Chapter Three
"Bones!" Booth had searched everywhere. He had sent a team of FBI agents to survey the area, but they had all reported back to him with an unconstructive outcome. All Booth had to go on were tire track prints and a small blood spatter which he had sent for testing, there was definitely a struggle, knowing if Bones couldn't kick this guy's ass there was definitely a weapon involved. Lastly and most certainly what frightened him the most was that this incident was an abduction and was the job of a professional psychopath, not just any delusional nutcase but one that had been wanted for years. He just hoped that he could get to her in time before it is too late…
Brennan awoke. The throbbing pain in her head was unbearable. She ran her fingers lightly over the wound, feeling a small patch of warm fluid. She evaluated the rest of her body finding only minor cuts and bruises from what seemed to be inflicted when the man had roughly thrown her into the truck. She breathed a sigh of relief. She checked her watch and estimated that they had been driving for just over half an hour. She hoped that the man would stop driving soon so that the FBI could find her faster at a closer location, but feared for what would happen when they arrived at the unknown whereabouts. Brennan sat in silence and tried to calm her nerves, this was no time to become unobjective. Brennan listened for sounds that would give away the truck's position, apart from a few alarms and the sound of the gravel roads beneath her she couldn't determine what destination they were headed for.
Booth stormed into the Jeffersonian. The FBI had confirmed that the blood sample definitely belonged to Brennan, but was not enough to cause a fatal blow. The squints had just found out the news that Bones was kidnapped and were in a frantic haze trying to identify the vehicle and looking through camera footage around the area. Although they didn't have much to work with the squints were all in when it came to Dr B.
"Booth!" Angela squealed as he entered, "please tell me you found something?" she pleaded.
"No, not yet" he replied sullenly, "What about you?" he asked hopefully.
"The tyre prints belonged to a storage truck that transports fruit and vege to the corner shop opposite the warehouse, we are tracking it down now", she replied agitatedly.
Booths phone rings suddenly. Booth answers hoping they have a lead to go on.
"Yep", "Ok, I'm on my way" Booth turns to leave, and Angela knows he has a lead on the truck. She jumps in his way, blocking his path.
"Booth, we are all behind you, now bring her back safely", she ordered as she moved aside to let him pass.
"I will… and thanks Angela" he says looking at her with a meaningful glance.
"Now go get your girl!" she orders playfully.
Booth rolls his eyes whilst jogging backwards towards the door, he turns and immediately pulls on his tough guy role.
'I wouldn't want to be Bren's kidnapper right now' she thought, and shuddered at the violent images of Booth alone with the kidnapper.
Booth sped through the traffic, once he had a purpose nothing could stop him for getting what he wanted. The truck was reported by a witness who saw it pull into private property a few hours ago. Booth hoped that the truck was still there and that Brennan was unharmed.