Brennan's apartment is different than the last time Booth visited, everything has shifted slight and moved. He hesitates slightly before entering, "Hey Booth," Wendell calls from the kitchen, he shows a post it note from the fridge door, "Check this out."

Booth takes the note, in loopy messy handwriting Booth reads, "I had a great night last night, call me sometime for a repeat, Jesse," a phone number is scrawled under the message.

"Who's Jesse?" Wendell asks.

"I'm not sure," Booth frowns, grabbing his phone before dialing the number, ignoring the late hours, if this finds Bones faster then so be it, unfortunately he gets voicemail, "Hello Jesse, this is Agent Booth from the FBI, if you could give me a call back we have a few questions for you about a case we're working on." He hangs up turning to Wendell, "Aren't you a Squint? Come on squint, find something."

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At some point Brennan is able to at least pull herself from the haze of whatever they gave her. The room is a bit brighter as she tries to stand, the sun is coming in the window, she takes note that means she's facing east. Little facts help her focus. The drugs she was given caused her to be sleepy and not feel pain, maybe an opioid? That'd be easiest to come by, she figures. She also knows there's at least 2 people involved.

She looks at her injuries, the bruises are almost black across her stomach, her eye hurts but isn't swollen as much as it could be. The cut looks to have started healing, it will take awhile. The gashes from the cliff are held shut, the stitches have held which is good, though she notes that could be an issue if she's here too long

She runs through the information she's learned in the kidnapping classes the CIA made her take as she worked on more and more of their high security cases. Remain calm, they'll most likely release you after ransom if paid. Keep track of the day and time. She looks around the room, she needs to mark it somewhere, the ground is dirt, she kneels under the window, writing the last date she remembers. Remembering is the next thing, remain mentally and physically active.

Dr. Brennan is impervious, these people will fail to break her.

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Booth is stewing. Hacker forbid him from being in the interrogation room, some rookie, Laurie, was taking lead and Booth was on desk duty. That doesn't stop him from watching. Dr. Jesse Cain, a doctor at Sibley, the blonde is calm, Booth doesn't read her as worried or guilty.

The door opens, "Dr. Cain, I'm Dr. Sweets, this is Agent Laurie. Thank you for coming in, we just have a few questions for you." they sit.

"How do you know Dr. Brennan?" the agent pushes a picture of the note towards her.

"Temperance? I met her at the bar, we slept together. She's there fairly often, never with anyone." the doctor shrugs, "Figured if she wanted a meeting of the minds again she could call. Did something happen?"

"Dr. Brennan is missing," Sweets tells the doctor, "Did she do anything that just seemed off to you?"

"No, no, we mostly talked shop, little bit about this and that. Talking wasn't exactly the highest thing on either of our minds." She leans back in the chair, "She was drinking like it was water, I don't know why but maybe that's something? Otherwise I don't know."

"Thank you Dr. Cain, Dr. Sweets will walk you out,"

Booth hardly waits til the woman is out of the room before he storms into the interrogation room, "What the hell was that Laurie, you hardly asked her anything!"

"Booth, she didn't know shit, the note's a dead end. Dr. Brennan wasn't kidnapped from her home, she was kidnapped from the Jeffersonian. They haven't called for ransom so it's doubtful it's monetarily motivated."

"Bones doesn't go out and get drunk like she said, and she doesn't do one night stands."

I have no reason to believe Dr. Cain is lying. The squints are right, it's probably tied to a case, hell most likely the one that's coincidentally also mine," He walks past Booth, "So let me do my job, you were the one who stepped away from the liaison position."

"Where are you going?" Booth demands

"To find Dr. Brennan."

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"Good morning, Dr. Brennan," the taller man enters the room, his mask is still on, "Get up!" he yells, pulling her to her feet. Before Brennan can even think he raises her arms above her head, attaching the handcuffs to a hook from the ceiling, Brennan strains her legs to try to keep her feet on the ground, but she's just a few inches too short. Her arms and shoulders immediately start protesting the strain on them, he laughs, bringing out a pair of scissors before yanking Brennan's head down by her hair, taking a chunk off before doing it again and again.

Brennan tries to focus on something else, Sweets would say this is him trying to psychologically break her, he's right in most cultures hair has major significance. If she was killed this would make it harder for her to be IDed not enough for her team though.

Suddenly the kidnapper releases her head, she looks up and can't help but glare into the dark eyes peeking through the mask. He risks stepping behind her where she can't see. She doesn't have time to try to look before she feels a sting coming down on her back, she yells out as he does it again, her shirt only protecting her back slightly and being ripped at with each lash, the third hit is the first that she begins to feel blood trickle down her back. Her mind finally confirms what he's using, a whip.

She tries to focus on anything else though the stings make that almost impossible. She tightens her jaw to not give him any further screams or reaction. She won't let him win. When he's done he scrapes something on her back and leaves, holding the whip in one hand and pocketing something with the other.

The other one comes in much quicker than last time, they uncuff Brennan and she drops to her feet, falling to her knees and her arms luckily catch her. Before she can really get her bearing a new bolt of shocking stinging runs through her body. Water. She realizes coughing and looking at the figure holding a bucket over her head. All the water drains to the corner closest to the window. The shorter figure then puts the tray down and leaves.

Brennan looks at the tray, about the same food as yesterday, a cold bowl of oatmeal and two eggs added a bit of breakfast feel. There's also a change of clothes and some first aid supplies, maybe she can at least try to stop the injuries from infecting. As soon as she finishes eating she painfully wraps her chest and back as much as possible, then giving in and changing into the shirt and sweats they gave her, at least wetness is one less thing to worry about. She moves to the mattress, falling into a restless sleep.