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Title: The Agent On the Run

Summary: Some things are just plain dangerous to know...

Genre: Drama/Romance/Mystery/Action/Suspense

Rating: T

Characters: Temperance Brennan, Seeley Booth, Angela Montenegro, Zach Addy, and Jack Hodgins

Pairings: BB and Hodgela

'The wall's are breathing

My mind's unweaving...

...When darkness turns to light

It ends tonight

It ends tonight...'

-The All American Rejects, It Ends Tonight

Brennan rolled over in bed, groaning at how early it was. She squinted at the clock and picked up her phone, rubbing her face. "Hello?"

"Bones."

Brennan could almost hear Booth grinning on the other end. "What's wrong? Couldn't get a hotel sooner, it's..."

"I know. I actually just woke up."

Brennan suddenly got worried. "Booth, get some sleep at least."

"I am, I will. You don't need to worry about me, Bones."

"How--are things?"

Booth sighed. "Not better. Not worse. I'm honestly running out of ideas, Bren."

"Just hang on. I'm actually taking a look at Jones' body."

Booth was shocked. "Bren, no!"

"It's okay. I didn't say anything or emntion anything. They just called me and..." she shrugged. "I answered. You know I can't turn anything down. At least not a case."

"But that's the point. It's not a case, you know exactly what happened."

"Actually, I don't, because you can't tell me."

Booth sighed. "Look, I'm sorry I can't say as much as I'd like. You know me, I would. But I just can't." He paused. "I'm sorry. But I better get going. I need a head start. I'll call you when I can."

Biting her lip, Brennan nodded. "Okay. Bye, Booth."

"Bye." Booth paused. "Bones, take care of yourself, hear me?"

"I will. You, too, Booth. You too," Brennan hung up slowly and glanced at the clock again.

5:20 AM

She couldn't possibly get back to sleep now. She may as well get up and around. Get a head start on the day as she had it.

Breannan rubbed her eye and sauntered into the bathroom, stopping suddenly at the doorway when she felt something cold touch her neck. A gun. She closed her eyes tightly.

"Don't move."

"Please don't kill me," Brennan pleaded.

"You know too much about Agent Booth. You like him?"

Brennan swallowed, shaking. "He's my partner...my friend."

"You lie," the gun was forced into her neck harder. "I have something the both of you would...appreciate."

She felt a cold hand on her neck with the gun to her forehead. Being turned around, Brennan's eyes widened when she saw five-year-old Parker Booth being shoved into her front door, gagged and bound.

"I believe you know him."

"Parker...no, no, you can't do this!" Brennan pleaded. "Rebecca...where's his mother? What'd you do to her?"

"She's fine," the gun was pried to her temple. "Stop stalling. Tell me what you know about Agent Booth..." A gun was pointed then at Parker, who started sobbing at Brennan.

"...or else."

Booth yawned and adjusted his sunglasses. Counting his money and weighing his options, he wasn't sure if anything was needed. He had snacks, granola bars, food, and soda up the butt and he wanted to save his money for as long as he could.

His cell rang and he grabbed it, knowing that it wasn't Rebecca, Brennan, or anybody he recognized. "Yeah?"

"Agent Booth, you surprise me."

"What do you mean?" Booth was awake now.

"I have somethings you might be interested in," the phone was then transferred over to Parker.

"Daddy? Daddy where are you?"

Booth's eyes widened. "Parker? Parker, listen listen to me. Stay calm. I will come get you. Understand me? Listen to me, you need to stay calm, can you do that for Daddy?"

Parker whimpered an understanding and the phone was transferred back. "You may have to drive faster, Agent."

"What are you doing with my son!" Booth yelled.

"Please. He should be the last person you should have to worry about."

Though gagged, Brennan could make out sobs and scared tones. Booth's eyes widened again, flashbacks running through his mind. Just like last time. Just--almost like...

"Brennan, Bren, Bones, listen. Listen, keep Parker in sight with you at any costs you can. Hold on the both of you, I can help you both." He swallowed. "I'll--find you, Bones. Just stay strong."

Brennan sobbed an "uh-huh" and Booth swallowed hard again.

"If you want them, you'll come to Illinois by Friday with what I want. Downtown Chicago."

"And them?"

"Unharmed, I assure you, Mr. Booth."

"And me?"

"Not a finger on you, either."

Booth nodded. "Okay, okay. So you're still going to hunt me down? Car and all?"

"Whatever it takes, Agent. Whatever it takes."

Click.

Booth swallowed again. Brennan and Parker. Two of the people he had ever cared about in the world. Held hostage because of him. And he was still paying for it--even though he was going to do just what was wanted.

Putting his head on the steering wheel at a red light, Booth sighed, grabbed the map and looked at it. He wasn't far from North Carolina. He would drive all night get to Tennessee and go on to Illinois from Missouri. Taking a breath, he set the map on the passenegr seat and muttered, "Not happening again. Not this time. Not my son...not my girl."

Shorter, but at least you got your dose of suspense!

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