A/N: I don't own Bones

Temperance Brennan woke up with a start. She was being dragged across the rough concrete, and she was beginning to receive cuts from it.

"...What...?" She asked groggily as her eye sight adjusted.

"There's only five minutes left until we're out of here for good. And it looks like Booth isn't giving me my money. And you know what that means!" Landers said with a psychotic laugh as he drug Brennan across the floor. "My, you're heavy!" He added.

"Where are we going? Stop!" She yelled as she began to fought against his grasp.

"I wouldn't fight if I were you. There's a syringe in my pocket with your name on it." He told her as he laid her down. She began to roll over when he quickly leaned down and picked her up bridal style.

"Let me go!" She screamed.

He sighed and balanced her on his knee as he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a syringe with a clear liquid in it.

"I warned you." He spoke as he stabbed her in the arm with the syringe.

"Ow!" She exclaimed. She could feel the liquid course through her veins. Her vision started to blur, and she felt her head drop backwards as the anestethic effected her.

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Booth drove slowly, looking for the right address. He didn't have time to spare, so he searched quickly. He was in the middle of a run-down neighborhood in an isolated town.

"Where is it..." Angela mumbled as she frantically glanced at every address.

"There!" Booth screamed as he pointed. A few yards down the road stood an abandoned warehouse.

"Figures..." Angela stated as she threw off her seatbelt.

Booth began to accelerate when he noticed a red car pull out from behind the warehouse and speed off down the road.

"Booth!" Angela yelled. "Do you think that was Landers?" She asked.

"I don't know. Where the hell is the back-up I requested?" He asked, infuriated.

"Do you want to follow that car?" She asked.

"No. I need to go into the warehouse first in case she's still in there." Booth said as he pulled up beside of the warehouse.

Booth once again reached over and unhooked the walkie-talkie from his dashboard.

"This is Agent Booth. I need immediate and heavy back-up at 4102 Duster Lane." Booth said. He waited for the reply and then placed the walkie-talkie back on the receiver.

Booth took off his seatbelt and grabbed his gun.

"Are you going in alone?" Angela asked in shock. Booth turned and stared at her.

"Ange. My pregnant fiancee is in there with a psychotic killer. I'm getting my ass in there and saving her." Booth said as he climbed out of the SUV and closed it before Angela had a chance to argue.

Booth slowly crept into the warehouse and waited. He heard nothing. He took a few steps and waited. Again, nothing.

He slowly made his way across the warehouse, stopping every few steps to listen. Finally, he saw it: A metal door.

He felt his heart skip a beat as he took a deep breath. He walked towards the door, not daring to make a move. He finally came to the door and got his gun in position. He lifted his leg and kicked in the door as hard as he could. It opened with ease.

"FBI! I'LL SHOOT!" He screamed as he pointed his way into the room.

The room was empty, with the exception of a toilet and sink. As he walked further into the room, he saw that those were not the only things in the room. Booth's breath was caught in his throat as his eyes came upon it.

A dark puddle of blood. And beside of that puddle was a note. He immediately rushed to it.

"Agent Booth,

I had a feeling you would find me. Therefore I made a hasty escape not too long ago. I know you're probably wondering if that's Dr. Brennan's blood. Well, worry no more. It is indeed her blood. She had a nasty fall a little while ago and landed on her stomach. I told her to be careful. Well, you were too late to save her. I've taken her now, and you'll never see her again. Remember the times you had with her Booth. "

Booth clenched his fists and screamed in defeat. He was too late.

He didn't save her.