Hallo readers! Thank you for making it so far! I can't believe you'd waste your time reading this monstrosity you call literature(oh just lost a few readers OTL) but I thank you all none-the-less! I'm so excited to write this chapter! 1) because it's just not ALL about sex (all the readers probably left after reading that) and 2) I get to write some actual suspense! :DDDD Any who enjoy~
After many, "Please don't goes", and "Don't forget me's" Sweets had finally gotten out of Booth's hold, forcing him to drive to his apartment. He found it humorous though that Booth would be so clingy and possessive it wasn't like him at all. Once Booth's black S.U.V pulled up to the street that had a nuance retro chic feel-like apartment building.
"Thanks for the ride…", Sweets said to the ground. He couldn't bare to look at Booth, what would his eyes say..? How mad would he be if I smiled..?…a hand reached to Sweets's chin then pulled him in, Booth distributed a soft kiss onto Sweets's cheek then cracked a smile, "Sweet dreams Lance"
Heat… the only word to explain what Sweets felt after Booth said those three words. Hard headed as ever Sweets slapped Booth's hand away then jumped out of the car eager to hide his all too revealing face. Before he could turn around and say goodbye Booth's car was already driving off. A twinge of guilt ran through Sweets as he walked inside the apartment, made his way into the elevator then began to bang his head against the steel doors until his forehead turned red.
-The next Day-
That night had been hectic for both Booth and Sweets. The serial rapist/ murderer that Brenan and Booth have been tracking down finally made contact with the two sending them both the same message saying, "At the twelfth hour Sweet revenge shall be mine", Brenan was used to these messages by now, able to brush them off at any given time, but for Booth it was a different story. Hour after hour he would try to decipher the message-although let's be honest that's Brenan and Angela's specialty-but to no avail. This particular case gave Booth the creeps, for almost a year now this man abducted and raped young brunettes whether they were boys or girls then choked them to death and delivered their naked and bruised bodies to their families or loved ones. The latest victim was a twenty-seven year old male who was found on the porch of his gay lovers house outside of D.C. it took a bit of time, but Booth finally caught some sleep, obviously not effected enough not to sleep; he had a long day ahead of him, harassing Sweets and picking up Parker from his moms'.
Sweets gripped onto the sheets of Booth's bed and buried his head into the mattress holding back his screams of pleasure and pain. As Booth thrusted in and out of Sweets he could feel himself building up to a climax, gripping onto those fragile hips for any kind of crutch. He looked down at his lover who could barely hold onto his sanity, the picture of perfection in Booth's dazed eyes. Sweets's hips moved in synch with Booth's thrusts begging for more. Sweets turned his head then smiled, "At the twelfth hour Sweet revenge shall be mine", Booth's eyes flew open. His breathing and heart rate at an all time high. He looked at his clock, "5:38 A.M." it read.
"Shit…", he sighed then slid deeper into his blankets. He had only gotten three hours of sleep and that dream would probably keep him up all night. To numb his thoughts he watched some TV, whatever could distract him from his dream. Some cheesy cop show CSI Palm Springs or something…(I'm not knowing CSI I'm just saying it's a bit cheesy XD) about some dead girl found in the sewers with a ring implanted in her stomach. Booth rolled his eyes and let the sound of the TV distract him till he had to get ready for work.
At 8:00 A.M Booth was at work cup of star bucks coffee in hand and ready to see his favorite psychiatrist. Unfortunately Brenan was the first person to welcome him into work, "Booth how did you sleep..", she questioned.
"Uh not really…", he scratched his head then took a sip of his latte.
Brenan nodded, "Lack of sleep can usually come from you getting older, males tend to have a harder time sleeping as the age"
Booth's eyes rolled, "I'm not getting old Bones I was just thinking about the case", first the creepy dream and now the mocking his age…? Really?
"I see.. Well I'll tell you about my findings then", she informed.
"Thanks.. Hey have you seen Sweets yet..?"
Brenan shook her head, "I try to avoid seeking help from a psychology"
A grin formed on Booths face, 'Stubborn as ever', he thought to himself. He waved her goodbye then made his way to Sweets's office, knocked on the door then walked in not caring if he had a client or not.
