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"I found some iron oxide and a paraffinic hydrocarbon base mixed with polyalkylene glycols." Hodgins paced as he rattled off information to Brennan.

"Rust and motor oil." Brennan explained to Booth.

"He's got Angela at the mechanic shop." Booth inferred.

"He? Who's he?" Hodgins was furious with the situation at hand.

"Francis Dailey." Brennan explained. "The same murderer who killed our victim."

Cam came rushing over to Hodgins' workspace. "I've got an address for the mechanic shop." She handed the information over to Booth.

"Well, what're we waiting for?" Hodgins was overly irritated. "Let's go."

"Wait!" Daisy exclaimed, rushing over to the edge of the platform. "I've discovered cause of death." Everyone turned to glare at her.

Daisy hurriedly continued. "Our victim was hit with a tire iron to her ribs, puncturing her lung."

Brennan rushed up the platform to concur with Daisy's findings. "That's correct." She announced. Daisy was beaming, but received no praise from Brennan who was rushing off the forensic platform.

"Come on, let's go." Booth rushed Brennan out of the lab, his hand at the small of her back.

Angela woke to the sound of chains rattling. Her head felt fuzzy and she couldn't quite get a grasp on her surroundings. She sat up slowly; there was something binding her wrists together tightly. Chains. She gasped and glanced around. Angela was sitting in a car, on top of lift in the middle of a repair shop.

"Hey Sicko! Let me down!" Angela shouted; her voice echoed throughout the shop. She sighed. At least she was in the clear for now, but she had to figure out how to escape before the killer returned.

The SUV sped down the road. "Shouldn't you have your lights on when we're driving this fast?" Brennan reprimanded.

"Look Bones, don't worry about it, we just gotta get there." Booth focused on the road.

They pulled up to the back of the mechanic shop. Booth got out of the car and readied his gun. "All right just be careful." He instructed Bones.

"I'm always careful, did you bring a gun for me?" Brennan interjected.

"No, you don't need a gun." Booth sputtered, reaching for a handgun anyway and handing it to his partner.

"Thank you Booth." Brennan was ecstatic.

Booth grimaced. "Just don't shoot me." They walked toward the back door of the mechanic shop.

"I only shot you once, after you dropped me on my head." Brennan said defensively.

Booth put his fingers to his lips. "Alright....quiet." The partners walked slowly through the door. Booth went in first, surveying his surroundings of the empty shop.

"How will we know how to find Angela?" Brennan whispered loudly. Booth turned to glare at her. Suddenly they heard a scraping of chains and froze, assuming it was the killer. Booth pointed his gun toward where the noise was coming from and Brennan followed suit. They inched closer toward the source of the noise. Suddenly they heard a shriek, and Angela peered over the side of the car. "Don't shoot!"

"Angela?" Bones exclaimed.

"Sweetie!" Angela replied.

"He's got you chained up." Brennan observed.

Booth lowered his gun. "Don't worry Angela, we'll get you down."

He pointed to a control panel. "Bones go over there and figure out which one lowers the car."

"Well, what are you going to do?" Bones objected.

"I'm going to watch out for the killer." Booth explained.

Brennan rushed over to mess with the controls. Suddenly, the sound of a garage door opening echoed through the shop.

"Hurry up Bones!" Booth stage-whispered. He raised his gun and walked cautiously over to the adjoining garage. Around the corner, Booth could see the killer- tire iron in one hand, rusty chains in the other. "FBI, FREEZE!!!!" But the killer kept about his business.

"Nice weather we're havin'." He said in a creepy southern twang.

"I said freeze!" Booth ordered, gun still raised.

"I got a purty girl to treat real nice." said the creepy killer. "She's a real spitfire that one....would you like to help me?" He smiled at Booth and offered a rusty chain.

"Drop it." Ordered Booth. He could hear the whir of the car-lift.

"I got it Booth!" Brennan exclaimed.

"Great, now just get Angela out of here." Booth turned to instruct his partner.

"But I want to help." Brennan protested, coming up behind Booth with a gun in her hands.

"No, I don't need help." Booth argued, but he was interrupted by the killer.

"Ooh, she's purty too." He stepped forward and swung the tire iron at the unsuspecting Booth, who ducked just in time to get nicked by the heavy metal object.

"Stay down!" Brennan ordered, aiming her gun and firing two shots.

"Ooh, well shooot." The killer exclaimed, his chains and tire iron clamored to the floor as the killer fell backwards, dead.

"Woah, nice shot Bones." Booth said, steadying himself by gripping his partner's shoulder.

"He hit you." Brennan said by way of explanation, glancing at the wound on Booth's head.

He took the gun from Brennan tight grasp. "Let's get out of here." Booth said.

"Geez, Bren!" Angela said, glancing down at the body.

The three of them walked outside where the FBI backup and paramedics were waiting. The paramedics removed the chains from Angela's wrists. Once she was free, Angela hugged Brennan tightly out of gratitude. The medics took a look at Booth's head and bandaged it up. Cased closed, the three of them headed back to the Jeffersonian.

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