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Chapter Six
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Brennan jerked awake with the realization someone was touching her. Her face, her neck, her arm. She stayed completely still, hoping that he'd stop, but when she felt A large hand traveling up the inside of her thigh. She tried moving away from the touch, but it was useless.

"Don't touch me." She bit out. Her words were the only weapons she had.

"Are you sure?" The voice that came back made her freeze. His voice crashed into her, seemingly breathing her back to life. That soothing voice, smooth as water. The voice that she knew so well had tears forming in her eyes.

"Booth?" She was confused. If Booth was here he'd untie her. He'd hold her close she was sure of that. "No. Not Booth." She added when she remembered what Oliver had said that Willis did voices. He did a good Booth impression, but something was missing, making it less flawless. She didn't know what it was, but she'd use that difference to know this isn't Booth

"Are you sure?" His voice cut into her again. She wanted it to be him so bad. His hand found her core, stroking her. "I can make you feel so good, Baby."

"Don't touch me!" She struggled to get away from the touch. "You're not Booth, and your impersonation of his voice sucks." It was a lie, but he didn't need to know that.

He removed his hand from between her legs, only to wrap it around her neck, giving it a squeeze. "You think so? I haven't had much time." This voice she didn't know. Must be his own. "How about this voice?" He switch again, and this time it sounded like Sully. "If I use this voice can I touch you?" His lips were suddenly on her neck. "Can I kiss you?"

"No, you may not." She hated that she was shaking now. She was afraid, tired, and hungry. Her hands ached and she really had to pee. Which, in the grand scheme of things, didn't seem like it should matter, but it did.

"Get off her, Willis. It's time to eat." Oliver said from somewhere.

"I'll be back," Willis said in his own voice. She didn't like it. It was low, breathy, and creepy.

"Sorry about him." There was a sound as if Oliver had moved a chair or something close to her. She was confident that he was settled between her legs. "Unfortunately, for now, he's someone we must put up with. Open wide."

"What is it?" She could smell that he had food. It made her mouth water and her stomach let out a growl. But it also smelt like meat.

"Steak, asparagus with baby potatoes. Now open wide."

"I don't eat meat." There was a silence that told her he didn't like her response.

"You will learn." His controlled tone grated on her nerves. "Now, open." The last word was a demand.

She choked down the food, her stomach rolling with the reintroduction of meat. She'd have to go to the bathroom and that was an unpleasant experience. Sure, they let her go. But it was in a portable potty and since they refused to unchain her, they wiped for her. She tried to tell herself that this was a normal bodily process and nothing to be embarrassed about, but there it was. She hated how degrading it felt. Hated the feel of someone else touching her like that.

"I had a long day," Oliver told her as he forced her to eat. He complained about his job, and how his boss treated him poorly. "He will regret crossing me one day. They all will."

She said nothing as she wasn't sure how to respond. He talked to her as if this were something everyone did. Like they were friends.

"Do you have anyone who doesn't like you at work?"

"A lot of people don't like me. They think I'm cold and heartless."

"Oh, Temperance." She flicked when he caressed her cheek. "They just don't know you. Not like I do. They don't see what I see."

"Booth sees me." She wasn't sure why she said it but felt the need to. And Angela. I have people. People who will find me."

"Don't speak of him!" Oliver snapped. "Booth is nothing, do you hear me? He's nothing!"

"Booth is everything."

The sting of his hand slapping her cheek surprised her. "We don't talk about Booth!" His words came out harsh.

She heard him take a deep breath as footfalls told her he was moving around. "Now. It's time to get you washed up and changed. I bought you a few sleeveless dresses. It will be easier to put on and off."

She imagined so. Her feet were weighted down by heavy weights. She was able to move her legs, but it wasn't easy.

She hated the feeling of him cutting her clothes off her. Hated the way his breath caught when she was fully exposed to him. Her stomach rolled when he ran his fingers over her nipples, squeezing one. "Oh, Temperance."

She cried as he jerked onto her, the sounds of him working himself, the noises he made, made her skin crawl. When he was done, he gave her a sponge bath, touching her way too sweetly. As he washed her, he spoke soothing words of love. It was sick and wrong and made her want to scream.

The dress he put her in was light and shorter than she'd like. Especially considering she was underwear-less. Maybe it was irrational, but she would feel so much better if she'd had underwear.

