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Chapter 4

When Brennan woke up again, her hair was clumped with dried blood and beneath her lay a puddle of it. She slowly got up from her position on the cool concrete, and sat up against the wall. She didn't know what else to do. She brought her knees up to her chest and wept. She didn't know if she would ever see Booth again.

"You have 6 hours to find her Agent Booth, or if you don't, she's mine." He slammed the phone shut and walked over to the team.

"Come on! There has to be something we can go on!" Booth yelled.

Angela walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "We'll find her. Don't -"

Booth cut her off as he moved away from her touch. "Worry? How can I not worry! I love her. I would die for her."

Hodgins opened his mouth to fire back at Booth for yelling at his pregnant wife but thought better of it when she looked into his eyes and shook her head.

Brennan heard the door creak open, she turned around to see him standing there grinning his toothless.

"What?" She spat annoyed. He smiled for a few minutes before replying. He walked closer to her, cornering her against the wall.

"You know, you're very beautiful. He must be lucky." He breathed down her neck, making her cringe. His breath smelled like tuna mixed with alcohol.

"Please leave me alone." She said through gritted teeth.

"Oh. I don't think I can do that now." Still smiling, he put one of his hands just above her shoulders and the other one on her waist, and kept her pinned against the wall. "You see, when I want something, I usually get it." He said taking off her shirt, and revealing her in her white tank top.

Tears started pouring down her cheeks. "Please! Stop please" she screamed as she felt his hands slide up and down her chest. "Hush now. Just enjoy it while it lasts." She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. If I aim low enough… she thought. His hands slipped down to the button on her jeans. In less than a second, she brought her knee up to his groin hard. He let out a groan and then tumbled over whining. She didn't hesitate. She scooped up her shirt, bolted out of the room, fumbling with the button on her jeans and pulling on her shirt. "You'll regret this." He shouted in pain.

She didn't turn around, she didn't want to. The drugs were wearing off on her. Good I need a clear mind. She ran to a door and tried it. Locked. "Shit" she whispered, already running again to find a way out. She tried many more doors, but they were all locked. Damn this guy is good.

"Hey, Booth?" Hodgins' voice came from across the room.

"Did you find something?"

"Yes. I was reexamining the particulates on the victims clothing, and I found a sliver..."

"… As in wood?" Booth asked hopeful.

"Yes, and this is a special kind of wood. Boats are made from it."

Booth half smiled and patted the squint on the back. "Great job." He praised Hodgins as Brennan would. Then to the rest of them he said, "There is a chance, he kidnapped her on a boat. We should go check the docks."

Finally she came to a door that wasn't locked. She opened it, and a blast of strong wind hit her. Water splashed up into her face. She was on a boat. As if to reward her for her discovery, a toot came from the boat, somewhere in the middle.

She heard heavy footsteps, and turned around to see him hobbling towards her, holding his crotch, and pointing a knife at her. "There's nowhere for you to run anymore. Might as well give up" he flashed her a smile.

She looked down at the water to the left of her and then back at him, walking closer. Then she saw it-a little trapped door right below her. Cockpit! She looked back at him, and as fast as she could, bent down, lifted up the door in the floor, and jumped down, shutting it and holding it as hard as she could so he couldn't get in.

Her breathing was heavy and she could feel the force of him trying to slam it open. She found a lock on the door and secured it. She then climbed down the ladder to find somewhere better to hide. She could still hear him banging on the door, then a CRASH, and she looked up to see his legs descending from the ladder. "Knock knock, here I come!" Her eyes darted wildly around the room, high and low. She saw a little vault she could climb through. She estimated the time that she had to get inside. She tugged on the handle but it wouldn't budge. Damnit!

She took off her shirt, once again leaving her in her tank top and wrapped it around the handle, and pulled again. This time the vault creaked in protest, but she pulled even harder, muscles rippling. The vault door flew open and ice chips came pouring out from the open door. She dug away the ice so she could climb in and pulled the door closed, hiding her shirt. She looked around the room. She put her hand down on the ice, and felt something hard and cold, but not ice. She looked down and screamed at what she saw.