A/N: I don't own Bones

It had been three weeks since the unsuccessful attempt at bringing Bones home. The squints had worked day and night for weeks trying to find anything they could about Brennan's whereabouts. So far, they had brought up nothing. Everyday was one day closer to Brennan's due date, and everyday their hopes diminshed a little more.

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Temperance Brennan stared at her stomach. It had grown significantly over the past three weeks. She couldn't help but smile everytime she felt a little kick in her stomach. There was another life growing inside of her, and she prayed that it would have a decent life, even if she was going to die.

Landers walked in the room and looked at her.

"You're huge." He spat.

"I'm pregnant." Brennan retorted.

There was a long silence between the two as they stared at each other. Bones took a deep breath and asked Landers the question that had been burning in her mind the past three weeks.

"How are you going to do it?" She asked him quietly.

"Do what?" Landers asked.

"Kill me." She replied. Landers smiled and left the question unanswered. She spoke again. "Are you going to slit my throat, beat me to death, or maybe stab me a few times?" She asked. He looked at her and began to laugh.

"No need to worry about that now. But just know that when it happens, you will feel extreme pain." He told her.

"It probably won't hurt as bad as delivering this baby." She came back.

Landers sighed and turned around to walk out of the room. As he neared the door, he turned around.

"Remember Dr. Brennan. That baby determines how much longer you survive." Landers said blankly. He turned around and walked out of the room.

Brennan placed her hands on her stomach and sighed.

"Hang in there long enough for Daddy to find us, okay?" She pleaded as she rubbed her hands back and forth across her stomach. "Just hang on..."

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Booth was racked with anger and frustration. He had gone weeks without hearing anything. Five long, agonizing weeks. His fiancee was now five and a half months pregnant, and in the hands of a serial killer.

Booth unlocked his house that he once shared with her, and took a slow walk upstairs. He took a right and walked into their bedroom. In the far corner of the room was a nightstand with a picture of the two of them on it.

He slowly walked over to the photograph and picked it up. He sank down onto their bed and stared at the picture. Tears began to slowly fall from his eyes as he held the picture up to his heart.

The photograph was taken four months ago, when they first found out that Bones was pregnant. The picture showed them in front of their two-story home. Booth's hands were placed on Brennan's stomach, and she had the brightest smile on her face, as did Booth.

The memory seemed an eternity ago to Booth. Time moved so slowly, yet extremely fast at the same time. Everyday he grew more and more weary, and everyday he was more determined to find her.

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Brennan was staring at herself in the mirror when she heard a woman scream from not too far away.

"Hello?" She asked. There was no reply. Only another hideous scream. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" She asked again. She heard the woman scream once more, and everything went quiet.

Brennan turned to walk towards the door when she stopped. Her head started spinning, and she felt a vicious pang in her stomach.

"No...you have to hang in there..." She pleaded as she grabbed the sink for support. Then everything became black as she collapsed onto the ground.

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Booth was sitting in Brennan's office, staring at the ceiling when his phone started to vibrate.

"Booth." He answered with a monotone voice.

"Agent Booth. It's Cullen. I don't want to be the one to tell you this, but-" He was cut short.

"Oh god. Oh god please no. What is it?" Booth asked as sweat started to form on his forehead.

"Landers has killed again. He left the body in a ditch a few miles away from the Jeffersonian." Cullen told him. Booth started to breathe heavily.

"What does the victim look like?" Booth asked cautiously. Cullen didn't reply right away. "Damn it Cullen! What does the victim look like?" He asked again.

Cullen took a deep breath. "The woman is about five foot ten. She has auburn hair." Booth's heart stopped beating. "And...the victim has recently delivered a child."