The air Medico Legal lab is tense as the morning turns to afternoon and Dr. Brennan's office remains dark. They've all tried calling her to no avail. The time hits one when Angela gives up on keeping her worry at bay "I'm going to go to her apartment, see what's up," she says leaning into Cam's office.
The pathologist sighs, "This isn't like her, I'll try seeing if Sweets or Booth know anything," Cam's computer beeps, opening it hoping it's good news, "Well, we got an ID, DNA is from First Sergeant Brent Cooper, no one's reported him missing though."
"Send that to Laurie, I'll look into it after I get back."
The artist ends up not going to her friend's apartment. When she gets to the parking garage she sees Brennan's car, in it's assigned spot beside Cam's and Hodgins' cars. Frowning, she goes up to the car, the anthropologist's car door is open slightly, but there's no sign of Brennan anywhere. Angela's hands shake as she grabs her phone, "Cam, we have a problem."
Less than an hour later the FBI is all over the scene, looking over what evidence they can find, the open glove box and gun on passenger seat shows Brennan didn't go quietly, her wallet, on the ground a ways away from her car hopefully has fingerprints from whoever did this, is right beside a mostly empty syringe. The Squints and Sweets are in Angela's office, "Okay, so here's what the security tapes show."
When Angela starts the video they see Brennan's car pull in, it stays there for almost a minute the brunette not getting out right away. A figure goes up to the car and taps on the window, a gun pointed through the window. The team looks over the figure looking for any identifying features, but they're in a plain black sweatshirt and jeans, a baseball cap covering the rest of the face. Brennan doesn't get out of the car, instead the person slams open the door, pulling her out. Brennan stands up straight, saying something to the figure as the gun is put to her forehead, then they stab a syringe in Dr. Brennan's arm, injecting most of it before Brennan can react, almost immediately the Doctor seems woozie, the shot is blocked by a grey SUV coming through. When it's gone so is Brennan along with whoever took her.
The team is silent after the video ends, it's Cam who snaps out of it first, "Hodgins, I need you to find out what they injected. Angela, see if you can find out about our kidnapper, height, weight hair color, whatever, same with that car, you know what to do."
Sweets looks pale as he says, "I'll start going through Dr. Brennan's old cases, see if there's anyone that stands out as a suspect for this," he doesn't wait for an answer before leaving, "If they don't demand ransom it's probably someone from her cases."
Cam leaves too, hoping that her expertise won't be needed. After getting in her office she picks up her phone, "Booth, I know you're not in town but you need to get back, now."
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Brennan half comes to in a dark room, she looks around and takes stock as best she can. There's a length of rope in her mouth effectively muting her, her hands are handcuffed together is the next thing she notices. She feels her legs, those are bound too.
As her eyes adjust to the low light she sees there's a mattress in the corner of the room and a bucket in the other. Before she has a chance to look around further the room is flooded with light as the door opens before slamming shut. Before her eyes are able to adjust again she's yanked to her feet, "Don't fight me or you'll regret it Dr. Brennan. Stay standing." the voice sounds off, the person is changing their voice. Brennan assumes he has a device under their mask.
Before she can look further at her captor she's hit in the stomach. She doubles over in pain when another one lands, she steps back but the ties on her leg tense, he punches her in the face and with that she falls, grunting as she can't stop or even cushion her fall. He grins, "I told you to stand." he then kicks her, before the next one she shifts her hands preparing to catch his next kick. She catches it, attempting to twist to flip him, only for her to be hit by his heel, the person laughs, rolling her onto her back then straddling her on the ground, "Listen to me, Dr. Brennan. You will stop fighting. I will break you. I will not kill you unless you make me. Only after you are completely broken, I will let you go. Do you understand?"
Brennan nods once. The mask shows no emotions, "Good," he nods, pulling a folding knife from his back pocket. First he brings it to her face Brennan stops breathing as he runs it along her cheek. He laughs as he cuts the gag off. "Now your punishment," he raises her shirt revealing her already reddening, he brings the knife to her skin cutting a deep wound from her lower ribs to her hip, she is unable to bite back her scream, "That's a warning," he gets off her, next time will be worse. He stands, kicking her twice more before leaving the room.
When he leaves Brennan starts to try to record her injuries, her eye is probably going to blacken, the cut will be an issue but isn't awful, the kicks will probably cause bruises but nothing feels broken. She continues her analysis by extending to the room, it's not big, approximately 6 feet by 8 feet, there's only the one door in and out. Looking up to the opposite wall she sees there's a window, groaning she forces herself to stand and try to check it out, it's night. It's a new moon so no light's coming in and she can't guess the time either. The window is locked from the outside, and too high and narrow for her to potentially climb out. Room sorted out she finally tries to think how she got here, she was at the Jeffersonian, she remembers driving there, but then blank she sighs and decides to try to use clues later.
