Hello again my loves, im back. Firstly, thank you for the reviews! Im personally very happy with this chapter, but hey who knows you may not feel the same, if so why not let me know in a quick little review?
Ok so this chapter has lots going on, and I even threw in some Brennan, I feel like I've been neglecting her, so enjoy her little moment. As always I do not own bones, or the characters, or Booth's cocky belt buckle…I wish I did. Enjoy.
Waiting for the end to come.
Hodgins sped through the Jeffersonian, sending people flying as they attempted to dodge out of his way, "Booooooooooooth. Booth." Through gasps for air, trying to get his breath back, Hodgins found Booth and Sweets in one of the offices, "You need-to come now. Grace. Angela…." His hands were flying all over the place as words failed him, he gestured for the two confused men to follow him as he turned on his heel and headed back to Angela and Vincent.
"Tell me it worked?" Vincent was watching as Angela clicked and typed away on her computer, scared of the words she might say. They had to find Grace, it was now or never. Vincent spun round at the sound of Hodgins swooping through the door with Booth and Sweets close behind, all three men breathing heavily. "Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?" Booth was agitated now, he had spent the last few hours on the phone to hostile hotel owners who either couldn't or wouldn't help them, they were yet to make a breakthrough and he was so worried. He was scared for Grace's safety, he knew men like Henry, heck he had dealt with men like that. The anger in Henry's eyes when Booth had interrupted him last time he had Grace was haunting, he knew Henry would stop at nothing to hurt Grace.
"Ok, we had Grace on the phone, Vince talked to her long enough to pinpoint a location, and I can tell you that there is one motel in the radius, the 'Ry Motel'. It's about 10 minutes from here." "So why the mad panic?" Sweets pitched in, surely this was good news but why had Hodgins looked so panicked? Sighing, Angela turned to face the doctor and agent "Henry found her first, he's there now." With that revelation Booth was out the door and heading for his car, before any of the others good even stop it. 'This time he's not getting away' Booth thought to himself speeding down the road, siren flashing and breaking every road traffic law possible.
Meanwhile, back at the motel a tearful Grace was prompt up against the wall, her head was pounding from a fresh cut inflicted by Henry from throwing her against the wall. Henry had just finished bounding her hands, when he finally addressed the frightened girl. "I wish I didn't have to do this, but you, you just push me too far sometime Gracie. We could have worked it out; you know how much I love you. Well I suppose it'll soon be past tense, loved." "You don't have to do this. We-we could go back to how we were? I'll come home." Grace was willing to do anything; she had clocked the gun poking out of Henry's waste band on his jeans. If she could just get out of the motel alive, then she could go to the police, call Booth, anyone. But in order to do this, she had to stay alive. Henry slammed his fist against the wall, resulting in a shudder from Grace. "Come home? What makes you think I want you now? Why would I want a slut like you, how long did it take for you to find your way into Boy Wonder's bed?" "Vincent was just a friend, he means nothing." Grace heartbeat racing at the mention of the young man. She didn't know she could lie so well, technically yes Vincent was just a friend but to say he meant nothing was quite possibly the biggest lie she had ever told. He meant everything. "Ba-baby, please, I-I need you." She felt sick as the lines she had repeated so many times in the past came spilling from her lips, her eyes desperately searching for the recognition in Henry's face which said everything would be fine till the next time. Instead she was met with a vicious blow to her face, she yelped as the taste of blood became apparent, Henry's eyes were full of satisfaction as she cowered away from him, pushing herself further and further into the wall behind. She knew that look, she feared that look, it only ever took one hit to get him worked up and ready to play. Henry clenched his fist and swung at Grace for the third time that night, this hit was followed by the fourth, the fifth and the sixth, before he turned his attention to the rest of her body, as the force of his foot hit her ribs she gave up, she laid on the hard ground and waited for it all to be over.
Back at the Jeffersonian, Brennan, Cam and Wendell had all joined the grief stricken friends in Angela's office awaiting news from Booth. Vincent was pacing the length of the room, despite wincing from the pain Henry had caused with every step. Brennan had been watching the young man pacing from across the room, she understood his pain, she remembered the antagonising wait she endured when Booth had been kidnapped by the Gravedigger; the fear of whether they would get there in time. But she knew Booth and trusted that he would save Grace. "Mr Nig—Vincent, you need to be resting." Vincent looked at his mentor, brushing her concern aside he continued to pace. "Vincent, do you know how long I have been working with Booth?" The young man shook his head. "We have been partners for six years, and I have my full trust in him. He is the one man, the one person I would trust with my life, and in those six years I have done this many a time. He has never let me down, and I know he will not fail Grace or you. He'll bring her back to us." Brennan placed a hand on Vincent's shoulder guiding him to sit in the seat next to her, the rest of the room maintained the silence but felt at ease as they knew everything Brennen had just said was true. "Thanks Dr Brennan." Vincent smiled, but he still knew there was a possibility that Booth would be too late.
Booth had arrived at the motel and stormed into the reception, and with a flash of his badge found out a young girl had booked a room earlier that day, paying with cash, matching Grace's description. As he snuck up to the room, his gun out and ready, he expected to hear a nuisance and yet it was silent. Too silent for Booth's liking. The door was unlocked, Booth panned around the door and saw the blood stains on the floor. He followed the blood towards the bathroom, the door was a jar, and with this Booth slowly pushed the door fully open to find Henry holding Grace, his gun to her already bloody head. "Agent Booth, I thought I heard the sirens." Grace was slipping in and out of consciousness, she couldn't tell if Booth was really there or if it was just a dream. "Henry, put the gun down." Booth aimed the gun at Henry, he avoided looking at his God-daughter through fear that he wouldn't be able to control his emotions if he looked. "Whatcha gonna do, shot me?" Booth's belt may have said cocky but this man stood in front of him was the essence of cockiness. Henry knew this was the end, he was prepared to die for his cause. As long as he killed first, he was happy to be killed himself. "That's exactly what im going to do, if you don't back away from her and put your weapon down. You have till the count of three. One." Henry laughed, "I like this game, two." Booth hadn't expected an easy fight but he never thought Henry would be this reckless.
At the same time the two men uttered the word 'three', to be followed by not one, but two gun shots.
Wow, this was quite a long chapter for me, but I couldn't stop writing.
Sorry for the cliff hanger, I will make up for it in the next chapter. Reviews are always appreciated, many thanks.