Ok, so I'm not sure were all the fluff from the past few chapters came from. I swear I didn't set out to make this a fluff-fic (you know...a fic of nothing but fluff), but it sure has had alot of marshmellow fluff in it. But no more! Well, at least not this chapter. This is a serious chapter that, well, that kinda changes things. Yeah, we'll go with that. So, read on. And let me know what you think.

Dr. Temperance Brennan left her home at 6:45 in the morning. She stopped on her way to her car, and looked up at the sky. It was a beautiful day. Brennan smiled as her mind wandered back to the night before. To her and Booth dancing. Even at the thought, she felt heat spread across her cheeks. She didn't know what had inspired him to do that; all she knew is that it calmed her. Calmed and relaxed her. A smile came to her lips. This cheerful feeling was different to Brennan and she decided that she liked it.

Temperance took a deep breath, and started toward her car, only to have an uneasy sensation come over her. She quickly looked over her shoulder. Trying to spot anything that shouldn't be there, but nothing caught her eyes. Brennan shook her head, and turned back. Again, something felt wrong to her, and she picked up her pace.

Suddenly, arms came around her and a cloth put over her nose and mouth. Brennan struggled, but she couldn't break free. Panic stuck her, and she tried once again; this time trying to throw the person over her shoulder. The smell from the rag finally over took her, and conscious slipped away.

Seeley Booth smiled to himself, as he made his way to Brennan's lab. Thoughts of the night before played through his mind. Holding her in his arms, dancing to the soft music and then, after the song played, dancing to the song in his head. He had thought that she would pulled away, but she didn't. Instead, she laid her head against his shoulder. His smile widen at the thought of the kiss goodnight. It was becoming too much of a habit to kiss her cheek before leaving her. Of course, he had contemplated kissing her on the lips, but had decided that he didn't want to push it. Brennan was responding to his small gestures of intimacy, and he didn't want to blow it. "Have you seen Tempe?" Angela asked, as soon as Booth entered the lab.

"What?"

"Tempe? Brennan? Bones?" Angela started. "You know, that anthropologist you follow around like a puppy?" she snapped, eyes dark.

"Whoa," Booth said, holding out a hand to quiet her. "No need to get prissy."

"Sorry, Booth," Angela apologized. "It's just that it's 8:45 and we haven't heard from Tempe."

"She's not answering her phone?"

"No. Not her cell or her home. I've left about two-dozen messages. I even have Hodgins and Zack calling."

"Dr. Brennan said she would be in early," Zack said, coming up to stand near Angela. "She wanted to get go over some new evidence for your case."

"Yeah," Hodgins said from where he stood. "It's not like Brennan to not be here."

"Angela, do you have keys to her place?" Angela nodded. "Come on." Booth grabbed her by the arm and started to lead her from the lab. "If anybody ask, you haven't seen us."

"What about Goodman?" Zack asked.

"Use your own judgment," Booth called.

Brennan slowly came back to reality, and panic took grip immediately. Her hands were tied behind her back, and a blindfold covered her eyes. She listened; trying to tell where she was and who was with her, but she didn't hear anything. This isn't good, she thought to herself, and almost laughed when she realized what an understatement that was. Brennan tried to sit up, but found that her head began to swim, bringing on a feeling of nausea. She fell back down to what she figured to be a mattress. The air was cold, and Brennan shivered. Great. If my kidnappers don't kill me, then I'm going to freeze to death.

"Bones!" Booth yelled, as he pounded of Brennan's door. "Bones! You in there?"

"Tempe, please open up," Angela pleaded.

"Open it," Booth told her. Angela fumbled with the key, but quickly the lock clicked. Booth put a hand on her arm. "Wait here," he said. Angela nodded, and took a step back. Booth's hand went to his gun and unclipped the holster. He pushed the door opened and slowly entered. His eyes scanned the area with sniper perceptiveness. Everything was still. Booth made his way through each room, not much different than he had done last night. This time, however, he knew Brennan wasn't taking a shower. "She's not here," he called to Angela, as he walked back into the living room. Angela peeked around the door jam, before entering.

"Then where the hell is she?" Angela said. Booth knew that she was upset. Brennan's car was parked outside, and her place was empty.

"I don't know," he said. "But I'm going to find her."

"Who would take her?" Booth had his theories, but nothing he wanted to tell Angela. Nothing that he knew for sure.

"Again, I don't know," Booth snapped. The look an Angela's face touched him. He knew that Brennan was her best friend, and whatever he felt, then Angela felt it too. He walked over to her and put his hands on her upper arms. "I'm sorry, Angela, I didn't mean to snap."

"I know, Booth. I know you're worried too."

"I'll find her." Angela gave him a weak smile. "Come on. Let's get back to the lab."

Brennan laid very still. She heard something that she knew. Her cellphone! It was there, somewhere. If I could only get to it. But she didn't know where it was. It sounded like it was in the same room as she was, but since she didn't know how big the room was-or who was there with her- she didn't try to move. Who is in here? Brennan had tried to listen to see if she could tell how many people was watching her, but she hadn't heard anything. Nothing, until her phone began to ring. Somehow, she knew it was Angela. And then it rang again. Hodgins. She smiled to herself. Again the phone rung. Zack. She knew that her friends were going crazy with worry. What about Booth? Was he looking for her? Was he going crazy too? Of course, she answered. Booth is out there right now looking for me. She let out a heavy sigh. She hated waiting. Hated not knowing. Hated the fact that someone had got the drop on her.

