A/N: Dear Readers,
In the interest of making people happy and completely not wanting to get on anyone's bad side, I am changing the title once more. I swear this is the last time. No offense to newscaper, iridescent eyes, Anita, Kimberly, or anyone else. I hope that all this title switching hasn't confused anyone or made anyone upset. From now on I promise to stick to English and that way this won't happen again.
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Chapter 17
Brennan awoke with a terrible headache. Her whole body felt bruised and she wanted to see how bad things were. However, moving her head hurt too much and she tried to let her hands do the job for her. Of course, that would have worked if she wasn't tied to something.
This forced her to move her aching head. She kept her eyes open only slightly to try to avoid any light from making her headache worse. The forensic anthropologist noticed however that it was dark wherever she was and opening her eyes all the way wouldn't cause a problem.
"Well look who is awake." Immediately, Brennan recognized the voice of her abductor.
"What do you want with me?" She asked.
"If I had time, I would tell you but no doubt that pesky FBI Agent of yours is already hot on our trail. He'll soon learn that he shouldn't have kept you and I apart." Mantelli told her.
"It seems the only thing keeping us apart are these roped you used to bind me to this chair." Temperance stated flatly. A smile crossed Bernard's lips.
"All in due time, my love. I would like to apologize for your headache. I'm sure you have one after I hit your head against the stairwell doorjamb." He said.
"I've gotten used to carrying bodies around your size. I had seven practice runs before I felt comfortable enough to come for you." The crazed up fruit loop continued.
"You killed those women so you could come after me? Why?" Brennan asked, trying to hide her horror.
"You are the prize. Those other women were just as I said, practice." Mantelli smiled.
"You dumped them so they would be obvious, so I would get the case. They didn't have any teeth or fingerprints and you knew that the police would be in need of my expertise." She spat.
"Of course, your books practically told me how to avoid being caught so I followed them. You were telling me how I could get close to you." He told her. Brennan sighed. I have to keep him talking. The longer he talks the less likely he'll try to hurt me, she thought.
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The local police had sighted the truck heading toward the business district and there were plenty of places that maniac could have Bones. Booth weaved in and out of traffic heading in the direction of the business complexes. Backup was already on its way from the FBI and the police were already searching the area.
"How did I let this happen?" He asked himself.
"How did the bastard get her?" Again asking a question only he could answer. He had searched the apartment and found nothing. Then an idea occurred to him. The stairs. Of course, the psycho had used the stairs as he had used the elevator. It was the perfect place to get Brennan out of the building. No one would ask questions as to why he was carrying the forensic anthropologist's limp body. Idiot! Booth cursed his stupidity. I hope I can get to her before… he couldn't bear to finish the thought.
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Mantelli moved closer to Dr. Brennan, she wanted to squirm away from him but the chair refused to budge. He forced his lips onto hers and she tried to turn away but he held her head so she couldn't. The manic saw the look of contempt in her face when he pulled away.
"You have no permission to kiss me!" She shouted.
"You and I are meant to be together." He told her.
"There is only one man, who I'm meant to be with and you aren't it!" Brennan continued to shout. At this, her captor became enraged.
"Agent Booth is not the man for you. I am!" Mantelli shouted. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a 9mm handgun. She recognized it as a Glock 22, the same gun that Booth carried.
"We will be together, I swear it!" He shouted and pointed the weapon at Dr. Brennan.
To Be Continued…