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Part Three: Determination

Booth slowly helped Brennan to her feet. Blood and thicker things dripped from her hair and clothing. Her skin was near white, throwing into sharp relief the blood on her body.

A paramedic walked up. "Is she okay?"

"She needs to get cleaned up, and a change of clothes if possible."

The EMT nodded. "I have a portable camp shower in the back of the ambulance, she can use that. I'll talk to the CSU guys and see if they have any extra coveralls that will fit her. The ambulance is over there, unit four," the EMT pointed and walked off to find the CSU techs.

"C'mon Bones," holding onto her upper arm, he led her over to unit four. He opened the back door and hooked up the camp shower. There was a towel hanging next to it as well.

"Here," the EMT said as he reappeared holding a pair of dark blue coveralls. "These should fit her. CSI Heltzer also gave me an extra pair of shoes that should fit as well."

"Thank you," Brennan said as he put the coveralls in the ambulance. She turned to Booth, "Will you get me a paper evidence bag for my clothing?"

Booth nodded briskly and walked off to get one. As he walked over to the CSU vehicle, he observed the scene. Murder always had too many cops, to many people milling around. But this…no one wanted to go inside. It seemed far more crowded than usual.

He heard a car beep at him and looked up. Hodgins, Angela, and Zach crawled out of Hodgins' Mini Cooper. They waved at him and looked around.

Booth grabbed a bag and waved back.

"Where's Brenn?" Angela called.

"Taking a shower. We'll be with you in a sec."

The Squints looked at each other. "A shower?"

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Booth could hear the shower running behind the door of the ambulance. Brennan had pulled the door open and was hiding behind it. He knocked on the door and the shower turned off.

"I got your evidence bag."

"Alright, hold on." He could hear her snapping latex gloves in place. "Hold it open."

He opened it and held it on her side of the door. He could just see her hands as she dropped her blood soaked shoes and clothing into the bag.

"Thanks, Booth. Are Angela and the others here yet?"

"They just got here," he said as he sealed the evidence bag, "I'm going to start debriefing them."

"I'll be there in a minute or two."

Booth nodded and headed back towards the CSU vehicle. He handed the bag to a CSI. She looked at him.

"Heltzer. You're partner okay?"

"Yeah, just cleaning up. These are her clothes. Thanks for letting her borrow the stuff."

"No problem. I'm glad it wasn't me."

Booth nodded and headed back over to the Squints. They were standing next to Booth's SUV, their faces thrown into odd shadows from so many revolving blue and red lights.

"What happened to Dr. Brennan?" Angela asked as soon as he was in range.

"She fell in the crime scene."

"And that warrants a shower?" Hodgins said.

"When there is at least three inches of blood and other…stuff, yeah, it does."

Zach looked appalled. "Why were we called in?"

"To help," Booth said, "we need everyone we can get. This crime scene is going to take forever to process."

"Well," Hodgins said, "let's go in."

"No."

They all turned. Brennan walked up to them wearing the dark blue CSU coveralls. The name 'Heltzer' was stitched above the right breast. Her hair was wet and pulled back loosely from her face. The tennis shoes she was wearing were a little too large.

"What?" Angela said.

"No. None of you are going in there."

"What if we want to?"

"No," Brennan said firmly.

Booth nodded. "I agree with Bones, it's bad."

"We've seen bad before," Zach said.

Brennan smiled tightly, "No, no you haven't."

Booth shook his head. "Trust me kid, nothing you've seen is like this."

Hodgins crossed his arms. "I'm going in."

"No, you are not," Brennan replied curtly. "You are my people, and I'm not letting you-"

"My God…what is that?" Angela asked in awe, pointing as the EMTs brought out the man from the altar.

"A survivor," Booth said softly.

"It's alive!"

"Yes, and it used to be a him."

"Oh, now I have to get in," Hodgins said, his eyes dancing.

"Damn it, Hodgins, I said no," Brennan snapped.

"I'm going," Hodgins pushed off the SUV and headed for the entrance to the warehouse.

"You want to know what's in there?" Booth asked, his voice tight. Hodgins paused, listening.

"There is a wall of trophies, and you know what those trophies are?"

Hodgins was now facing Booth directly, Angela and Zach held their breath, watching the exchange.

"What are they?"

"Penises, ripped from men, possibly while they were still alive. But that's not the worst of it…Do you want to know what the worst part was?"

Hodgins nodded slowly. Booth took a step forward so that he was towering over the smaller man.

"In a back room is a girl, nailed to the wall. She can't be more than twelve years old. She's completely naked, her chest ripped open. Her internal organs are spilling onto the floor."

Booth closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His face was pale, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"But the worst part…she has a sword shoved into her vagina, Hodgins. She was violated with the blade of a fucking sword. And…" he took another deep breath, his eyes still closed.

"Her eyes are open, staring right into your soul. Pleading…begging…" Booth took another deep breath…big mistake. He could taste the blood in the hair, the meat.

He gulped and felt bile rush up his throat. "She was raped…and left…."

He hit his knees and threw up. Brennan was next to him almost immediately.

"Booth, listen, open your eyes, breathe throw your nose, just like I told you inside."

His eyes opened; he stared fixedly at Hodgins' shoes. His breathing slowly evened out.

"I agree with Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth," Zach whispered, "I don't think we should go inside."

AN:I know, short and boring. Please review anyway! I love you all.