The door clicks and she quickly steps away from the window, best not to anger her captor further, but this person was shorter, still wearing a mask though, shorter than the first person. They're holding a small tray. They put it on the floor and leave. Brennan hesitates before going over to it, it's a tray of food not much, rice, bread, and apple, peanut butter a few granola bars and two bottles of water. She hesitates to eat anything they've given her. The FBI and her team will find her. Booth will find her. She just has to survive til then. Looking at the food again she sits, the apple, bars and water will be safe, she takes them from the tray and takes them eating them maybe a bit too fast washing it down with the water. She still feels woosie so moves to the mattress the door opens a third time, the first man is back.
"Didn't enjoy the meal, Dr. Brennan?" he kicks the tray spilling the remaining food, he smirks, "We won't poison you, Dr." He walks up to her smirking, "Your arm." he orders. Brennan tries to pull herself away, he risks, " Come now, you must learn to behave." he graba a revolver from his hip, spinning it three times before putting it to her forehead, cocking it and pulling the trigger. Brennan feels her breath hitch for a second, her eyes screw shut and she hears the bang and… nothing. Her ears are ringing but she's alive. He laughs, "One bullet. Use your brain to figure the odds of it turning out well for you each time. Now, give me your arm."
She hesitantly gives it to him and he stabs a syringe into it, "Good night Dr. Brennan."
Brennan isn't certain what he gave her but very quickly she can't stay awake, she falls asleep despite her best efforts
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It's past midnight when Hodgins enters Angela's office. His wife is running through the security tape still, he know she has been going at it for hours, "Angie…"
"If you tell me to go home Hodgins I will divorce you."
The entomologist raises his hands, "I wasn't going to say for you to, but if you're exhausted you'll make mistakes, maybe just, take a short rest? For the baby?"
She sighs, replaying the tape again, before putting the Angelatron's controls down, "You will wake me in two hours, and I'm not going home," she moves to her couch and sits, glaring, "Understand?"
Hodgins nods, "Yes, love of my life, mother of my child, I would never do anything to upset you."
When he her leaves her office he's surprised to hear the lab doors open, Arastoo, Wendell, Clark, Daisy and Vincent enter, they come bearing several coffee cups, looking like they've had long nights too, "What are you guys doing here?" he asks the Squinterns.
"Dr. Sweets told us about Dr. Brennan," Clark informs, "We figured it was probably related to the case from yesterday and Vincent said the skull needed rebuilding."
"We figured between all of us we could at least help that way, and be extra hands to help however we could," Arastoo cuts Clark off to finish his point, handing Hodgins a coffe
Hodgins smiles, "We'll take whatever help we can get. Go talk to Cam with your theory."
The door opens again and it's Booth quickly followed by Hannah, Hodgins crosses his arms, he can't help but feel abandoned by the agent and if he were honest with himself mad on Dr. Brennan's behalf.
"What's going on Hodgins?" the agent demands, "Cam called me and demanded us back and didn't share why."
The door opens a third time, "Hey," Sweets yells, holding several folders, "I have the best profiles for suspects for who kidnapped Dr. Brennan, is Angela still here to see if they match?"
Booth and Hannah's face turn to surprise, "What do you mean Bones was kidnapped?"
Hodgins yanks the files from Sweets' hand walking towards his wife's office, if he didn't tell her about this she'd be pissed, "Dr. Brennan was taken from the parking structure about 10 this morning, we've been trying to find her ever since." he hands the files to Angela and leaves her and Sweets to it.
"What do you guys know so far?" Hannah asks as she walks past her boyfriend who froze for a second at the new, "Have they called for ransom? Any way to know where they took Temperance? I can use my resources to get it on the news and get everyone in DC on the look out."
Hodgins pauses, "Um, yeah, yeah. Dr. Saroyan can help you with that."
"I'm going to her apartment," Booth finally shakes from his reaction, "See if there's anything there."
"I'll go too!" Wendell says leaving Cam's office, "Two eyes are better than one."
The agent doesn't look thrilled but nods, turning to Hannah, "I'll take a cab, I'm going to the station after this, I'll be home late." she interupts.
Booth smiles and kisses her though both are half hearted, "Wendell, lets go," he yells leaving the lab as quickly as he came.