Empty. The room that was usually filled with aromatherapy candles and an overly energetic doctor was empty. Sweets was nowhere to be found in the supposedly "relaxing" office space.
'Maybe he's taking the day off…' he absentmindedly suggested to himself then took another sip of his latte.
The rest of the day he distracted himself with bugging Angela and Cam with his constant questions. Then…there was Daisy, her usual perky self bounced and skipped over to the distressed cop, "Have you seen my Lancelot..?", she asked with a smile, "I packed him a lunch", she beamed then giggled to herself.
Booth kept his gentlemanly exterior and answered, "No haven's seen him since yesterday"
A sorrowful and confused look spread across Daisy's face, "but… I saw him go off to work…"
"That's…weird…", Booth said into another sip of his latte then thinking over the situation, "Maybe he's at a meeting or something.. You never know with that guy.."
"Yeah…that's true… but usually my Lance would say or give me an extended notice…"
Booth shrugged it off then, "He'll call by the end of the day", he smiled optimistically to Daisy then walked off feeling like he did a good deed or something.
The day progressed slow and tediously; Sweets hadn't called or notified the office all day which drove Daisy and Booth mad. Finally after about an hour of pondering and twenty minutes of building up the confidence to ask Daisy walked over the Booth, "I'm worried Agent Booth.. Lancelot hasn't replied to any of my messages or e-mails…I'm scared something has happened to him"
There was no doubt Booth had thought the same thing just a few minutes ago.. but… he's man none-the-less and gave a few moments to think it over…man…missing… "Sweet revenge"…? How the hell could he have missed it? Brown eyes widened and Booth sprinted to Dr. Brenan's office, "Bones! I know who the killers next victim is!
Yet again Sweets woke up with a massive headache and the loss of mobilization. He felt something secured around his chest, and something cold pressed against his back… 'Pole…?' he thought to himself in a mere daze.
Once his vision came back to 20/20 he looked back, yes there was a pole, but what he found more interesting was that there were ropes tied around his waist and legs to the pole. He was bound too tight for him to shift into a better position let alone move. It was pitch black in the space he was in, he heard running water coming from behind him… a drain…to the side of him..?
"H-Hello..?", he hoarsely asked to no one.. Anyone… anything… but there was no reply… no gesture of acknowledgement…nothing.. Sweets was used to this. His childhood was isolated and dark. He wished Booth was there beside him…
Booth had shown Cam, Angela, Zach, Hodgins and Brenan the note he had gotten, and noticed something he hadn't before. Unlike Brenan's note the word "Sweet" was capitalized. How he missed, he'll never know, but he did none the less, and explained to the group who the next victim was… their one and only Sweets…He could feel something bowling up inside his stomach.
Anger, confusion, Sorrow, hate… he couldn't keep himself together in this case he needed to punch something… anything… but he was better than that, what he needed to do is save Sweets.
"If that little shit touches Sweets I swear…..", he cut off shaking in anger.
The crew decided it was just Booth's natural protective trait that took over. They all understood one another on a personal note, all of them coming from bad pasts and broken families. On some certain level their personal relationships grew and developed until they were somewhat like a family… but this.. For Booth he never thought of Sweets as JUST a family member. First a pain in the ass, but now something entirely different.
Brenan gave Booth a sad sympathetic look then nodded, "I understand Booth…", she took in a sharp breath then continued, "We all do…"
"Come on sweetie lets start looking for a lead", she directed to Brenan.
Brenan walked out but not before giving him yet another sympathetic look. Zach gave him am awkward pat on the shoulder.
"what are you doing…?", Booth asked suspiciously.
"I heard men give these pats on the shoulder to distribute affection", Zach informed retracting his hand.
Hodgins just suppressed a laugh then looked away. Booth slightly smiled then patted Zach's back and walked away, "Alright, kid"
"What… did I so it wrong..?", Zach asked whole heartedly.
