Disclaimer: See chapter one

(A/N) I just got my new computer today. I'm so, so, so happy to have a computer again. Didn't you just love the last episode of Bones? It was so good. Thank you so much for being patient with me and the slow updates and also thank you for your reviews.
EDITED: 7/2019
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Chapter Seven

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7:35 P.M. Monday

FBI Headquarters

Booth and Penning walked into the conference room, Booth looked around the room and saw that everyone was sitting at the huge table in the middle of the room. They had not noticed the two agents yet, so Booth and Penning took a moment to study them. Dr. Goodman was sitting at the head of the table furthest from the door, looking like he was deep in thought. Sitting to Goodman's right was Zach Addy, who was writing on a pad in front of him as he stared off into space, Booth wasn't sure that the young man even knew he was writing. Directly across from Zach, was Jack Hodgins who was sitting next to Angela quietly talking to her, she looked worried and terrified, as she sat there wringing her hands.

Jack was the first one to notice them standing by the door he stopped talking and sat back in his chair. This action alerted the rest to their presence.

"Is there any news?" Angela asked as she looked back and forth between the two agents, Penning nodded his head toward Booth, signaling him to talk the lead. Booth walked over to them and stopping next to Zach.

"Nothing I can share with you right now, but I can tell you we have a few leads."

"Is there anything we can do to help?" This came from Dr. Goodman.

"That's why we are here. We want to ask you a few questions."

"What would you like to know agent Booth?"

"Have any of you noticed anything unusual in the last week or so?" Booth asked as he looked at each one, in turn, starting with Zach, they all replied no.

"What about Bones did she mention seeing something unusual? Did she seem scared or tense this past week?"

Again they all gave him a negative response.

This time it was Penning asking the question"What about..."

Angela gasped, "Oh wait, I remember something, last week when I took Bren out to lunch I noticed that as soon as we left the lab she really seemed to be distracted but I didn't think too much of it then. I just figured that she was thinking about work. Later on, after lunch, we were walking back to my car when she just stopped all of a sudden and spun around. I stopped too and asked what was wrong, at first she just ignored me and kept looking around. Finally, she admitted that for the past few days she had been getting the feeling that she was being watched. I had been concerned and told her she should go to the police or better yet, talk to you about it. She just shrugged it off and told me it was nothing, just stress. I told her, she had good instincts and she should trust them and at least talk to you. After that, she quit acting so jumpy and never mentioned it again, even though I asked. I guess, I thought she had figured it out and it really was nothing," Angela's face scrunched up and she looked like she was on the verge of tears, "I should have done something then, I should have made her report it to the police, I shouldn't have left town, I..."

Hodgins cut in, "Hey, stop that. There was no way you could have known. This is not your fault."

"He's right, obviously this guy had been following Dr. Brennen for some time, there was nothing you could have done. The blame lies solely with the person who took her," Penning commented.

"There was no threatening letters or phone calls or anything that would have given us a clue that this was going to happen. And as you said even Bones didn't seem too worried. She didn't even talk to me about this," the last part was said with a little annoyance, "there was no way to know this was going to happen," Booth further assured her, and everyone else in the room.

Angela turned and buried her face in Hodgins' chest and started to cry, he went stiff as a board and looked as if someone had just thrown a poisonous reptile in his lap. Slowly he started to relax a little and put his arm around her and awkwardly rubbed her back, under different circumstances Hodgins' reaction would have been funny.

Goodman reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue, then leaned forward and handed it to Hodgins, who promptly gave it to Angela. Penning gave the artist a sympathetic smile, "I'd like to ask you all a few more questions," Angela calmed herself down and sat up moving away from Hodgins, and nodded. She wiped her eyes and nose with the tissue and waited for the next question.

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7:30 P.M. Monday

Location: Unknown

Temperance sat in her little hideout with a pad and pen, drawing up a little map, and coming up with a plan to get herself out of this mess. She would have to put this plan into action soon, very soon or she would not be strong enough to carry it out. Her injuries were beginning taking their toll.

Now that she was no longer able to change the bandage on her bullet wound, she knew it would be impossible to keep it clean. Then it would only be a matter of time before it got infected. When that happens she will be too sick to help herself, and then she will likely die or be found by him.

She didn't care for either of those options, she preferred to save herself. So she decided, that tomorrow just before dawn she was going to climb to the top of the hill, to make herself a compass. Also, she would be able to see if there was a road or maybe even a town nearby.

She figured that even though the warehouse where she had escaped, looked abandoned, the fact it was there suggested there must be a town nearby. A town where she could find help, she just needed to know where it was and get there.

So now that she had some idea of what she was going to do she put the pad and pen down. She glanced at her watch and frowned then looked outside it was starting to get dark. Temperance dreaded the night she knew it would be just as cold as it had been the night before. It was horrible to have everything you need to build a fire but be unable to for fear of being found by your enemy.

She tried to distract herself from thinking about the cold night ahead by trying to remember which direction the warehouse was. She had been at it for half an hour when she finally gave up, she was so exhausted, and in pain that she couldn't think straight anymore.

Temperance grabbed her bag and started to put all her things in it she wanted to be ready to leave first thing in the morning. She wasn't planning on coming back here so she was taking everything with her. She was a little nervous about tomorrow she had no idea what she would encounter or what she would do if she ran across him. Shaking her head, she told herself not to think about it.

"I hope someone is looking for me because if my plan doesn't work . . . well . . . " she shrugged her shoulders and gave a cynical snort, "I'll most likely end up dead," she looked out through the bushes, at the sky and said, "come on Booth, I'm counting on you, to... what's that saying . . . be my back, no, be my back up . . . no... have my back, that's it." Temperance smiled in triumph at being able to remember that little phrase. She hadn't had this giddy, sleep-deprived, silly, feeling since she was a kid. She didn't know why she felt this way, she had taken a nap earlier that day, even if it was not all that restful, she had still slept, 'It's probably just stress.' she decided.

With everything packed and ready to, she laid down and tried not to think about tomorrow or anything else for that matter and attempted to sleep.

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Sorry if this was a little slow but it will pick up in the next chapter.

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