A/N: Sorry this has taken so long, but I finally found time and I used it to write this chapter for all you. So be kind and review when you've finished.

"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."

Chapter 11:

Brennan whipped her head in the direction of the now familiar voice that she couldn't quite place.

"Who are you?" Brennan asked, knowing she would have to stall for that one window of opportunity that she and Angela could escape. There was no waiting for Booth to come and rescue them. They needed to take matters into their own hands if given the opportunity.

"You mean you haven't figured it out? I have duped the great Dr. Temperance Brennan. And to think that I chose you and your friend to be our next guests because I thought you might get close."

"Guests!" Angela asked incredulously.

"You should feel honored, Miss Angela, you are taking part in a ritual that will bring myself and other members of my cult much wisdom and strength."

"You mean by raping, beating, and burning us alive," Brennan quipped sarcastically.

"That is correct. You will bring new life to my partner and I. Normally I would allow two new recruits to participate. But your friendship is stronger than most and your minds and bodies stronger than any other women we have had. It will be an honor to take your lives for our own."

"Oh dear God, I just wanted to go home and climb into some comfortable pajamas, eat a whole greasy pizza on my own and watch Phantom of the Opera on my new plasma television but you're totally ruining it for me mister!" Angela was turning her fear into anger and frustration. Brennan mentally scolded her friend. They wanted to keep the man talking, not piss him off more!

"I will take special privilege in making your flesh my own, Miss Angela. It has been a hard couple of days trying not to touch you." The creepy man stroked Angela's cheek gently and she twisted her face away from his touch only to receive a sharp slap on the face that served to momentarily stun her. "But you will learn your place before you die."

Brennan fought her restraints in vein on the impulse to make the man who slapped her best friend pay for what he did.

The door creaked open shedding the smallest amount of light into the dark room and allowing Brennan realization of who their kidnapper was. It was none other than the creepy man himself; Harry Zwittle.

"YOU!" Brennan shouted.

Harry directed his attention to the new comer in the room and ignored Brennan completely.

"Scrub these women clean. We will be doing our ritual tonight." Harry paused and glanced at the struggling doctor. "Use force if you must."

"Of course master." The other male voice said.

Harry left the room and was replaced by four other men of varying ages. They all approached Angela's slab first and began cutting the clothes from her body. She squirmed under the eyes of the men who were not only stripping her of her clothes but her dignity with each glance at her naked flesh. Every time she jerked or moved away from their hands they would slap her face or harshly pinch her skin making her whimper and Brennan to fight her chains even more.

Brennan could feel her wrists slick with her own blood and her ankles were in much the same state. She wouldn't let her best friend go through that kind of humiliation and not even try to do anything. Logic just wasn't helping her mind reason through her options. She only knew that her friend needed her and she wasn't of any help.

Finally they had finished undressing Angela and moved on to the exhausted woman just a few feet away. She received the same treatment as Angela except that after a particularly hard slap she actually blacked out for a few seconds and was stunned into not moving as they finished cutting the clothes from her weary body.

Two of the men left and came back a few seconds later with large buckets of soapy water and with a little help each woman was doused from head to toe in ice cold water that made both cry out in shock. Rough sponges were then used on their skin until they were rid of the filth that was sticking to their bodies. The four men left and they were alone and in the dark yet again.

"Angela, hun, are you alright?" Brennan asked softly.

"I am never letting you go out onto the field again after this Temperance Brennan."

Brennan smiled at the irony and at the inner strength her friend had. A broken sob in the otherwise quiet chamber brought Brennan back to reality.

"Why us, Bren?" Angela sobbed. "I mean, I know why, but why?" Another pause. "I realize that I should be focusing on how we're going to get out of this but I can't see past how much all of this is going to hurt, or how I might not get to tell Hodgins how cute he is, or tell Zack what getting a clue means. I'm not ready to die!"

"Neither am I Angela and that's why we're not going to."

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When Booth finally arrived at the morgue he saw Hodgins and Zach stumbling out of the main entrance looking as if they had run to hell and back. Throwing the SUV into park he jumped out of the vehicle and charged at them.

"Where is she? Where is Bones!" He wanted to shake them into talking.

"W-we don't know, Booth. The gas knocked us all out and when we came to the power was on and she wasn't anywhere in sight." Hodgins explained.

Booth took in the information like a blow to the stomach. He'd let her get taken again. He couldn't breathe anymore but he didn't care because she was probably facing far worse as they stood there. He must have looked the way he felt because Hodgins spoke up again.

"We'll get her back, man; Brennan and Angela." Booth noticed the absolute determination in the scientist's eyes and discovered a new found respect for the bug and slime guy of the squint squad.

"You're right. Let's go over the case information again and see if we can find a lead that will lead us to a suspect at the very least."

The squints nodded and they watched Booth begin to pace, occasionally stopping and stating a piece of evidence.

"Holly wasn't raped, correct?" Booth stopped in front of Zach this time.

"No."

"And she had signs of being beaten prior to death, yeah?"

"Yes."

"I'd say we should look more into her husband. At the very least he might have a history of beating his wife and we might find a lead from him. So, pack up your lap top because we're going to visit Harry Zwittle."

A/N: They're so close! But will they get there in time to save Angela and Tempe from torture or death? Find out next time in chapter 12!