It had been a few hours maybe minutes, Sweets had no comprehension of timing so 5 minutes could have been eight hours for him. Constant water draining and muffled voices was all he had to know there was still life from where he was in, 'alright…well I know I'm not under ground… or buried alive…', Sweets sighed then went back to listening to the water. The sound of a door opening alerted Sweets, then lifted his head. Footsteps drew close to Sweets, making him apprehensive. The footsteps stopped in front of him then a cold clammy hand wrapped around his jaw. A finger began to slide under his chin and across his neck.
"Mmmm…", said the a low moan, "You're so soft…"
Sweets trembled, "Who are you!"
The hand covered his mouth, "Shhhh… don't spoil a good time..", the voice was… undesirable… it was rugged and sly obviously male.
"Reeh be gwo!", he demanded under muffled tone. He couldn't have yet another person touching him like that, to feel his scars and hold him like Booth did, but he had a feeling the man wouldn't be as sweet and as caring as Booth was…
A spot light hit on Sweets, A florescent yellow. He was in some sort of shower room, there was a standard green tile covering the walls, the drain beside him was the cause of all the noise from before, but it wasn't water that was draining. Dark red blood covered the creases and lining of the tile and made a swirled pattern in the drain. The man before him had long bleach blonde hair tucked into a ponytail, and sharp green eyes, he was possibly Asian. He had a plain white t-shirt shirt on and baggy washed out jeans the clung to his hips, despite his voice he was quite attractive even for Sweets's standards. No matter what though he was still scared and disgusted, this must have been the newest serial rapist he heard Hodgins and Brenan talking about.
"You're so beautiful…", The man said. His hand lowered from Sweets's mouth to his neck. Slender fingers wrapped around his then gave it a gentle squeeze, subtly pressing his sharp fingernails against sensitive skin. A small fidget came from Sweets, his composure was too important to lose, "What, no scream?", the killer asked in a pouting tone.
"N-No, I don't scream….", Sweets calmly replied, he knew the best thing to do in this situation was to stay calm, and test the opposing force. 'Strong eyes and calm voice', Sweets reminded himself, "I would like to ask you something though"
"Oh?", the killer cocked his head.
"Did your parents abuse you, or force you into any sexual harassment?"
There was a moment of silence, but soon broken by the killer squeezing harder against his neck then followed a huge bolt of laughter-possibly cackling it was hard to tell-, "Oh this is great! Aha! Omigawd! The one hostage take from the Jeffersonian and it's the wanna-be-therapist!", Sweets was now irked, once again he was used to being sexually harassed, and demeaned of his profession, but this guy sent him over the edge, "Hey I'm just trying to-!", Sweets was cut off by a numb pain in his throat, a sharp nail had pierced its way through his skin, he squirmed, he could feel it move with every inhale of laughter the killer made or small movement of the hand.
"No, I was abandoned has a kid", the killer finally admitted, but still with a small grin, "I was too much for my parents, said I was too "curious", and that was a problem for them"
Sweets wanted to say, "Curious", but that wasn't all too possible since he had a nail in his neck and a hand around his throat.
"Now.. Enough talking..", the killer let go getting up, he reached into his pocket then took out a scalpel. Crouching over his grin widened, he recognized to fear in Sweets's eyes, the pure terror in knowing he was about to die.. That alone was enough to turn him on.
The team was working like crazy on the search for Sweets. They knew enough that the killer worked very cleanly, he made sure his victims were dumped in plain site, so to warn others of some hidden messages, and leave the bodies with small cuts along the victims limbs.
Hodgins ran into the Booth's office with Brenan in it as well, the two were sweating bullets, well mainly Booth, Brenan kept her composure, but was still as worried as Booth, "Hey I think I found something!", Hodgins breathed heavily then watched as his coworkers ears perked up, "There were minuet traces of Sodium Hydroxide and fermented Ethanol on both of the letters", he continued.
"Wh-What does that mean?", Booth replied angrily, obviously frustrated by big words.
" Cleaning products, and by the age of the fermented Ethanol, or commonly known as Vinegar, dates back to the 60's", Jake informed in his usual nerdy energetic self.
"Which meeeeeaaaans?", Booth Asked eagerly.
