Sorry for the late update. Ive been in the school musical the past week from 5 - 11 every night so i havent really had time to update.
Ok, so i said the main part would start this chapter, and it sort-of does. I didnt expect this chapter to be what it was, it just sort of came. SO please forgive me.
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And thankyou for all those who reviewed last chapter. You're awesome.
Disclaimer though i love bones, i do not own it
Booth woke up first. Looking around, he could see that he was in a large, dark room of some kind. A few meters away, he could see Brennan, her head covered in blood.
Booth felt a pain strain his forearm and glanced down his body. He saw his wrists tied in front of his stomach, but could see no further. But judging from the pain in his ankles, he was pretty sure they were tied too. Looking over, he saw Brennan was in the same position.
He squirmed, trying to break the bonds.
He felt silver touch his head.
'Don't. Move.' A deep voice snarled.
His attacker was crouched behind him, just out of Booth's eye-line.
And he was holding a gun to his head.
Despite the warning, Booth tried to sit up.
He heard the gun click.
'If you move one more time, I will shoot you in the head. If you try to attack me, I'll shoot your girlfriend in the head. Do you understand?'
Booth didn't reply.
His attacker punched him in the jaw. He felt his mouth start to bleed. The man moved over to a stool over behind a desk a few meters away and sat down, watching the two of them, but kept his gun aimed on Booth.
Booth had been in these types of situations many times before. Most of those times he had been saved by Brennan and her squints. He knew that this was unlikely now.
No one would know they were here. And by the time they found out something was wrong, it would be too late.
From where he lay, Booth tried to assess a way out. Nothing came to him.
Think like Bones. Think like Bones. Think like Bones.
Looking over at said person again, he saw her lying perfectly still. He was getting worried. She should be awake by now, and there was a lot of blood on her head.
Had their attacker hit her too hard?
Booth shook out the thought. He had to stay positive. He looked down at his bonds. They were made of thin rope, though lots of it, wound multiple times around his wrists and ankles. They were tied with complicated knots.
How could he get out of them?
For he knew now that the only way to escape out of here alive would be to kill their attacker.
But he had no idea how.
Especially in his current situation.
Booth heard something. A groan.
He moved his head. Brennan was moving! Booth tried wriggling over to her, then heard the gun click again and stayed put. Brennan rolled her head over to him.
'Booth?' she whispered. 'Where are we? What happened?'
Booth motioned with his mouth for her to be quiet, and then nodded in the direction of the attacker. Brennan followed his gaze and saw the gun. She brought her head back to Booth and mouthed 'Oh.'
Booth tried to communicate with her. 'Any ideas?'
Brennan shook her head. 'You?'
Booth replied with the same gesture. He felt his leg start to cramp, and moved it slowly. He felt something poke into his pocket.
His expression changed.
He had an idea. He remembered the Swiss-army knife in his pocket, a gift from Parker for his birthday a few weeks ago, and now kept it on his keys. It was in his pocket, and within easy reach.
Brennan saw the expression change and tried to mouth to him to see the problem. Booth ignored her.
Moving ever so slowly, Booth moved his hands to the side of his pants. They were a few centimeters too far. Stretching, Booth ignored the pain thrashing through his forearms and focused on pushing his arms down enough to slip his hands into his pockets.
It didn't take very long. Booth found the handle to the knife and drew it slowly out. Their attacker sat t the desk, reading something, and so Booth was able to pull the knife up. But he couldn't do anything else with it. His arms were bound in their position so he couldn't move.
Unless…..
Booth tried twisting his wrist upside down so the knife was facing the rope. He could now cut through the rope.
He heard Brennan gasp as she realized his plan. He ignored her, starting to cut the rope. It was thin, and so took hardly 2 minutes to cut through. But he didn't want to move just yet. He still had to think of how to save Brennan, and making rash decisions could endanger her life.
An idea came, but it was very risky.
Looking over to Brennan, Booth again saw the blood on her head. She needed help, and fast. Half the blood was dried, but the wound could easily open again.
Booth made a desperate decision.
Holding his Swiss-army knife, he sat up and hastily cut through the rope that bound his ankles. He jumped up, too late for their attacker to realize. He started to run over to Brennan, but the sound of a bullet made him stop short.
The pain came seconds later.
Booth looked down, and saw a dark circle of blood blooming onto his chest. The pain was unbearable, like fire spreading through him. He dropped to the ground, the fall onto his back adding to the pain, though he could hardly feel it now. The world started to spin. All his strength was draining out of him.
But he had to do one last thing.
He was still holding the knife. He drew it up to eye level. He saw his attacker, blurry now, watching him, seeing him suffer.
But he had to do it. It was her only hope.
With his last effort, Booth slid the knife across the floor. It spun over to Brennan, who rolled and caught it under her body.
He couldn't see the expression on her face, though he imagined it.
Horror.
He felt his body give up. His muscles relaxed. He knew that he was about to die.
He drew in his breath. The blackness was enclosing him. He tried to fight it, but he knew the battle would soon be over.
But he wouldn't go without saying one last thing.
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