Booth paced back and forth in front of Dr. Daniel Goodman's desk. Angela sat in one chair and Hodgins beside her, quietly handing her a new tissue when she needed it. Zack stood in the corner, wringing his hands together. Dr. Goodman took in each and every face; trying to read each person emotional state. The was a look of total panic on Zack's face. Goodman likened it to the look a boy afraid of the dark. Brennan is Zack's mentor; his teacher. Without Brennan to show him the way, he's lost. Like he's wandering through a dark room.

The next face he looked at was Angela. Ah, yes, poor Ms. Montenegro. Her and Dr. Brennan are very close friends. Probably best friends, I would say. Angela looked distraught. Her eyes were red from tears, and her mouth turned down in a frown. She held a tissue tight in one hand, ready to wipe away any tears that might escape, and her other hand fidgeted with the nails of her first hand. She sat forward in her chair; elbows resting on her knees. No sound came from her except the occasional hiccup.

Dr. Jack Hodgins sat beside Angela. Box of tissues at his feet, in easy reach for when he thought his co-worker needed a fresh one. He too, sat forward in his chair, slightly turned turn her. Goodman noticed that every so often, he would reach out and rest his hand on her hand. That was the only time that Angela smiled.

The sound of a mumbled curse and a hand hitting the wall brought Goodman's eyes to the face of Special Agent Seeley Booth. Booth had been working with the lab for a short time. Assigned to work closely with Brennan and her team, Goodman was surprised to see the bond that the five of them had made. The squints- ah, yes Agent Booth, I'm fully aware as to how you refer to the scientific community- distrusted him considerably the first time he walked into the labs. And Booth looked upon them as nothing more than pawns to help him solve his cases. He was determined that technology and old fashion face-to-face, gut reasoning police work could not work together. Goodman was pleased to see, however, that it wasn't long before them were all meeting up for drinks after work. The Booth was including Brennan in his fieldwork. Of course it bothered him to have Brennan out there, but also knew that it made her better at her job. Yes, Goodman thought. When Booth walked in nobody thought that the FBI agent and anthropologist to become partners. Real partners. Goodman watched as Booth ran a hand through his hand and began his pacing again. His eyes and face was dark with worry…and something else. Goodman couldn't quite put his finger on what other emotion was there. Of course he's worried, Goodman thought. This is his partner. His friend. But what else? Finally he spoke. "Is there any chance Dr. Brennan went off somewhere by herself?" He knew it was an impossible theory, but it needed to be asked.

"No," Zack said. "She wouldn't just leave. Especially when there was a skeleton."

"Zack's right," Angela said. "Tempe wouldn't just disappear. Not with a case. And not without telling somebody. Me or Booth or somebody!" Goodman nodded his understanding.

"Who was the last person to see her?"

"I left the lab at about 7:45 last night," Angela said. "Tempe was still here."

"Yeah," Hodgins said. "Zack and I were still here too. What time did we leave?" he asked looking over to the young man in the corner.

"Oh, umm…about 8:50 or so. Dr. Brennan said that she was leaving shortly after us."

"So I guess then you two were the last to see her." Goodman glanced up to Booth who had stopped his pacing. "Is that correct?" Zack and Hodgins both nodded. "I'll call down to the guard desk. See what time she left." Goodman reached for his phone.

"No." Every pair of eyes turned to look at the man who had spoken. "When she left here she was fine."

"And you know this how?" Goodman asked, placing the phone back onto its cradle. Booth rubbed the back of his neck, and let his eyes close.

"I know because I saw her after she left."

"What time, Booth?" Angela asked. Booth dropped his eyes to the floor, and cleared his throat.

"I…umm…was at her place last night. I didn't leave until about 11." The room was quiet with shocked silence.

"So we can say that whatever happened to Dr. Brennan was done between 11 and this morning. What time did you try to call her, Ms. Montenegro?"

"Oh, umm," Angela wiped at her eyes. "She was suppose to be here around 7. When she wasn't here at 7:30 I started calling." Goodman nodded.

"Between 11 last night and 7:30 Dr. Brennan went missing."

"But who would do something like this?" Angela begged, looking at Booth. Her eyes were red and wet, and they tugged at Booth's heart.

"I don't know, Ange," he said. He opened his mouth to continue, but was cut off by his phone. "Booth." Everybody watched as he listened. "Be right there." He snapped his phone shut, and looked around the room. "I've got to go," he said.

"Is it something about Tempe?" Angela asked, standing up. "Have they found her?" She almost ran to Booth. He put his hands on her upper arms, like he had done early that day.

"They haven't found her. Yet. But I will. I give you my word. I'm going to find Temperance." He turned loose and met the eyes of Goodman. "I'll call as soon as I know anything." He turned and left.

"I suggest," Dr. Goodman said, after a cough to get everybody's attention. "That we try to continue on with our work. That's what Dr. Brennan would want."

I haven't done anything with Dr. Goodman, so I thought he would be perfect for this chapter. I hope I wasn't totally OOC with him. So did you like it? Can you believe it? I couldn't. When I wrote about Brennan getting kidnapped, I was like "Whoa. Where did that come from?"

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Wolfy