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"Well, at least you're safe. I don't care if you hate me for the rest of our lives as long as you're safe." Pause. "Bones?"
"Booth, I'd hurry if I were you." Brennan whispered.
"What's wrong? What's happening?" His voice filled with panic.
"The power just went out – "
A voice in the background. "We've gotta get out of here, the place is filling with a halothane gas." It was obviously Hodgins.
He heard a crash and the line went dead.
Chapter 10:
Booth was positive that when and if they all lived through this he would lock that woman into a room with only one key that he was going to destroy. She seemed to be a magnet for trouble and when she was in trouble, he worried; and he hated to worry.
Now he was driving like a maniac towards the morgue in hopes to save the woman he loved, who didn't know how to love him in return. He was clearly a fool.
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When Brennan heard Hodgins explain what the gas filling the room was she instinctively lifted her shirt to cover her nose and mouth. But then someone bumped into her and she stumbled and dropped the cell phone to the ground where she heard it smash into tiny pieces as someone stepped on it.
"Sorry Dr. Brennan," he assistant whispered.
"That was my phone!" Brennan hissed. "It doesn't matter now, we need to get out of here."
"How? We can't see a foot in front of our faces!" Hodgins whined.
"Well if you'd like to wait for the gas to – " Brennan coughed harshly.
"You're right, of course. Let's go."
They all began checking doors but found that all but one was locked. Brennan threw the door open in desperation for real air, as they were all resorting to holding their breath. She took in a gasp for air and realized too late that it was thick with the same halothane. Her vision began to darken around the edges and she submitted to her body as it slumped to the floor.
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One thing was for sure; Angela was tired of the dark. She had gotten over her fear of the dark about an hour ago, or however long ago. She couldn't tell the time. She only knew when she was hungry, which she stopped being a while ago due to the lengthened amount of time she has gone with out food. She also knew that she had accidentally fallen asleep on two occasions but she had no idea for how long.
She seemed to be strapped to a concrete table with her hands straight above her head, resting on the slate while her legs were spread a little over shoulders length apart. She knew why her legs were bound the way they were; she wasn't naïve. Know one had even touched her yet and she was very grateful of that. In fact she has heard or seen nothing since waking and finding herself strapped to this hard slate.
Angela was about to succumb to sleep again when she heard a door open; a sound which sent chills down her spine and awakened her brain to heightened level.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Angela cracked voice sounded.
"Stop worrying, Miss Angela, we've brought you a friend. A best friend." It took a few seconds for her to soak in this information, but when she heard chains rattling the sound of clothes rustling, she knew.
"Bren!" Angela fought against her restraints until she was breathless and the pain in her joints became unbearable. "Sweetie, are you alright?"
She was met with silence.
"Please, Brennan say something."
"I wouldn't worry. She'll be out for a couple more hours, and then the fun will begin." Another voice said. This one was different than the first for sure. She silently vowed to try and keep count because it may useful later on.
The foot steps receded and she heard the door open and shut. There was dead silence yet again, except now that she knew what was coming she hated the deafening quiet. To help she began to sing something – anything. At first she started with nursery rhymes, but when she realized how depressing those were she moved on to more recent songs she would hear on the radio.
"You never could sing," a female voice cracked.
"Bren you're awake!" Relief flooded her body temporarily, "what the hells took you so long?"
"Halothane – knock out gas." She replied simply.
"They'll be coming back soon. They're going to torture us aren't they?" Angela asked timidly.
"Booth is on his way. He'll rescue us." The vibration in her voice gave away her lack of confidence but Angela didn't comment. She knew her friend only wanted to be strong for the both of them.
"Do we at least know who has kidnapped us?" Angela asked, trying to distract her mind by focusing on the case; something she had seen her best friend do quite often.
"Since you'll be dying, it won't matter if you know."
A/N: Short chapter, but quick update. Next chapter will be up by Wednesday, I hope. Review if you like me or my story.
