This chapter, by far, is probably my favorite. Lost of drama, suspense and oh, just have fun reading it!

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, Parker Booth, Jamie Kenton, Zach Addy, and Jack Hodgins

Pairings: BB and Hodgela

'Back off, I'll take you on

Headstrong, take on anyone

I know that you are wrong...

...And this is not where you belong...'

-Trapt, Headstrong

Downtown Chicago, Illinois; 10:22 PM

Booth groaned. His left side hurt, his head felt like it was about to explode, and he could hardly move. He lay there, unmoving, taking sharp breathes, not wanting to move at all.

"Mnh!"

Booth opened his eyes slowly in pain. He heard someone. Muffled and barely audible, but knew it was definitely someone. Bones?

"Mhmn!"

Booth groaned and lifted himself up slowly, then grabbed his side. "Ow...God..." He gritted his teeth, then felt blood trickle down his face. His eyes were bloodshot and bleary, but it didn't take long for him to grab focus. It was then that he spotted a ties up Brennan in tears.

"Bones? Bren!"

Brennan cried and seemed to be trying to reach for him. Painfully, Booth went over to her and knealt down, then stood back up again, trying to pry her free. He laced his head through her arms and tried again, but the pain was too much for him and he fell to his knees.

"Ow, shh, Bren. I'm here, I--" He looked. "Where's Parker?"

Brennan went into a fight of hysterics, then her eyes widened in fear. She tried to grab Booth's attention to behind him, but it was impossible when her mouth couldn't break free of the gag.

"What? Bren, Bren, Bones, I can't understand you. Slow down."

"Mhmnh!" Brennan screamed.

Booth was confused, but it wasn't long before he felt something hard hit his head suddenly.

"Ahch!" He fell on the ground, Brennan staring in tears.

Booth breathed heavily in pain, the opened his eyes, almost unbelieving. Shock waved over him like nausea and he blinked, trying to see if his eyes were tricking him. They weren't in the least.

"Wh--Kenton? The--no, no, no. You didn't call me, you weren't on the phone...that--wasn't you." He paused. "How--did you get out?"

Agent Jamie Kenton grinned almost menacingly, towering over Booth. "I had some help." He kicked Booth on the injured side.

"Aghn!" Booth was near tears and it took a lot for him to cry.

Brennan struggled and cried, terrified.

"Where--where's my son?" Booth gapsed for air, both arms around his middle.

"Oh, he's around..." Kenton nodded towards the double doors where Parker was shoved in, bruised and bloody. Booth stared in horror and Brennan sobbed behind him.

"No, no, you didn't, you..." He pointed a finger at Parker. "You didn't do that. You didn't not touch him!" In rage, Booth got up to go after Kenton, but was soon brought back down to his knees in pain, his right arm clutching his side. His breathing was labored as he felt something probe and sink into his side. Probably broken ribs.

"You're probably wondering how you got here, Booth," Kenton circled him, knife in hand. "See that car accident you got into in Tennesse was actually me. Not me personally, but two of my guys rammed you head on. It was the only way to get you here and rough you up while you were still unconscious." He pointed the knife then at Brennan's throat.

Booth looked up at Parker, then to Brennan, and back over to his son again. The feeling he then felt inside him was undescribable. Like he'd let him down completely. Like he hadn't protected him at all. At least, not like Rebecca had said. "Parker, I--" he winced. "Daddy's sorry, Bud. Sorry I let you--and Doctor Brennan down." He gritted his teeth in pain. "But I still--love you. Always. No matter what happens."

Parker nodded and Kenton sneered behind Booth. "Aw, how touching. Just in time to die, well done, Booth."

"I don't--understand what you precisely--want," Booth winced again, getting up.

Kenton looked at Brennan, then back at Booth. "See this pretty face of your partner?" He grabbed her face and held it, Brennan crying and closing her eyes tightly. "It'll be mangled on the count of ten if you do not answer me."

Booth heaved, standing the best he could now. "I'll do--whatever you want me to do. Just, please don't--"

"Money."

Booth shook his ehad. "No, no you never said a word about money."

