A/N: I don't own Bones.
Temperance Brennan opened her eyes slowly and took in a deep breath. She immediately regretted ever waking up in the first place as a horrific pain shot through her body.
"Where...what?" She asked. She lifted her head and looked around. She was lying on the ground in a small pool of blood. She began to have instant flashbacks to three years ago when a similar situation occured.
"So nice to see you awake." Someone said. The voice made Bones jump, and she slowly sat up.
"Where am I? What happened?" She asked. Then she remembered. "Landers..." She whispered.
"Yes. I warned you Dr. Brennan. But you chose to ignore my threats. I don't go back on my word. I told you I was going to hunt you down. And I did." He said bluntly.
Immediately Brennan began to feel around in her pockets for her cell. But her idea was instantly shot down.
"Looking for this?" Landers asked as he dangled her silver Motorola in front of her. "It's been ringing off the hook!" He smirked.
"Give it here." Brennan said cooly.
"Why in the hell would I do that? I came all the way out to your house to retrieve you. I'm definitely not just going to let you get away." He said as he stood up. "Here. You'll need this." He added as he tossed a bottle of water to Brennan.
Brennan tried to stand up, but to no avail. She fell back down against the ground, narrowing missing her stomach.
"I wouldn't strain yourself too much. Wouldn't want to hurt that baby, now would we?" He said with a laugh as he disappeared from sight.
"Come back!" She yelled. He didn't answer, and she heard a door lock shut. "Damn it!" She screamed as she thrust her fists against the ground in frustration.
She sat up slowly and backed against the wall closest to her. She opened her eyes wide to get a good look at the room she was contained in.
The walls were a dark gray color, and the floor was made out of rough concrete. There were rafters going across the ceiling, and in the very center of the room was a single light suspended from the ceiling. As her eyes adjusted, she could see a toilet and sink on the other side of the room. She traced her finger along the walls and shivered. It was so cold and damp in the room. She was bound to become sick if she stayed in here for very long.
She stood up slowly, pain inching through her entire body. She made her way over to the sink and looked in the mirror placed above it. Her face was stained with dry blood and bruises, and her hair was matted to her head. She turned on the sink and felt the cool water running over her hand. She splashed the water over her face and let out a sigh as the water dulled the pain.
Within a few minutes, she had cleared her bloodied face up significantly, and she took a seat against the wall once again. She began to smooth her hand over her stomach as she spoke.
"Booth...I need you."
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"When was the last time you saw her?" The cop asked Booth as they sat in his living room. The house was being swarmed with police and investigators, all trying to track down Brennan.
"Around one o'clock. We were leaving the lab when she told me she would meet me at two at the diner. She got in her car and pulled out of the parking lot, and I haven't seen her since." Booth repeated the story for the thirteenth time.
"And when she didn't show up, you came here looking for her?" The cop asked.
"I went to the lab first and got Ange, and then we came here looking for her. I walked through the house and saw the back door wide open with a bloody handprint on the frame." Booth spoke quietly.
"Okay. Thank you Mr. Booth." The cop replied as he stood up and walked away. A few seconds later, Angela came and sat down beside of Booth.
"They're going to find her. Everything is going to be all right." She said as she rubbed her hand against his back in an effort to soothe him.
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Later that night, after all the police had left his home, Booth was driving Angela back to her house. He was at a stop light when his phone began to ring.
He took it out and looked at the caller ID. It was an unknown caller.
"Booth." He answered.
"Agent Booth. How good to hear from you." The voice on the other end stated. Booth felt his blood run cold. It was Michael Landers. He immediately pulled onto the side of the road and placed the car in park.
"Where is she? What did you do to her?" Booth screamed into the phone. Angela shot him a worried look.
"Calm down, calm down. No need to get touchy Booth. You wouldn't want me to hurt her, now would you?" He asked.
"Let her go!" He screamed into the phone.
"...Booth...Help..." He heard someone whisper into the phone.
"Bones! Bones, sweetie, it's okay! I'm going to find you!" Booth yelled desperately. A shrill scream erupted from her end of the phone, and then the line went dead.