A/N:

Disclaimer : This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the TV shows Bones The Blacklist, which are trademarked by Fox NBC respectively. I do not own these characters.My first fanfiction. Inspired by the plot of Blacklist S3E6 Sir Crispin Crandell. This is set in season 3 in Bones.

The scientist in the ship

By Syncwhateva

Chapter 1 : Taken

It was just a normal work day at the Jeffersonian. Dr. Temperance Brennan was exhausted, she was looking forward to unwinding in a shower and settling down for the night. As she headed towards the bedroom she heard a rustling noise.

"Don't make a sound, Dr. Brennan." hissed an unfamiliar voice, a hand clamped across her mouth and yanked her back. She felt a cold barrel of a gun against her jaw. "Just come with us quietly, we do not want to hurt you."

She wasn't going down without a fight.

The keys were still in her hand. She punched towards her assailant's head aiming for his nose and stomped on his right foot at the same time.

"Bitch!" He cursed out loud as he doubled over in pain, loosening his grip on her at the same time.

She lunged towards the door pulling down her disk rack behind her spilling all it's contents on the floor hoping to slow down the intruder.

Shit! My signed Cyndi Lauper LP… She stuck the key into the keyhole of the door and swung it wide open.

"Oooff…"

She ran right into a hulking figure at her doorway. An accomplice!

Hulk picked her up, with both her arms at her sides while she trashed about like a wild cat. He carried her right back into the apartment, closing the door behind him once again.

"Who are you? And what do you…mmmphh" a cloth was stuffed into her mouth and secured by a scarf. She was pinned on the ground by the man's weight, her hands were secured tightly behind her back with zip ties. She was thrown onto the couch, her legs were tied up as well.

"You are gonna pay for this…" the first man held a bloodied tissue to his nose. "Do that again and I'm gonna blow your brains out that pretty head of yours." Brennan flinched against the barrel on her temple.

Nose, that's what I will call him. God these ties are tight...She struggled against the ties. Tempe, calm down...soak in as much information as you can. Two men, both Caucasian, Nose was average built 5'9", athletic and strong. He recovered relatively fast considering the blow he received to the nose. Hulk was stocky and muscular 6'1". Both of them looked well groomed and clean shaven. They do not look like normal street thugs, they seemed professional.

She glared at Hulk who took out a vial of clear liquid. This is NOT good. "We would love to stay and chat, but I'm afraid that we have to stick to our schedule. I will be removing your gag in a short while, you will drink this. You are coming with us today, I hope we don't have to break any of your bones to make you come with us. Do you understand, Dr. Brennan?"

She nodded her head. Her flight and fight response is now becoming fear. Am I being kidnapped for ransom? Someone trying to stop an investigation?

Hulk unhooked the scarf leaving it around her neck, pulled out the cloth, lifted her chin and put the vial to her lips. "Bottoms up, Dr."

"Can we not put the gag back on? Is it really unnecessary since I will lose consciousness soon." Brennan pleaded. She was not keen to have the vile cloth stuffed back into her mouth. "I'm sorry, we just can't take any chances."

Hulk Nose left her bound and gagged, slumped on the couch. Brennan wanted to take in as much information as she could before she passed out hoping that it will leave her clues about who they were and why they were taking her.

"This wouldn't have happened if you didn't step on that pile of shit before we got into the van...Man... She's really hot, much hotter in person, much feistier than the others too…I wonder if the boss will allow us to do a thorough quality check on the Elites..." Others? Elites?

"Hey, I had to wash it off. The whole van smells like shit now. We would be on the way back by now if you were not thinking so much with your dick, you stop pawing at her too, or the boss is gonna kick our ass and we are not gonna get paid, she has to be perfect for her mate...now let's hurry and move her..." Mate? This isn't a kidnap for ransom nor a warning.

She hated how the men were talking about her like she was a piece of meat but there was nothing that she could do. The drug's effect was taking place as she felt weakness in her limbs and drifted in and out of consciousness.

Booth… help…

To be continued...