Disclaimer: Bones has never been mine nor will it ever.
"Booth, calm down! The world isn't going to end if you can't get a hold of the court to get that warrant," Brennan sighed, hands on her hips.
"Bones! If we don't stop him now, he could kill another girl in two days!"
"You said it just now Booth; we have two days. Now, calm down, and let's think this over. There has to be another way we can get the facts to make sure he is kidnapping these girls without a warrant that isn't illegal."
Booth collapsed in the arm chair and sighed in frustration. "What do you suggest then?"
She thought for a minute, "The altar boy you spoke to said that he picks up stranded girls on June 6th."
He knew where this was going, "No! Don't even think about it!"
"Booth, it could work!"
"No! I'm not going to just hand you over to a killer."
"I can take care of myself. In the meantime, it would help us narrow down one suspect."
"Fine, but this is only as a last resort."
Brennan grinned in satisfaction and went to her room and Booth rolled his eyes. Why did she have to win every argument?
No other ideas came to their minds minus breaking in to Father Wormwood's house but sadly, Brennan's idea was safest. On the morning of June 6th, Booth had dropped Brennan off a few miles away from the highway on Indian Route 232 after telling her to call him when she had the evidence or if there was no evidence.
After an hour of waiting, Brennan started to get worried that he wouldn't come. She was about to pull out her phone when she saw a blue convertible come around the corner. The man behind the wheel stopped in front of her.
"You need a ride to town?" he asked.
Brennan noticed he was wearing a priest's clothing so she assumed he was Father Wormwood. She smiled, "Thanks."
They drove on for a few minutes when Wormwood mentioned, "I need to stop by my house for a minute, would you like a drink?"
Brennan nodded.
A few minutes later Brennan was sat down at the table and he poured her a glass of water. She still had a small smile, but it quickly fell from her face once he left the room. Silently, she walked down a hallway and looked in each of the rooms. There was nothing out of the ordinary, until she reached the last room. Newspapers clippings covered the walls. All of them had to do with some of the missing girls. Many of them had writing and drawing on them. R.I.P. and dead covered all of the pictures and some were connected by circles.
She pulled out her phone to call Booth when a cloth appeared over her mouth, smothering her. She tried to fight when she realized it was soaked in chloroform, but within seconds she was unconscious and Father Wormwood had picked her up to take her to the car.
