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Chapter 16

Monday Night at 8 p.m.

Booth sat in the FBI issue rental car. It was a 1999 Ford Taurus. He knew that the car was inconspicuous and it would be good to follow Bones around in. So far he'd picked up on a black F-150 that continued to follow Brennan around.

He had objected to allow this plan and neither had Cullen at first but Brennan had refused to back down. Finally, his boss agreed as long as Booth followed her. There was no argument from him; he just wished that there had been another way to go about things.

Brennan sat at the kitchen table flipping through her paperwork. She was nervous but Booth sitting outside her building she felt more comfortable. Still she didn't feel like sitting so she got up and headed into the living room.

She moved her sofa over and cleared a space in the room. Then she went down the hall to her bedroom. Pulling off her skirt and button down top, she pulled on her exercise clothes. The loose fitting pants and top were perfect to practice her karate moves. Her gi, or traditional karate outfit, was saved for when she was down at the dojo.

Outside, Booth watched the man in the F-150 climb out of the truck. He didn't look like the description that Mr. Webster had given the sketch artist but he'd been following Brennan on her trip home and to the grocery store. He watched him disappear into the doorway. Slowly, Booth got out of the Taurus and made his way up to the protected stoop.

Bernard Mantelli stood in the doorway, in his seemingly ridiculous outfit. He poked the buzzer buttons until he heard the lock click. A smile crossed his face and he pulled the door open. This was going to be easier than he thought.

The demented man made his way to the apartment he knew was that of Dr. Temperance Brennan. He smiled again at the thought of how easily he had gotten the information from the high school reunion committee. The secretary had been so incredibly helpful giving out Dr. Brennan's information. Now he would at last capture the object of his obsession.

Brennan was practicing her kicks and punches when the door to her apartment flew open. Quickly, she turned to the source of the noise and saw the strange looking man standing there.

"We finally meet in person, Dr. Brennan." Mantelli used his regular voice. The forensic anthropologist's eyes went wide, this was it. She froze for only a moment before lunging at him.

"You made a big mistake." Brennan told him. In one swift move, she kicked him in the stomach. Mantelli doubled over and fell to his knees. This time a smile crossed Brennan's face. When she moved close to him, he grabbed her leg and pulled her down. The forensic anthropologist's head hit the floor of her apartment.

Mantelli quickly went over to her and from the looks of things that conk on the head had been enough. Brennan's eyes were closed. The fanatical man then moved to the apartment door and closed it. However, when he turned around, he caught a face full of Brennan. She landed a punch on his chin and pivoted on her left foot, hitting him with her right. Suddenly, she felt this electric jolt go through her body and then everything went black.

Booth buzzed Brennan's button. The lock didn't click and he was forced to poke the buzzer buttons until someone else let him in, just as Mantelli had done. He casually walked up to the elevator. When the car reached the correct floor, the FBI Agent noticed that something was wrong as soon as the doors opened.

Though Dr. Brennan's door was closed, there were pieces of the framework lying on the floor. He pulled his weapon from his shoulder holster. His senses immediately kicked into sniper mode. The slightest sound made pivot and point his 9mm at the noise. One of Temperance's neighbors opened the door slightly.

"FBI, get back inside." Booth hissed. The neighbor quickly closed the door and he continued to his destination.

Booth tried to door handle and it easily turned. Slowly he opened the door, with his gun pointed in front of him. Making a quick sweep of the disheveled living room, he found it empty. Silently, the FBI Agent moved to the kitchen. Again he found nothing and moved through the rest of the apartment.

Quickly, Booth pulled out his cell phone and called a number while running back to his car. A dispatcher picked up and said,

"DC Police, what seems to be the problem?"

"This is FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth. I need an APB out on a black Ford F-150, mid to late nineties model, license plate Alpha Tango Bravo 3685. The suspected vehicle has been used in the kidnapping of Dr. Temperance Brennan." He hung up the phone and hopped into the car.

To Be Continued…