DUN DUN DUN! I finished Harry Potter 7, read for about 9 hours strait. Umph. THE ENDING OF THE BOOK IS TOTALLY AWESOME! I won't give it away for ya, but im telling you, its GREAT anyway, review and i will be eternally grateful. Ive never typed so much in my life :). Hope you like! I dont own Bones...
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Booth glanced over at Angel, chuckling. She was riding shotgun, head out the open window, tongue lolling out, paws on the armrest of the chair. Booth's laughter died quickly. Bones...
At the thought of HIS Bones, he gunned it, making it to the Hoover Building in record time and breaking ever traffic law ever made.
Running down the halls with Angel right behind him, Booth ignored the shouts from his boss who was asking where the hell he had been. Bursting into his office, Booth grabbed the file off his desk, spun on his heel, and ran back out down the hallway. He only stopped when Cullen shouted something about losing his job.
"BOOTH! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" shouted a VERY agitated Cullen.
"Sir, it's Bones. She's missing." Booth panted.
"Why wasn't I informed?"
Booth winced, sure that Cullen was going to yell at him for not working.
"Take what ever you need. Do you know where she is?"
Now thoroughly surprised, Booth looked up. "Sir?"
"I understand your relationship with the doctor. I've had my partner go missing before, I understand what you're going through. Do you know where she is?" he repeated, looking sympathetic.
" In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. I was going to search there now..." He trailed off.
"I will send a team with you. I'm coming as well. As much as I hate to admit it, Dr. Brennan is one of ours, and you know that I get pissed when someone kidnaps one of my people."
Booth swelled with pride. He considered Bones 'one of his'. That meant a lot, coming from Dep. Dir. Cullen.
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When she came to, it was dark. Opening her eyes, and letting them adjust to the dim lighting, Brennan assessed her position. Reaching up to brush her hair out of her face, she realized she couldn't, seeing as she was currently chained to the wall. Handcuffs held her wrists firmly behind her back, and in turn they were held by thick metal chains. Her feet were also held together with chain, the links cut roughly into her ankles as she struggled against her bindings.
She sniffed the air. Lead paint... chloroform... not good. Brennan bit back a moan as her head throbbed. It was now that she realized blood trickling down the side of her cheek. Head...wound... possible minor concussion... she ticked off with agonizing slowness. Realizing for the first time how cold it was, and how she couldn't form a very coherent thought, the result hit her all of a sudden. Hypothermia.... she was going to die out here. Where is here? she wondered. Judging by the fact that she now couldn't feel her legs, she figured she had about an hour or two tops to live.
Booth. Was he even aware she was missing yet? She had run away from him, just like she had with everyone else. He had probably stopped looking. A silent tear fell into her lap. NO! she thought fiercely. I WON'T give in. Booth will keep looking. I WILL fight. He's too much of a dam Alpha Male to give up on me. Oh Booth, I'm so sorry. I love you.
She looked up at the one dusty window in the cell she was in. A face appeared. The face was familiar.
"Daddy?" was Bones' whispered plea, before she slipped into unconsciousness.