Chapter 13

"Bye, Ang!" Brennan called after her best friend as she watched the car pulling out of the parking lot. Her car was parked closer to the building, but she had been talking to Angela and it was late anyway so she had decided to walk her to her car. On the way to her car she kept getting this creepy feeling. Almost like someone was watching her. 'That's ridiculous,' Brennan thought, 'you can't feel someone looking at you.'

Brennan had just reached her car when she felt someone grab her. Just as her instincts were kicking in to fight she was overwhelmed by the sickeningly, sweet smell of chloroform.

She woke much later in a damp room with no windows. At first she was very confused and then she remembered the parking lot. Trying to keep from panicking she felt her survivors instincts kick in. She had been taken from the parking lot; someone might have seen something. She just needed to try and figure out where she was and survive until Booth got found her. She had no doubt that he would. He always did.

She noticed that her watch was gone. That was perfect. No way to keep up with how long she was in there.

She began examining her surroundings. Based on the temperature of the stones that made up the wall she deduced that she was underground. Most likely a basement or cellar. As she walked around she discovered a small bathroom and then around the corner a little kitchenette. Upon opening the refrigerator (after checking for explosives) she found a descent supply of food. So apparently the idea wasn't to starve her to death. She closed the refrigerator and continued around the basement. There was a wooden door with a sliding shutter covering a window. The door was, of course, locked. On the wall opposite the door there was a picture of an oak tree with a tire swing that seemed very out of place in her cell. It wasn't until two days later that she discovered the nanny cam in the frame after her first botched escape plan.

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TWO DAYS!! She had been in this basement for two days. It had to have been at least that long, even though it felt like an eternity. No contact with anyone. Her kidnapper hadn't been around. She hadn't had to fight off rape or torture; which while a good thing also meant that she hadn't had the opportunity to get out the door. She had assumed the kidnapper was the same person who had killed the lawyers, but why hadn't he touched her? It didn't make since.

She finally made the decision to act. She needed to find a way out of there. All she had was basic kitchen stuff, toilet paper, bath towels, and that was basically it. She finally decided to make a bomb out of the stuff in the kitchen and a toilet paper roll. It should be strong enough to blow a hole in the door and if she stood at the other side of the basement there is no reason she would be hurt. She got the ingredients for a makeshift pipe bomb. She had just finished putting it together and was standing at the door to set it up when the shutter opened and a canister was dropped at her feet. Immediately a thick white gas began pouring from the top. She tried to run away, but the gas worked to quickly. She passed out falling painfully to the floor (at least it would be painful when she woke up later).

She awoke a little later on her cot. She was wearing pajamas, which meant that that monster had dressed her! She could feel her skin crawling at the thought of him touching her. She ran for the shower. She had just turned on the water when a thought occurred to her. How had he known what she was doing? As far as she knew he hadn't been down there since she had been put in the room. Then she realized the obvious answer. There was a camera in here with her. She began searching. There wasn't one in the bathroom thank goodness. Her search ended with the picture on the wall. Right there. She had been passing it a thousand times a day since she had been there and it had never occurred to her to look at it closer. She was very angry that she had been so easily tricked. She decided not to take it down. He would find out just put in a new one. She would just have to be careful what she did in front of the camera.

While she had been looking for the camera she had noticed several things missing from the kitchen. She no longer had anything more combustible than orange juice.

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Three days later, (at least that's how long she thought it had been) she managed to open the door. She had taken the toilet paper roll apart to get the spring out and managed to make a pick for the lock. She broke the mirror in the bathroom and held a corner of the glass in her hand. With the camera covered and her fingers crossed she opened the door. To her delight she saw a short empty corridor and stairs. She ran (quietly) up the stairs. She felt a surge of delight as she gained the top of the stairs. Three years of partnership with Booth had taught her well. She stopped near the top of the stairs. Prepared to fight for her life. She took the final step and saw her capture. He was wearing all black and had on a ski mask. She stabbed at him managing to slice his arm. Her victory was cut short by a well-placed hit to the back of the head.

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She again awoke in the cot she hated so much. Her head was pounding. She figured if she kept getting knocked out like this she was going to have some long-term trauma. She was starting to wonder if Booth would ever find her.

A quick search of the basement revealed a few less items then she had had earlier. Her kidnapper was defiantly learning. Now there was nothing that could be used as a weapon or a possible means of escape. She decided the only way out was to either attack him if he ever came into the room or wait to be rescued. Her wait wasn't long.

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A few days later she was out of food. She figured her capture was too afraid to open the door to bring her more. She had run out the day before. She a little weaker than normal now, but she knew that a couple more days of this and that would be it for her. She had taken to staying on the cot. She needed to conserve her energy. As she lay there she heard a scrapping sound. She looked up and saw the window on the door open. A canister fell through. White smoke started blowing out and she fell asleep.

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She woke to cold air and then she felt like she was falling. Wait!! She was falling. As this realization came to her she hit the ground. Rolled a few times a passed out. She woke two days later in a hospital bed.

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"And that's what happened." She ended her story for Booth and Angela. They both looked at each other. Wordlessly they both hugged her. Then told her how much they loved her. They thanked her for telling them what happened and finally Angela left with a kiss on the check and Booth climbed into bed next to his Bones and he held her until the emotionally exhausted scientist fell asleep. Booth was still awake quit a while later. Just holding her. His strong Bones. He loved her so much. He was still reeling over everything she had been through and while his nightmares of the past week were probably much worse than the reality he still could not imagine freedom being stolen from his love. The worst part was thinking of her with no food. He was practically trembling with the hatred he felt toward the person who had done this.