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a/n: I have a feeling that there is a few spelling or grammer mistakes in here, and I did read through it a couple of times, but I'm really really tired... so yeah. If you find one please don't point it out to me, i'm not in the mood for that. Hmmmm, so anyway! Sorry if there are any, I just felt like I needed to post this chapter now.

Chapter 10

Friday May 22 – Booth's Car (Somewhere on the road) – 7:33pm

Booth turned his car sharply onto a dusty road, leading into a dark forest. He had been driving for a half hour and with each passing second he was almost positive that he and the other three cars behind him were heading in the wrong direction. However, he refused to think of that possibility. Instead, he hoped – no, prayed – that Brennan and his son would be safely waiting for him at the end of this long road. However, it was as if the setting sun was taunting him. It was as if the sun's light disappeared then so would Brennan and Parker. Subconsciously, he pressed his foot down harder on the gas peddle, convincing himself that he had to get there before the sun would set. It wasn't until he heard Brennan calling his name was he aware of the silent tears that were falling down his face. Quickly, he tried to wipe his tears away, but it was of no use. How could he be calm when his son had been taking from him? How could he control his emotions when he knew that his partner was dying?

"Booth, it's at the end of this road. I know it is. I remember clearly falling into a river," Brennan shuddered at the thought. "It was so cold…"

He nodded as he glanced in his rear view mirror, again just to make sure that the other F.B.I car's were following him. They were. In fact, he was surprised that they had let him lead the way. Of course, with Sweets help he had been able to convince them that he was capable of driving and finding his son. However, that had been a half hour ago and now his hopes of finding them alive were slowly decreasing.

It was Brennan's violently cough that brought him out of thoughts once more. He glanced at her with a fearful look in his eyes. "Bones…?" he asked nervously.

"Oh," she gasped, a reaction so uncommon of her, that it even scared herself. "Booth, it's happening again. The pain…" she clutched her eyes shut as anxiety began to play across her face.

"Bones," he screamed at her. "We're almost there. Hold on. You can make it." Booth clutched the steering wheel harder until his knuckles started to turn white. As it turned out, hell wasn't watching the people you love get hurt; it was coming in during the second act, when it was already too late to stop it from happening. "Hold on, Bones. You can't leave me."

But she had barely heard him. Instead, she began to feel the burning sensation rip her body apart. Slowly, it made its way up her spin, to her mind, and finally to her lungs, suffocating her, making it nearly impossible for her to breathe.

Now that Brennan could feel, she wished she couldn't. The only thing worse than not feeling anything was feeling everything. She started shaking uncontrollably as she felt her mind beginning to haze and Booth's shouts of pleas slowly turning into a distant hum.

Friday May 22 – Unknown Location – 7:39pm

Brennan awoke with a start, and for a minute she was seized by a horrible sense of loss. She clutched at her heart, while she struggled to bring her breathing under control. She had been thrown out of the soothing darkness, violently, and she now found herself withering in pain on the cold cement floor. The pain increased within her as she struggled to breathe, and silently she wondered if you actually needed water to feel like you're drowning. Everything hurt, and yet she felt like she was frozen in this awful agonizing state forever. Was this the hell Booth had talked about? It was then that she felt a tiny hand grip hers.

"Come on, Dr. Bones," the taunting voice pleaded. "It's time to get up."

She groaned as she peaked open an eye. She cursed inwardly when she saw that Parker was staring straight back at her with a pleading look in his eyes. "I… no…"

He tugged on her arm and she grunted in pain, but he ignored it. "You have to sit up, Dr. Bones. I have a plan. Come on Dr. Bones… please," Parker cried. "You have to get up."

"Parker," she forced out – Oh, how it hurt to talk. "I can't…"

"Yes you can! I gave you the cloak… remember?"

She did – a non existing cloak to be exact. A cloak that wouldn't save her, a cloak that Parker believed, would. "No…"

"No," Parker shouted, and in that moment she noted how much he sounded like his father. "I'm not leaving you. Just please sit up."

It took all the strength she had left for her to sit up, in fact, she couldn't even do it alone – Parker had to help her. She gritted her teeth together, trying not to scream as she felt a bone snap within her. As soon as she was up, she slumped against the nearest wall and closed her eyes as a rush of dizziness overcame her.

"There we go, Dr. Bones. Okay, just stay there… I have a plan," Parker told her proudly, but she could still see the fear flash across his eyes. "Look what I found." He held up a cigarette lighter and she just stared up at him, confused. "The bad guy must have dropped it."

She nodded, and he disappeared from her view completely. "Parker…" it came out raspy and soft. "What… you…?" she trailed off; waiting for his reply, but it never came. For a moment, she was afraid that he had blacked out, but then she heard him grunt, something crashing to the floor, and the smell of gasoline plunging the air. She violently began to cough as that potent smell burned the inside of her nose. "Parker?" she squinted through the darkness but saw nothing.