"One."

"Time--time out, please. This is hardly fair when I have no idea what the--"

"Two."

"I am telling you!" Booth yelled. "I do not know what you want!"

Kenton stared coldly at Booth. "You do know is the problem. Three."

"Look, I--" Booth paused, wincing in pain. "I--if money is what you want, then I can get it, just give me--"

"That's not all I want," Kenton put the point of the knife to Brennan's throat a little mroe forcefully. "Four."

"No! Stop, just hold on!"

Kenton nodded towards Booth. "Get him, please."

"Get, wait, wait, stop!" Botoh groaned as his neck got snapped down. Shakily, he said, "I have nobody to help, I have no money. What is it you want, Kenton?"

"Revenge."

Booth let his eyes travel. "Revenge?"

"Yes. You turned me in last time and I will rest assure kill Doctor Brennan, blaming you. And who will believe you then when you're already wanted for one murder?"

Booth blew a fuse. "It was a line of defense, not murder and you know it!" He paused. "You touch her, I swear to God I will kill you! I will strangle you into a living hell!"

Kenton only shook his head, grinning. "Fine."

Booth kicked, ignoring his pain. "Will you stop it!"

"Temper will get you nowhere, Booth. You don't think I'll do it?"

"I swear to God I'm gonna-"

"You don't think I'll do it!" Kenton bellowed, then stuck the knife in her right leg, the pried it back out.

Blood pooled form Brennan's leg as she screamed in pain, tears streaming down her face. Booth was in shock. "Bones, Bones, look at me. Stay with me, Bren, you have to stay with me!"

"Give me what I want," Kenton repeated through gritted teeth.

Booth looked at him, rage in his eyes and blood. "I am going to kill you, I mean it!"

"Down."

Booth felt tears sting his eyes as a sharp kick greeted him in the gut, sending him to the ground, gasping. Brennan was biting her lip best she could in pain and wanted more than anything to help him.

"Six."

Booth winced in pain. He couldn't speak.

"Seven."

Brennan breathed as though she was hyperventilating and Parker was crying in sheer terror of what was happening to his dad before him.

"Eight."

"Please, just--wait."

Kenton pressed the blade against her throat. "Nine."

"Please! Just wait!" Booth was now on the verge of tears. "Please--just hang on a second."

A thick silence fell before Kenton shook his head. "It's not a shame, Booth." He grabbed Brennan's head, who whimpered. "Sheer shame."

Booth's eyes widened as the blade edged over Brennan's neck as if adrenaline rushed over him, he found himself getting up and tackled Kenton to the ground, ignoring all pain.

Only a small cut was made on Brennan's throat and neck.

Booth threw a hard punch at Kenton, who pulled out a gun from behin and fired a shot to Booth's chest.

Parker and Brennan screamed as Booth gripped his chest and groaned, teeth gritted together. He breathe dheavily, lying on his back. Tears stung his eyes as Kenton picked himself back up, dropping the gun beside Parker. He went over to Brennan and hit her hard. Booth heard this, but then smiled wryly, laughing slowly as if a joke.

Kenton saw this. "What are you smiling about? It's over, you're dying and so will they."

Booth shook his head, still smiling and laughing lightly. "You're lost--again." Grinning, he tore his shirt, revealing a bullet-proof vest and gently pried the bullet out. "You need--to learn how to search better, Agent Kenton. The FBI boys are coming...as well as the team," Booth winced. "They won't stand for this--not again."

Kenton was slightly confused, but had also felt a pang of terror. "How--"

"I called. During one of my hotel night. I told them to use my alias 'Parker David'. I told them everything, Kenton. You lost again."

Outraged, Kenton kicked Booth several times. "Forget them. I should've done away with you first!" He grabbed his gun and pointed it at Booth's face. "I should have known you were slime. Not to be trusted. Nothing but a bodyguard for the girl you call your partner. " He shrugged. "No matter...I can still get rid of you." He paused and grinned sickingly. "All three of you."

HA! Again I say HA! And I don't mean HA as in Hodgela! I mean HA as in CLIFFIE!

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