A/N: I don't own Bones
Six months along, and Brennan's temper was very short. Any little thing made her snap, and she felt like her world was closing in on her. The baby seemed to be doing fine, and Landers had expanded her diet. She was now able to drink milk and eat cheese with her crackers. No, that wasn't much of an expansion, but to Brennan that was all she needed.
However, she knew that in just three short months, her baby would be sold into a horrible world, and her life would come to a tragic end. She would leave behind everyone she loved, and that thought stabbed at her heart in the worst ways.
Her stomach had grown to a nice size, and she was able to balance her bottle of water on it as she drank it with a straw. Every now and again, for a few brief seconds, it seemed like Temperance Brennan was attempting to enjoy the last few months of her life. But this was an illusion. On the inside, she was dying.
Every night as she laid on the dirty mattress in the corner of her prison, Brennan would cry herself to sleep. Not the quiet, unnoticeable crying. But a full on, sobbing and shaking cry. She couldn't help it. That was the one time that Landers wasn't going to bother her, and she knew it. If he saw her cry while he was in there, then she would be slapped around a few times until her tears ceased. Laying down at night was the only time she was able to let go and break down.
She had long ago lost the faith in the idea of being rescued. It was pointless to think that she was actually going to see the daylight once again. There was no way around it. She was going to die here. Sure, Temperance Brennan was a smart woman, but she had racked her brain over and over again for a way to escape. Nothing was working.
Just as she started to think of a way, the door to her room opened. Landers waltzed in as usual, only this time he had a hold of the one thing Brennan hated.
A syringe filled with the infamous clear liquid that had lulled her to sleep countless times.
"Good afternoon Dr. Temperance." He said as he walked over to her. She stood up to meet him eye-to-eye.
"What do you want?" She asked bitterly.
"I'm just going to give you a little dose of this for now. I'm bringing in a new victim, and she's going to be murdered right here in this room. I don't want you to see a preview of what's going to happen to you in just a few short months." He said as he stroked his hand across her stomach. She bit her tongue as he lifted the syringe. "You might want to sit down." He said. An idea immediately popped into Bones' head.
Brennan turned around to act like she was going to lie down. Just as she leaned down, she brought her arm back across and punched Landers in the jaw. He dropped the syringe, and she leaned down and snatched it up. Before he had a time to react, Brennan viciously stabbed him in the arm with the needle. She watched in triumph as he sunk to the floor.
"You won't get the chance to see me in a few months. You'll be rotting away in a prison." Brennan spat as she kicked him hard in the side. He rolled over onto his stomach, unconscious.
Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed his back pocket. Something rectangular-shaped was placed in the pocket. She leaned down and pulled the item out.
"Oh thank God." Brennan whispered.
In her hand was her silver Motorola.
Brennan turned around and started for the door. She turned the knob and the door opened. Her legs quickly carried her down a narrow hallway and into a larger room. At the opposite end of the room was a staircase. She found herself walking up the stairs, praying for a way out. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she discovered she was at the end of a long hallway. She turned around and shut the door leading to the stairs, locking the dead bolt that was attached.
Bones quickly walked down the hallway, her hands shaking the entire time. She walked into what seemed to be a living room. The furniture was old and falling apart, and an old television sat in the corner. There were no windows. At the front of the room was a door. She ran to it and wrenched it open. Her eyes screamed in pain as bright streams of daylight poured into the room.
She was outside. She was free.
Immediately she ran out of the front door and into the yard. The bastard had been keeping her in a run-down house. There were a few other houses around, but nothing looked promising. Brennan started to walk across the yard, heading for the street. It was then that she remembered her phone. Quickly she flipped it open and dialed the numbers she had been longing to press for the past two months.
XxXxXxXxXxX
Booth was pacing back and forth across the platform at the lab, eyeing the squints.
"We still have three more months until the due date. We can find her!" Angela exclaimed.
"I'm not so sure anymore." Booth whispered. He couldn't believe what he was saying.
His phone started to vibrate. He pulled it out and glanced at the caller ID.
Bones
555-8741
"Oh my god..." Booth whispered. "IT'S BONES!" He screamed. Everyone rushed over to him as he put the phone to his ear. "Hello?" He asked quickly. The response from the other end was immediate.
"BOOTH!" He heard Bones scream. "Booth! I stabbed Landers in the arm with a syringe! He's unconscious! Booth! Booth I escaped!" He heard her yell. The words seemed unreal to him.
"BONES! Bones, sweetie, where are you?" He asked. He had to fight back strong tears.
"I...I don't know! Seeley, I don't know!" She replied. He could tell she was starting to cry.
"Sweetie, don't cry. Don't cry Bones! What do you see around you?" He asked.
"Uh...I see...I see some old houses, and, and a few trees..and...OH MY GOD! A GAS STATION!" She screamed into the receiver.
"Bones! Get to that gas station! Get in there and tell them to call 911! Go!" He screamed in reply. He heard her breathing heavy as she started to walk faster.
"Booth...I love you so much...I just want you to save me..." Brennan began to weep.
"Don't worry sweetie. I'm on my way." He said as he turned around and took off for his SUV.
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