"While you were sleeping, Dr. Bones, I found some stuff," Parker grunted from across the room, and she heard another crash – like a bookshelf falling over. "There's a lot of books and wood down here." Again, another crash. "This isn't just a basement… Dr. Bones. It's a storage room."

"Parker, stop." A sudden wave of fear forced her to regain consciousness, and she stumbled to her feet. She had to find Parker, but she only made it two inches before falling back to the ground. "Parker, come… back," she forced out. "You'll hurt…" The smell of gasoline was clogging her mind and lungs.

"I saw this in a movie once." Another crash, grunt. "The bad guys will smell it and they'll have to let us out."

"Parker…?" she coughed.

"Daddy, told me that light trumps darkness, every time," he told her softly. "You can stick a candle into the dark, but you can't stick the dark into the light."

And before she could say, 'I don't know what that means', she heard a flick of the cigarette lighter and then she was blinded by flames engulfing the room.

Friday May 22 – Unknown Location – 7:45pm

Joe Pickering walked into the dismantled kitchen. It was dusty nonetheless, and though it looked like the house itself would collapse at any moment, he didn't care. This was the perfect place to hide and… kill. The only thing he hated about it was the creaky floor boards; they let your victim know when you're trying to sneak up on them. And that's exactly what was happening now. The floor boards creaked as he entered the dim room, and Tony looked up with a sadistic grin on his face.

"Hey, Boss!" Tony greeted.

The Boss scoffed as he glanced over at Tony, who was currently holding a gun in his hands. Of course. "What's with the gun…?"

"Oh," Tony laughed. "It's Ace's. I thought I would play a little prank on him."

Joe watched as his scumbag accomplice unloaded and reloaded Ace's gun with different bullets than before. It wasn't until he saw the red box sitting on the table was he aware what Tony's prank was. "Very funny."

"Yeah! I'm going to challenge him to a dual," Tony smirked. "I can't wait to see the look on his face when he thinks that he has missed."

"You didn't do that with my gun, right?"

The smile on Tony's face was immediately replaced with a frown. "Boss, I would never…"

"Sure about that?"

Tony gulped, afraid of what the Boss would do. "Positive."

"I think I should test my gun… just to make sure."

"No, I don't think –" but before Tony could finish his sentence, Joe fired three warning shots into Tony's head.

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It didn't take long before Ace came running through the door to see what all the commotion was about. "What the hell is…" he trailed off, seeing Tony's body slumped over in a pool of blood. Angrily, he looked at the Boss. "What the hell's a matter with you?" Ace quickly pushed him aside and ran to his friend, checking for a pulse, but found none.

"He took your gun," Joe stated calmly.

Ace grunted as he ripped his gun from Tony's dead fingers. "So you shot him?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"Now that he's dead," Joe pointed out. "We can split the money two ways, instead of three."

Ace shook his head violently and without hesitation he held up his gun and pointed it at his Boss's head. "But you're planning to kill me to. Weren't you? This way you won't have to split it at all."

Joe smirked – a grin that said, 'I know something you don't know.' "Go ahead. Shoot me. I'd like to see you try," he shouted at Ace.

"Gladly."

But before Ace could pull the trigger the ground collapsed from under them, sending both of them to the basement below.

Friday May 22 – Unknown Location – 7:48pm

"Come on, Dr. Bones."

Brennan jolted awake, and it wasn't until Parker shoved some sort of cloth over her mouth, was she aware that she had begun to fade back to the blissful darkness once more. "What…?"

"You can't breathe in the smoke, Dr. Bones. You'll suffocate."

She nodded and lazily held the cloth up to her mouth, but it wasn't helping in the slightest bit. It already felt like she was suffocating, and in reality the smokes had already begun to creep down and burn her throat – making breathing nearly impossible.

He crawled into her lap and buried his head into her shoulder. It was then that she felt the dampness on her shoulder and she was aware that Parker was crying. Maybe, he wasn't as strong as she thought he was. Maybe, he was just a kid who had seen something on the television and thought it would save them. Subconsciously, she wrapped her arms around him and whispered in his ear. "It's going… to…okay."

Honestly, she didn't know how she had the strength to stay awake. Parker huddled next to her, surely helped, but as the flames began to make there way closer and closer to where they were sitting, Brennan wondered if their kidnappers had left, and couldn't smell the smoke. If that was so, then Parker's plan had backfired and they would surely die a slow and painful death. But then, she felt a rumble as the flames hit the ceiling and without warning, the middle collapsed, covering her and Parker in a pile of rubble.

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