"Which means Sweets is in a building… a very old building from what it sounds like an old one at that", Brenan cut in.
"Yeah! And There was small traces of soot too!", Hodgins yelled in the same excitement as before.
"Oh That me-",Booth was cut off.
"He's in a burned building"
Booth inwardly swore then nodded, "Yeah…"
After many scrambled searches of burned building from the 1960's and many, "God damn it! What are you people saying?", from Booth they had found a building in the lower region of Washington where a fairly burned down catholic school called St. Vincent's prep school for gifted boys.
Booth and Brenan arrived with in his black S.U.V. with determination. Booth with gun in hand walked up to the partly charred doors of the prep school then quietly opened the mahogany carved door. Booth looked around in wonderment, "Just like I remembered it…", Booth whispered.
"What?", Brenan commented in hushed tones, she made a note of making sure her black heels didn't make a 'clack' sound at every step.
"This was my old school back in the day", he commented scoping out the building with his flashlight on top of his pistol, "But it was burned down when I was in fifth grade, no one knows who started it"
"I see, does this place bring back bad feelings..?", Brenan asked interestedly making an effort to know Booth a little better.
"No actually good one", Booth smiled to himself.
Brenan smiled as well but not before Booth mentioned, "So cleaning solution.. Where would we find that?", booth asked simple mindedly.
"And Soot", Brenan mentioned.
"Well I think we're good with that", Booth flashed his light to every part of a stairwell they were now standing on, soot covered the steps and old rust covered railings. The steps were hardly stable, due to the massive amount charred wood that happened some 30 years ago.
Brenan stopped at no real beat, "Booth..", she whispered.
Booth turned around to see Brenan pressing her head against the wall, "Bones don't do that it's dirty", Booth commented.
"Shh.. I hear.. voices..", Booths face instantly lifted, "screams.?", Her face gave off the most of morose faces.
Booth, in all his sniper experience told Bones to wait up there just in case, she protested but the face he gave her was in all seriousness. After a moment of debating and Brenan's temper defusing Booth made his way to the lower level of the school, he could soon hear muffled moans and screams, 'in…the locker rooms..?',
Slowly pushing the door to the boys locker room the scent of rotting flesh spread through the air, accommodated by a blood, and charred rubber. But the one thing that was unmistakable was the sounds coming from ahead in the showers, screams muffled and thrashing on tiled floors. Booth made his way toward the showers trying to focus on the shot he was about to make against whatever force was making Sweets cry. He pressed his back against the cold tile then slowly peek his head into the line of vision for Sweets.
Anger, it boiled to the brim within Booth… frustration…hate… as he saw Sweets tied to the shower pole with his shirt completely torn and shredded, small splatters of blood were plainly seen on what was left of his white collared, obviously originated from his mouth which was busted and bruised. His neck was bruised and pierced with dried blood staining his pale skin. The man before him pressed the heel of his Italian leather shoe onto an already bruised and cut abdomen, the man laughed and cackled in reply to Sweets's pain, "You look so pathetic!", his voice snapped Booth out of his trance of boiling emotions then took aim and shot the man's left leg.
A scream came from the man he keeled over grabbing the wounded leg, giving Booth the chance to arrest the killer. The ex sniper took hold of the killers wrists then put them in a pair of handcuffs, "You have the right to remain silent , anything you say is and will be held against you in court", Booth stated trying to hold back beating the guy into a bloody pulp, "You okay Sweets..?", Booth asked looking over to the tied doctor. Booth's gaze dropped once he saw Sweets beaten and spent, brown eyes looked at Booth with pure fear. Without a word Booth reached over then softly kissed Sweets, "It'll be alright Lance", he whispered. Hearing that Booth heard a wine in front of him, almost a whimper, tears started falling down Sweets's bruised face.
Yeah so I finally finished the chapter, I had so much trouble writing this because I have NEVER EVER written suspense and adventure… plus.. I've been busy… with… stuff… alright that's a lie I've been watching Persona 4 Hiimsdaisy comics this past month, and making new co splays~ anyway enjoy! :3