Once Oliver had her back on the floor, her legs and arms back in a position in which she could hardly move, he'd kissed her goodnight and left.

She took a few minutes to absorb the last… however long she'd been here. She closed her eyes, thought of Booth, and cried herself to sleep.


"Agent Booth. Long time no see." Oliver cooed. "Is Dr. Brennan here?"

Booth leaned against the table, ready to punch this creep out. All the other leads were dead ends. Oliver was his last hope out of this bunch of suspects.

"Funny you should ask," Sweets put In. "We would like to know where you were Wednesday morning? Between midnight and five?"

"Wednesday? I was with my mother in Iowa. She's been terribly lonely. Why?"

"Someone has kidnapped Dr. Brennan. And I'm not convinced that it wasn't you." Booth said tightly.

"You're welcome to check my alibi. It must be unpleasant for you? To not get to see her every day? Imagine how I feel? Not being able to see her? Know her? Touch her?"

Booth moved fast, jerking Oliver from his chair, and holding him against the wall. "I swear to god, if you have any idea where she is, if you've hurt my partner, the woman I love!"

"Agent Booth!"

"I will end you!" He pulled away before he did real damage. He had to pace the room before looking back at Oliver, but couldn't manage to unclench his fist.

"I promise you, agent Booth. I wasn't even in town on Wednesday. I didn't get back until Thursday afternoon. Besides, where would I keep a prisoner? You've seen my apartment."


"His alibi checks out. " Booth ran his hands down his face before pinching the bridge of his nose. "All of their alibis check out."

"It's been three days. The likelihood of."

"Don't." Booth bit out.

"I'm sorry, Agent Booth. I don't like it any more than you do, but it's my job to keep things in perspective. Given the state of her apartment and how carefully this whole thing seemed to be planned? This guy is smart. He wanted to have time with her. There is no ransom demand. This is personal. And she won't go down without a fight. If he doesn't get what he wants from her? Or even if he gets what he wants from her?" He didn't have to elaborate his meaning.

"Shut up, sweets. She's not dead! She's not."

"Agent Booth."

"No!" He stood, slamming his hand on his desk. "She's alive." God, please let her be alive.

"She's not invincible." Sully held his hands up when Booth shot him with daggers. "Hey, I want to believe that she's alive too."

"Why? You left her. Broke her damn heart doing it. Why do you care?"

"I asked her to come with me. I wanted Temperance by my side. Don't for one minute think I don't care!"

"If you cared so much, you wouldn't have left!" What was he doing? He didn't care that Sulky left. Selfishly, he'd been glad Sully left.

"What about you?"

"I never left!"

"No? You're not getting married? You don't think that's breaking her heart!"

They were nose to nose now, both throwing off aggression like two male lions ready to fight for their mate.

"Enough!" Angela's voice broke through them. Both taking a step back. "That's not going to help bring her home." Angela put the food bags down. "Now let's eat so we can get back to work."

As he ate, he thought over what had happened in the interrogation room. He'd lost his cool, yeah that wasn't great, but his words are what kept repeating. My partner. The woman I love. That's what he'd said. The woman I love. He'd spoken the truth. The problem was, it was more true than he'd realized. Bones was the woman he loved.


"Let me go!" She yelled and screamed as she pulled on her chains. They had adjusted her ankle chains so she could move her legs a little better, but it was her wrist chains that restricted her the most. She wanted to go home! Wanted to get this fucking blindfold off!

"Oliver!" She screamed more, so much that her voice grew horse. "Let me go! Please! Let me go!"

"Help!" She cried, growing frantic. She hated not being able to see. She just wanted to see! "Help me! Please! Someone help me!"

"Would you shut up?"

It's not Booth. It's not Booth. It's not Booth. She chanted over and over because, god, she wished she could allow herself to pretend it was.

"Where's Oliver?" It wasn't that she liked Oliver. But Oliver was at least kind in his own messed-up way. Willis was an ass and one of these days she was afraid he'd have his way with her.

"He was called into the FBI. Your partner is working hard to find you. It's a shame that he will find Oliver had an iron-clad alibi."

His footsteps drew closer, making her stomach clench. Oliver wasn't here. He'd likely be gone a while.

The sound of a switch being flicked was her first warning. Then she felt her chains being pulled, forcing her into a standing position. She clenched her jaw, refusing to cry out in pain. When her feet barely touched the ground, he turned the switch off.

