Ok, so in this chapter you learn who called Booth. It's kinda slow...but needed to be written. Hope you like it.

"Seeley," a tall man with graying hair greeted Agent Booth with an out stretched hand.

"Agent Penn." Booth took the offered hand. "Thanks for the phone call. I'm glad to see you're lead on this case." Stanley Penn had been an agent for 28 years, and Booth respected the man immensely. In fact, he owed Penn a great bit of thanks. If it hadn't been for the older agent taking him under his wing then Booth knew he wouldn't be who he was today.

"Sorry to hear about your partner." Booth pinched his lips together at the statement. Booth hated being on the wrong side of this conversation.

"I hope that means that you're going to get her back for me." Penn watched Booth carefully and then nodded.

"I'm going to give it my all. What can you tell me about Dr. Brennan?" Booth stuck his hands into his pants pockets.

"What do you need to know?" Booth knew the line of questioning but waited for Penn to ask something specific.

"Well, first off, what is she like?" One side of Booth's mouth twisted up in a half grin.

"You've never met her, have you?" Penn shook his head no. "Where to start? Bon- um…I mean Dr. Brennan is a strong willed, impendent woman. She's more than capable of taking care of herself. She's work driven and brilliant. She's after the truth, always has been. Brennan has trouble with trusting people- making friends- but once you've gained her trust then she's always got your back. There's nothing she wouldn't do for her team." Booth stopped and took a deep breath.

"How capable is she? Of taking care of herself, I mean."

"She can kick just about anyone's butt in a fair fight. And sometimes when it isn't fair. That's why I'm so worried. I've seen her fight, Penn. She's good. Someone had to get the drop on her." Penn had taken out his notebook and was scribbling down notes.

"Does she have any enemies?" Penn asked, looking up at Booth when he snorted.

"You're talking about a woman who's help solve some high profile cases."

"Wasn't she charged with murder not long ago?" Booth nodded.

"Those charges were dropped," he told Penn. "The real killer was caught."

"And you flew down to New Orleans, did you not? Was that official business?" Booth narrowed his eyes.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Penn shrugged.

"Nothing really," Penn answered. "I just heard you went, wanted to know why." Booth smiled and shook his head.

"No, Stanley. I took vacation to go." Penn nodded.

"Ok, Seeley. Tell me about her team."

"Well, there's Angela Montenegro. She's Brennan's best friend. Angela is the forensic artist for the team. She's really good. At both her job and at art. I've seen her stuff that doesn't include the face of a dead person. Angela also has a knack for recreating crime scenes with this…weird 3-D computer thing." Booth waited while Penn finished his notes. "Then there's Zack Addy. He's Brennan's assistant. Too smart for his own good. I don't even want to know his IQ. Zack helps Brennan in the lab with skeletons, research, anything really." Penn nodded. "The last is Dr. Jack Hodgins. Hodgins is the bug guy. Expertise in bugs, spores and minerals."

"What about her boss?" Penn asked as he flipped to a clean sheet of paper.

"Ah, Dr. Daniel Goodman. I don't have a lot of contact with him, that's Cullen's job. I have worked some with him. He's a good man. He keeps the lab in order. Keeps a tight rein on the squints."

"Anything else you can think of? What about your current case?"

"Bones wasn't really on this case. She was only dealing with the skeleton." Penn noticed the nickname, but didn't say anything. "Cullen assigned a new partner for this."

"And how much did you tell Dr. Brennan?" Penn asked coolly. Booth dropped his eyes and lifted one shoulder. "So where do you think I should start?" Penn watched the other agent think. He had taken his hands out of his pockets and had them crossed over his chest.

"Can I tell you something, Stanley?" Penn nodded. "Put that away." Booth indicated the notebook with his head. Penn closed the small book and put it in his inside coat pocket. "Agent Diana Weasley. I don't trust her. She's my partner for this case, but there's something about her. Just, look into it."

"Alright, Booth. I'll start there personally." He held out his hand. "Thank you, Seeley." Booth took the offered hand.

"Keep me informed, Penn. I want to know everything you can tell me." The older agent looked at Booth knowingly. He knew that the young man was struggling, so he waited. "She's more than a partner." Penn gave him a smile.

"I'll call you as soon as I know something. Promise, Seeley. If I know it, you'll know it." Penn placed a hand on Booth's shoulder, gave it a squeeze then he turned and walked away. Booth stood there for a minute watching the other agents. He hated the fact that this wasn't his case. That Cullen wouldn't let him on it, but Booth understood. He had too much invested in it, but just because he understood, doesn't mean he had to like it. Booth reached for his phone as it went off.

"Booth." He listened to Weasley on the other end. She was the last person he wanted to talk to, but he did have a case. And he realized that Bones would want him to solve it.

Dr. Temperance Brennan let out a heavy sigh. Her hands and feet were bound but she had been able to force herself to sit up. Now her back rested on the cold surface of a wall. She drew her legs up to her chest. An uncomfortable feeling had taken hold of her about twenty minutes before. A feeling that she willed to go away, but it was just getting worst. "Hey," she called out. She licked her lips and started again. "Is there anybody out there?" Nothing. "I've got to go to the bathroom!" She waited, and it surprised her when she heard the sharp click of a lock. Then the squeak of a door opening, and then two sets of feet across the wood floor. Brennan felt the cold tip of a gun to her temple. The binds at her feet were loosened and a hand on her forearm drug her to her feet. A quick walk ended with her hands being untied.

"Keep the blindfold on and make it quick," a deep voice said. Brennan put out her hands and felt the way into a small bathroom. Well, I've never used the toilet without seeing, she thought. The prospect of using a toilet she couldn't see didn't appeal to Brennan, but neither did the prospect of wetting her pant. The bathroom trip was slow going, back Brennan was finally able to use the restroom and wash her hands. As she cut the water off, a hand grabbed her and tied her hands back behind her back. Once back to the mattress, her feet were retied as well. Then she heard one of her watchers hit a series of buttons, then her voice filled the room. Whoever was in the room with her had put her cell phone on speaker. The watcher hit another few buttons and her mailbox came up. How did they know my password? she thought, but it was pushed aside when she heard the phone voice say message one then Angela's voice came on.

"Tempe, running a little late, are we?" her friends voice was light and teasing. "Message two."

"Tempe, sweetie, where are you at?" Message three, four, and five where all Angela. Her voice getting more and more worried.

"Message six."

"Brennan, it's Jack. Where are you? Angela is really worried. Call me."

"Message seven."

"Dr. Brennan, this is Zack. I have those findings you wanted. Are you coming in today?" Messages eight through fifteen where a rotation of Angela, Hodgins and Jack.

"Message sixteen."

"Bones, it's Booth. Where are you? We're heading to your place." Brennan thought his voice sounded a little worried, but she couldn't be sure.

"Message seventeen."

"Tempe, please call me back," Angela's voice pleaded. "We're all really worried."

"Message eighteen."

"Where the hell are you, Bones." This time Brennan could hear the concern in Booth's voice and suddenly her heart leaped. Booth was worried about her and she knew that he was looking. He had to be.

"End of messages." She heard the phone snap shut and it was dropped somewhere in the room. Then her watcher left, leaving the sound on the lock dangling in the air.

Ok, so I love the fact Brennan had to go to the restroom. I thought it was funny. That's something that always gets me. Somebody is kiddnapped and they NEVER go to the bathroom. I have to pee when I'm nervous. I would be going every 2 minutes! I know, I know. TMI.

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