The first thing that entered Brennan's mind as she regained consciousness was 'Does it always hurt this much?' Then she remembered were she was and seconds later remembered how much pain she was in.

Focusing on each injury was difficult, but she eventually managed to compose a list of her injuries: broken left radius, fractured clavicle on the left side, broken or cracked ribs on the left side, fractured left tibia, fractured or broken tarsals on the left and severe bruising on the left temporal bone, left zygomatic bone and mandible.

Someone wanted her in a lot of pain, and had gone to extreme lengths to make sure she was in pain. From the position of the injuries, Brennan was able to predict that she was kicked or beaten repeatedly on her left side, possibly while lying in the foetal position on her right.

Opening her eyes, Brennan surveyed the room. She was lying on a metal table, strapped down with a band around each wrist and one around her ankles. The roof was high, and metal framework crisscrossed diagonally in a support network. The walls were concrete, and the floor was dusty.

Warehouse. Her mind called, and Brennan almost laughed. It seemed like every villain had a fondness for warehouses. Casting her gaze to the box of crates to her right, she could see that she was in an old wheat storage warehouse. Stamped onto the sides of the crate were the words 'Sunshine Wheat and Sugar'.

Footsteps echoed throughout the room, and Brennan knew it was 'D'. Luckily, she could feel unconsciousness coming. 'D' seemed like the kind of sociopath who would like his victim to be awake when he killed them.

I'm going to die. It finally hit Temperance that she had said her last words to he loved ones. Once again the darkness pulled her under, and she almost wished she wouldn't wake up.

- - -

"Booth! I've got something!" Hodgins called and Booth shot to his feet. For the past hour, he'd been waiting for the squints to gather their information from whatever they had.

"What is it?" He said, and Hodgins pointed to the screen beside them.

"This is a rare type of mould that only grows on unprocessed wheat," He said. He pointed to another picture on the same screen. "That is a type of mould grown on unprocessed sugarcane. Now, in the area the FBI were able to trace the call to, three warehouses were once owned by the 'Sunshine What and Sugar' company. The company deals with unprocessed sugarcane and wheat."

"So Bones could be in one of those three warehouses?" Booth asked, pulling out the map. "Where are they?" Hodgins bit his lip for a second before circling the three buildings. They were all at least a mile apart, on a busy road. "There's no way I can check all three of those before 'D' does something to Bones! Can you be anymore specific?"

"Sorry man, but that's as far as the bugs and slime will get you. I can't be of anymore help." Hodgins said sorrowfully, placing a hand on the agents shoulder. Booth shot him a glare and he carefully removed the hand.

"I think I can help with that!" Angela said, as she bounded up the platform stairs. She spread the letters she was holding out on the unused examination table and pointed to a piece of typing from each.

"What exactly is that meant to tell us, Angela?" Booth asked, and the artist sighed.

"Okay, most letters made in this format use magazine prints more than newspaper's, but not this one. I'm guessing that's for one of two reasons. Reason one- newspapers are cheaper or reason two- it's easier to get non capital letters from a newspaper. Anyway, I was going over the letters and noticed something. Each piece of newspaper typing is identical."

"How does that help?"

"That part doesn't, it's the next bit that does. I ran a search for the font used on the typing. It came back as Bauhaus 93. Most newspapers use Times, Times New Roman or Verdana, only one newspaper in the DC area uses Bauhaus. That paper delivers to the streets around here," She pointed to a region on the map.

"And one of our warehouses is in that area. Angela, you are a genius!" Booth hugged the surprised woman, before grabbing out his phone. "I need back up to 184 Crescent Place, at the old Sunshine Wheat and Sugar warehouse, ASAP."

"Booth?" Angela called, as the agent was halfway out the door. "Be careful, and bring her back."

Booth nodded, before spinning around and leaving the lab. Angela breathed out and went to tell Cam where Booth was going.

And the search is on! Yeah, this was another shortie, but there wasn't a whole lot more I could put in to have a natural end. Don't worry the next will be longer.

Oh, and Bauhaus 93 is a real font by the way. I use it for assignments and stuff 'cause it's less boring than Times and Verdana. No offence meant to either font, but I like Bauhaus for embellishment.