"Finally we can be alone without the worry of interruption." His finger grazed over her covered breast. "Should I use this voice?" He asked switching back to Booths, or this one?" That was Sully. "Or I can switch it up and use this one?" Hodgins. How did he know their voices?

"I prefer you not to touch me at all." She replied through clenched teeth

He laughed. "You all say that. But at the end of the day, all you whores are the same. All of you come on my cock."

"You're delusional."

He sucked at the skin of her neck as he pulled her dress down. "Sticks and stones, baby." He pulled painfully on her nipple, no doubt trying to make her cry out. "But whatever you think of me? Whatever you say? I will have my way." As his to demonstrate, his other hand went to her core, painfully entering her.

She grew still now, trying to do what Booth told her she should do. Don't give them the satisfaction of your pain. She closed her eyes as he touched, pinched, licked, and prodded her.

To remove herself from the invasion, She walked herself through her first case with Booth. Trying to allow the memory to override what was happening to her body. She was proud of herself for not crying out. But she couldn't stop the tears that silently fell as Willis violated her body.

Booth was looking for her. She had to survive long enough for him to do what he did best. He wouldn't stop until he found her. None of them would. She just had to hold on.


Ten days. Booth took a shot of his favorite bourbon, feeling the warmth it created in his belly. Ten long and unproductive days with nothing to show for them. Not. A. God. Damned. Thing.

Anger, fear, heartache, and confusion bubbles up in him, making him feel like he was ready to panic with the emotions. Angry that he couldn't find her. Fear that it was too late. Heartache for what she might be going through. For the idea of losing her and being confused because he loved her.

He loved her. It wasn't a surprise. He's loved her for years. Before he even realized it for the first time he loved her. No. It was how much he loved her that surprised him. He'd meant it when he said he loved Hannah. That she's wasn't a consultation prize. He'd been heartbroken about bones' confused, but he'd been sure he wanted Hannah more.

But after this, he wasn't sure. These past few months with Bones pulling away and now the kidnapping has made him really look at what has been there all along. He was madly, crazily, stupidly in love with his best friend. His partner. The one woman who can drive him insane in one moment and have him laughing in the next. They don't make sense. They never did. But he loved that woman.

He loved Hannah too. Was engaged to be married. And he would marry her. He wouldn't ever make her feel second best. He wouldn't ever make her feel like she wasn't good enough. He would give her his heart and their marriage his all.

But he would always know the truth. That Bones is his soulmate. She was the one he felt the safest with. She was the first person he wanted to share his thoughts with. The only person he'd share his darkest moments with. His shitty past. She was the person who he felt like he could be his truest self with. And that didn't sit right with him. He knew Hannah should be that person.

Bones would forever hold his heart and she was gone. Overwhelming anxiety gripped him and he swept everything off the table, screaming at the top of his lungs. "Fuck!" Fuck. Oh god! Fuck!

"Seeley!" Hannah rushed over, kneeling next to him because he'd fallen to his knees as he buried his face in his hands. He had a cut on his bare arm, and blood dripped down onto the wooden floor.

"Seeley." She pressed her head to his, placing one hand on his neck, and the other on his bare chest that was heaving with his labored breaths.

"I've failed her." He choked on the words, sorrow overtaking the anger. "I. Oh god." He pulled her closer to him, wishing she were bones. Feeling like shit for wishing she were anyone else.


"Seeley." Hannah held him as he cried, saying nothing more because she was afraid that he was right. Not that he failed. None of this was his doing, but even if they found her, at this point, it's likely she's dead.

"I know. I know." She ran his fingers through his hair, just holding him.

Later, she was cleaning the cut on his arm. It wasn't deep but deep enough to need proper cleaning. He looked past her at nothing, his blank expression worrying her. She'd never seen him like this.

Truth was? Outside of the pressures of a war zone, she'd never seen him any other way but happy. They'd never been through anything bad. Never had a serious conversation about their past. About their future. The past has been left in the past and the future was left to the future.

That was how she liked it. She hated planning the future, hated worrying about the past. One you couldn't change, the other you couldn't plan for because you never knew where life would bring you.

Before these things weren't a problem, but now she was getting married. To someone she loved dearly, and while she was sure he loved her, she was afraid he loved temperance more.

Once she was done with his arm, he thanked her, kissed her, and wished her a goodnight. She was left feeling lost and confused. She didn't know how to handle this side of Seeley. And that gave her a lot to think about.
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