodgins tore a page from Brennan's book and handed it to her, "Would you like to leave Booth a note just in case?"

Taking the paper from her companion, Brennan smiled grimly, "Yes, you're right." Taking a pen out of her purse, Brennan thought about it for a minute and started to write.

Dear Booth,

If you're reading this then I'm dead. I know you tried to find us and I want you to know that in no way do I blame you for not finding me in time. This was a difficult situation and I know that you didn't give up. Please don't blame yourself or anyone at the Jeffersonian. I know you all did your best and that's all Hodgins and I could ask of you.

I love you, Booth. I have never loved anyone like I love you. You've made my life interesting and messy and above all happy. Before I met you, I didn't understand what love was. I thought it was a purely biological response, but you made me see that it was much more than that. Thank you for being my friend and for loving me. I wish I had had the courage to marry you and for that mistake I hope you will forgive me. I was afraid that marriage would somehow change who I am not considering the fact that I've already changed. I'm sorry that I refused to entertain the idea, but, I want you to know in my heart, I was your mate and we were married, we just didn't have a piece of paper saying so.

I love you. Don't grieve for me, Booth. Please don't let yourself die with me. Live for me. I love you and I want you to have a long and happy life. Since these are my last words to you then these are the words I want you to remember, I love you, Booth. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Bones

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Racing down the embankment, Booth raced towards the small plume of smoke he'd spied just a short time ago. His heart pounding, he stopped at the spot he knew that contained his lover and started to use his hands to shovel the gravel from the pit. Desperately moving the gravel to the side, he soon felt his hand touch flesh and knew he'd found Brennan or Hodgins. His heart racing he grabbed the hand and pulled, moving gravel away from the person buried below. Help arriving, others started to shovel gravel away from the growing pit with their hands desperately trying to find Hodgins as Booth finally freed Brennan from her stony grave.

Successful, Booth moved a coughing Brennan from the pit as Hodgins was located and hauled to the surface. Half carrying Brennan away from the activity, Booth settled his girlfriend on the ground and collapsed next to her. Moving his hands over her arms and legs, he made sure she wasn't hurt, "Are you alright?"

Slowly nodding her head, Brennan reached out with open arms and soon found herself in Booth's embrace, "Yes, I'm fine."

Hugging her tightly, Booth prayed to his God that she was alright. Not daring to let her go, Booth rocked her in his arms, "I was so worried. Thank God we found you. If you had died . . . if you had . . ."

Her body trembling, Brennan clutched her mate tightly, "I knew you wouldn't give up looking for me. I knew you'd fine me."

His eyes closed, Booth continued to rock her gently, "Never Bones. I was never going to give up looking for you."

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That evening, resting on her soft bed, Brennan watched as Booth carried a cup of hot tea into the room, "Okay, Bones, I think a nice cup of tea after that hot bath you had should help you go to sleep."

Handing her the cup, he sat down on the mattress beside her, "I want you to take a few days off. You need to recover from your ordeal and I don't want to hear any arguments from you. Just this once, please do what I say. Just this once."

Her eyes taking in the dark circles under his eyes and the way his body seemed to sag, Brennan placed her cup on the nightstand and placed her hand on his arm, "I will stay home if you do, Booth."

Relieved that she was willing to go along with his plan, Booth smiled wearily, "I will, Bones. I will."

Patting the mattress next to her, Brennan coxed him, "Come lie next to me, Booth. I . . . I'd like you to hold me."

Standing slowly, Booth removed his shoes and moved onto the bed. After Brennan lay down, he laid down next to her, moving his arms so that she was in his embrace next to his side, "You need to rest Bones. Close your eyes and rest."

Snuggling next to her mate, Brennan spoke quietly, "While I was a captive underground I had a little time to think of some of the mistakes I've made when it comes to our relationship. I don't want you to misunderstand, I think marriage is an antiquated ritual, but, in this case, I think that we should get married. It would . . . it would show the world that you belong to me and I belong to you, although I don't mean as property. Our marriage would just mean that we've dedicated ourselves to a monogamous relationship and that we intend to be together for a long time."

Surprised when Booth didn't respond, Brennan moved her head and looked at his face. His eyes closed, his breathing soft and steady, she realized that he'd fallen asleep. Snuggling against him again, Brennan smiled, "We'll talk about this again when you're actually awake, Booth. Don't worry, I won't forget either."

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