Tempe sat in her office looking over a few files, her stomach was rather large now seeing as how she was eight and a half months pregnant. She had been placed on maternity leave not too long before, but still returned to the lab to look over things she felt she may have missed. Four folders lay on her desk as four bodies lay on examination tables. No new breaks in the case had been made, but the theory of how they had died had been proved. Each woman, near birth was kidnapped, beaten, bound and gagged, ran over by multiple cars, most likely on the freeway, then burned to make sure they were beyond recognizable. Tempe placed her head between her hands and gave a soft sigh before looking over the files again, everything from hair color, height, doctors who cared for the women, family members, places of residence. Nothing seemed to connect the only thing all these women shared was the pregnancy.

"Mommy?" A soft voice called from her office door.

"What Parker?" She asked softly looking up to him, welcoming him into her office.

"Daddy said we're going to the park today if you want to come." He said, his face had fallen and he seemed to be upset over something.

"What's wrong? Why are you sad?" She asked as he gave her a small hug.

"I fell down." He said moving away from her to lift his left pant leg up and shower her a band-aide placed over his knee. "Auntie Angela helped bandage it."

"When did you fall?"

"A couple of minutes ago." He said smiling as she gave the band-aide a small kiss before getting out of her chair and standing to her feet.

"Where's daddy?" She asked taking his hand and allowed him to lead her out of the office and to the platform where Booth stood talking to Angela.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but we've done all we could. The only way we even have a chance of catching him is if he gives us another victim." Angela explained as Hodgins work on a few particulates from the bodies he had taken months ago. He knew it was useless, but he felt he too overlooked something.

"Well at the rate we're heading our next victim maybe somebody we don't want to see." Booth said referring to Tempe.

"We just need to keep an eye on her and make sure he doesn't have a chance to get to her."

"If only it were that easy."

"Daddy! I found mommy!" Parker cried as he ran over to his father, Tempe a few feet behind him waddling the whole way thanks to 'Tammy the Bulging Tummy'.

"Hey, sweetheart. Where were you?" He asked as she reached him and placed a soft kiss on her lips, one she returned graciously.

"In my office looking over a few files and such." She said watching as Zach quickly covered up the bodies as soon as Parker had arrived.

"Find anything?" He asked hoping to god they would solve the case soon.

"Nothing that can be of use." She muttered. "Can we go home?"

"Sure thing." He said squeezing her arms. "Parker! Buddy, let's go!" He called as they said their goodbyes.

Hours later Tempe sat alone in her apartment looking over the files again. She had been stressing herself over them lately and was becoming more and more obsessed with trying to catch the killer. She didn't want to end up the next victim on the examination table. Feeling the need to clear her mind, she got up from the couch, grabbed her keys and headed out for a small walk. Though it was more difficult and frustrating walking with the prosthetic stomach she found some clarity as her worry about the case left.

To her right side she watched as families played at the park with their kids and began to think. She had never wanted kids and still didn't, but that never stopped her from thinking about it. She continued on her walk and decided to take a short cut home through an alley. Seeing as how Booth would be home soon and she didn't want to worry him.

She made a sharp left and saw the dirty alley as the smell of urine entered her nostrils. Soon the sent became strong as she was forced to smell it up close. Her head pounded as she fell and her stomach was cushioned by the fall, but not by much. She struggled to turn on her back to see her attacker, but was hit again in the back of the head and blacked out. The last thing she remembered was feet heading towards her from a corner in the alley.

Booth arrived home and searched the apartment for her, finding her gone and nowhere in sight he called up a few FBI agents that had been set up undercover to watch her as left. They had said they had seen her leave twenty minutes prior and said she should be home by now. They explained how she had walked down the alley only to never walk out. Agents were now there searching the place, promising to call him when they found anything they hung up with Booth.

"Damn it, Bones." He swore throwing the phone against the wall. He walked over to it, picked it up and left the apartment. As he made his way down the elevator he called Cullen and told him the hunt for Dr. Temperance Brennan Booth was now on.

Upon opening her eyes, Tempe found herself in a warehouse. Her hands were tied to the wall her back rested against and her ankles were bound together with a chain that made its way up to her wrists. She had an old rag shoved in her mouth and it was kept there by the duck tape that covered her lips.

Fear rose in her body as she took in her surroundings. She was alone, for now. The room was dark and the lack of light from outside told her it was late, she must have been unconscious for a while. Boxes filled the old room and time had taken its toll, the bars and gates were rusty that lead to a room that Restricted. To her left she noticed an old mirror and made out that she had a large bruise on her eye, a large gash on her cheek and blood running down her arm from another gash. Luckily her captures hadn't noticed her fake stomach for it still rested around her waist, she gave a small sigh of relief knowing she was safe, but for how long she didn't know.

Tempe had been sitting in the same position for at least an hour trying to get free, but found it useless, the chains were on and locked tight. Her only escape was a miracle. The old rag in her mouth had been making her sick, she gave a small dry heave and tried to get over the nauseating feeling she had, if she threw up she knew she'd be dead for sure and choking on her own vomit was not how she wanted to die. Suddenly her mind was drawn to the door as it opened and a man carrying a crow bar walked in.

The man was tall, he was a little on the flabby side when it came to the waist, but not by much. He looked to be around the age of late twenties to early thirties. His facial hair consisted of a brown mustache and a beard, his icy blue eyes lacked sympathy as he made his way over to her, the crow bar raised high above his head ready to strike down on her. Which it did, he took one hard swing and hit her right in the stomach. Though 'Tammy' was thick and comforted the blow a bit, it still hurt due to the way he hit her, moving it straight into her stomach and not across it. She gave a jolt of pain, something told her it had busted through the prosthetic stomach and hit her real stomach. She cried in pain as the tears fell and she was left watching as he raised the bar again.

"Dillon?" A male voice called, stopping the man from delivering another blow, this one aiming at her head.

"What is it Malcolm?" The man said, his voice low and filled with hate.

"Kevin is here with the truck." The disembodied voice called out.

"I'm coming." He said dropping the crow bar on Tempe's head, throwing her unconscious again for the time being as he exited the room.

"Any news yet?" Booth asked to one of the Agents at his side. They had been staking the alley and the street in front of it out. They sat in a white truck in front of the park, Tempe had been seeing entering the alley, but never seen coming out, and no vehicle or suspicious movement came from the alley.

"Nothing yet." The agent said looking to one of the cameras that had been set up. The alley had been searched thoroughly, and nothing was found. No other way out and no place to hide, at least nothing they knew of. Booth gave a sigh of frustration and silently prayed that should Tempe would ok in the end, that no matter what happened she would be found alive. All he could do was pray.

After being grounded and facing a clouded mind on where to take this story I have finally reached a verdict and here it is. I hope you all like it and I promise to have the next chapter up sooner than the others in the past. I feel I finally have an idea where to go. Well I would like to thank my friend Jessi, thanks Jessi, you've helped me get out of my little funk and back on the story, thanks for Beta-ing it and everything.

Well please review and thanks millions for all the support throughout the story.