Chapter 9
A/N: sorry it took so long! so who LOVED Hero in the Hold? I did! well, here's the next chapter!
Angela waited for the man to come back. He certainly wasn't a very good kidnapper; the man had tied her bonds loosely and left the door of her room wide open. It was like he wanted her to escape.
She had easily figured out she was in a high school seeing as outside the janitors closet she was being held in she could see lockers and a door with a label reading Ms. May, French 1. The building was empty, but Angela wasn't sure if this was because school was already out or it was just weekend. Either way, Angela wasn't going to have any help getting out.
She carefully worked at her bonds and quickly got them undone. Right as they were about to drop to the floor, the man walked into the room. Angela quickly grasped the ropes, trying to make it look as if she was still tied up.
"I'm leaving. There will be two men standing outside the door with guns in case you try to escape. Since you haven't been very nice during your stay, your boyfriend is going to be killed. I'll see you later."
"What? You can't! Let me out right now!" Angela went on screaming, but the man was already gone. She had to get out.
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The steady beep of the machines in the hospital room had lulled August and Parker asleep a long time ago, and Parker was now fast asleep on August's shoulder. Brennan was asleep on Booth's chest, but Booth was still wide awake. He stared at the bed where Hodgins lay. The cuts had long ago stopped bleeding and he was no longer soaking wet, but the shattered heart the man carried was still evident on his face, which, even in a drug induced sleep, was contorted with pain.
"Agent Booth?" It was the doctor. Her name was doctor…Grant, Graham maybe? Booth couldn't really remember.
"Yeah," Booth said.
"There's a hysterical woman downstairs who claims she knows you," Dr. Grant or Graham said.
"Um, ok, I guess I'll go see her." The doctor nodded and Booth followed her downstairs.
"She's right over there," the doctor said, motioning to a woman who was trying frantically to get out of the hold of two doctors. Blood ran down her arms, tears poured down her cheeks, and she was balanced on one foot. She was screaming. "Booth! Booth! Help!"
Booth gaped. "Angela?"
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Angela had dropped the rope and stood up. She had walked out the door, expecting to see the two guards there weren't any. Typical, Angela thought. She started down the hallway when a gunshot rang out. Ducking down behind a row of lockers, Angela crept along the lockers. She made it to a flight of stairs and started down them when another gunshot sounded. Angela ran down the stairs and through the doors at the end of them. More halls. Angela headed toward the fork at the end of the hall. She turned right and followed the hall to a tile hallway.
There were rows and rows of lockers, another flight of stairs, and a door to a room labeled Band Room. Angela pulled on the door and sighed when it didn't open. She ran to the stairs and went up them. There was a big open area at the top, the library on the right, and a hallway labeled Math. She headed to the math hallway and saw more stairs. She ran down them, hoping to see an exit. But as she headed down the stairs, all she could think about was the horrible stench. At the bottom of the stairs, at least 30 corpses of high school students lay rotting away.
Angela felt the tears pour down her cheeks. She resisted the urge to throw up and ran back up the stairs sobbing hysterically. Finally, seeing a door, she headed through it and ran down more stairs. There! There was the door! She ran out into the sunlight and began to sprint through the parking lot. Suddenly, a bolt of pain shot through her arms and she stumbled and tripped in a pot hole. Her ankle bent strangely and her arm was bleeding from a bullet hole.
Angela stood up and kept going as best as she could. She limped the entire 3 blocks to the hospital and walked inside. She was quickly bombarded by doctors, but all she could think about was Hodgins. Dead. She needed someone to help her save him. Booth. She started screaming, not realizing that Booth was in the very hospital she stood in.
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Booth rushed over to Angela and picked her up. "Get her a room with her Jack Hodgins," he ordered, and the doctors nodded.
"Sir, we must take her into surgery. Please. You need to reason with her," a doctor said. Booth nodded and looked at Angela.
"Angela. Angela, it's Booth." She looked at him and nodded. "Are you alright?" Angela nodded again.
"Booth, we have to find Hodgins. The kidnapper is going to kill him." Booth furrowed his brow.
"Angela, Hodgins is in the hospital right upstairs."
"No! The kidnapper is going to kill him!"
"Angela, the kidnapper won't find anything at Hodgins' house except a bathtub full of bloody water."
"Huh?"
"Ange, the kidnapper didn't try to kill Hodgins. Hodgins tried to kill himself." Angela's eyes widened before the docors rushed over. A doctor injected something into Angela's arm and she passed out. Then they carted her away to surgery.
Booth just stood there, the horrified, sad expression on Angela's face burned into his mind.
A/N: there it is. hodgins tried to commit suicide when he found out angela was "dead" but really it was just a trap to lure hodgins away from the lab. i hope you enjoyed! review please!