BONES

The Demon in the Dark

I do not own Bones or the characters

Rated T for violence, etc.

Wendell POV

He was fortunate that he picked ice hockey as his sport of choice. Moving quickly and making decisions with splitting headaches, sore ribs, and a concussion was something he had to do a lot in that sport. Some may call him crazy for picking a sport where they fought more than played, but it was exciting. The fighting was practically the game after all. And besides. Who says being slammed against a wall is a bad thing? Sure, it could leave you stunned for a few minutes, but it did become hilarious after awhile, when you're lying on a stretcher laughing hysterically because your brains have been scrambled...

... Definitely the concussion.

Trying to focus, he moved as quickly as he could while leaning against whatever wall he could find. There was no furniture in this strange, seemingly windowless and door-less place. The only furniture he had seen was the chair that the killer had been sitting in. Wherever he was, it certainly wasn't the average civilian home.

Which meant...

Warehouse, unknown location, rural location, some creepy lab in a crazy person's basement... His mind went off on hundreds of different possibilities and he found it impossible to control the thoughts as they took over his very being.

Ugh,he thought, stumbling as his legs almost gave out beneath him from exhaustion.

He had very little control over his own body. It wasn't the greatest feeling in the world, being chased by a serial killer who wanted nothing more than to cause you pain, only to find that your body was more in favour of not listening to your commands and letting you collapse so that whoever was chasing you could catch up and kill you. If only the brain wasn't the main control for every function in the body... When the brain experiences a trauma, it's not just the head that suffers.

He suddenly couldn't see.

He wondered if he had simply lost sight functionality as something in his brain shifted, but then he realized that there was a faint outline, so he understood that it must have been really dark in the room.

The darkness suddenly amplified his exhaustion.

He moved with a shuffling slowness, feeling around the room. He needed to keep going, but something in his mind told him he had to stop. He had to lie down. Instinct told him he couldn't afford to. Everything else told him he couldn't avoid.

He felt his way around a wooden desk or shelf, turned the corner and found himself face to face with another wall. Unable to go any further, he slid down to the wall, edging himself as close to it and the shelf/desk as he could, hoping it would hide him from sight for the time being. Before he knew it, his eyes had drifted shut and he slipped away in to the powerful lull of unconsciousness.

Booth POV

He paced. It was a habit of his to pace whenever he was agitated, anxious, worried, or just plain furious. At the moment he was all of the above, and then some, and his mind was bouncing between throwing up and going and beating the crap out of someone. He wasn't sure who. He just wanted to hit someone - something.

For that reason alone he kept his distance from everyone else in the lab, and away from anything expensive.

There was nothing he hated more than some filthy piece of garbage hurting someone he cared about - one of hispeople. He was supposed to protect them. Every time they got hurt, he had failed.

Angrily he told himself that they would catch the murderer before long and he could give him all the suffering that the monster had given to all of his - he was nearly certain that the killer was not a female - victims... Victims. The word made him want to cringe. Was Wendell a victim? Would his be the next body found? His stomach churned at the thought and he suddenly wanted to leave the lab and go out and do something.But what? Float around in the car and use his x-ray vision to find the missing intern? He almost wished he could. That would make things so much more... Interesting.

But no. He was useless. Utterly, pathetically useless.

He hated that. Being useless. There was nothing worse than being faced with such a problem and being unable to do anything about it. Unable to help, to protect, to save. If he couldn't do that, then what the hell use was he for?

Every time something bad happened the same thoughts seemed to course through his head.

"Booth!" He flinched as his name was shouted across the lab. Looking up he saw all the squints gathered around a computer. Hodgins, who had just recently come, soaked to the skin and covered in mud and limping, was huddling a little ways away looking shell shocked. Shell shocked.That was a bit how Booth felt. But then again he was probably feeling only half the guilt that Hodgins was feeling. He didn't try to find out. He didn't want to know.

He walked warily to them.

"What?"

"We have something."

He looked at the screen and saw what looked like a very scrambled video of a bunch of cars and traffic. Wait a moment...Was that a stoplight video? From a traffic camera?

"How do you have this?" He knew that they had somehow gotten the video feed of a traffic camera. He looked at the locations. His stomach fluttered. This was just outside the area where the body had been found. The time coincided with the approximate time Wendell had been taken.

"Look at this," Angela blatantly ignored his question, but he let it go considering the circumstances.

A car suddenly came racing through across the road, ignoring a red light, and almost causing a crash between two cars coming down the perpendicular lane. The car had been coming from the direction of the crime scene. If we can fix this video, we might be able to get a license plate.

"I'm on it," Angela said without having to be asked.

The connection within a family...

I apologize for how long this took. I had uploading problems the past couple times I tried to save this. It was driving me crazy. Anyway! Hopefully this update isn't complete crap!