HEYY.. sorry i haven't uploaded in a few days but I've been a bit busy , this chapters a bit longer so hopefully it will make up for it, I think that's probably what i'm going to do from now on , instead of uploading little chapters every day I'm going to upload bigger ones once or twice a week, hope that's OK with everyone xxxxxx
"No, no , we're doing this one ourselves" Cam said " It took us two hours to get her talking, I care about my friend, and giving her to them people would be like feeding her to the wolves, the book's going out of the window for this one Seeley, we can sort this ourselves, it's better for her, for everyone"
"Ok, well of that's the case then I'm going back to the scene, I'm going to catch whoever did this" He stated angrily.
"I'm about to start a medical examination"
"Good, let's catch this bastard".
Booth walked out of the Jeffersonian doors, turning back every few seconds and making cam promise him half hourly updates, Cam turned and walked back towards Angela's office .
"Brennan, you ready to get that neck wound sorted now?"
Brennan froze in shock at the voice; once again she had thought Cam was him. She felt the tingling of relief wash up over as she finally came to her senses, and realized her defences were low. She struggled to raise her head and open her saw eyes to stare at one of the people who had saved her , and was about to again.
A lump quickly rose in her throat as she stared at her, and a small tear trickled down her cheek. She couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't hold back what was happening to her. Shock washed away all signs of relief as she realized that the great waves of pain she had been feeling were all because she couldn't talk about it.
He had muted her with a knife to her throat and a bite on her earlobe. He had told her not to speak, and she had been so shocked about what he had done that she had complied. She had helped him.
Brennan stared at Angela once again, she could see the worry and fear etched into her features but that wasn't what struck her first. There was friendship and safety behind those eyes. She could trust Angela, and Cam. As if there had ever been any doubt in the first place.
She tried to open her mouth but found it almost glued shut by the dryness she hadn't even comprehended was there. It took her a while to ease it open, and she winced slightly as she licked her lips to find a crack there.
She knew her voice was going to be raspy and thin, but found herself praying her mind didn't betray her and the right words came out of her mouth. She stared at Cam's features once more before allowing the words to arrange themselves on her tongue.
" I-I need to tell y-you, b-both of you what happened…."
Brennan stared at her now lap while she sat on the bed as Cam gently examined her neck wound. She cringed as she touched around the edges of the cut but made no other movement. Her mind was otherwise occupied.
She was trying to think of a way to tell them everything that had happened in that alleyway, but her mind kept shutting her out and refused to let her access the words she needed. She felt as though her head was shutting down, banning her from telling anyone it's deep dark secret.
Cam placed 5 stitches in her cut , as well as a pad over her cut and wound a clean bandage around her head before securing it into place with a plaster just above her right eye, all the whilst Angela held her hand. Next she handed Brennan a small glass of water with a tablet and watched as she took it. Brennan popped the tablet in her mouth and put the glass to her lips.
She drank thirstily, not realizing how much strain he had put on her body. She finished the glass and set it on the bedside table, frowning at the violent shake that travelled up her arm as she did this.
Cam next checked her shoulders and her ribs, and banding them up as before. By the time she was finished she resembled a mummy. Angela helped her to pull the coat and blankets that were around her waist up to her shoulders, and gently tied the front up while she moved her arms though, wincing at the pain it caused her.
"Well it looks like you were lucky, just a couple of bruises and relatively un-serious rib breaks." Cam said matter-of-factly.
Brennan nodded, staring at her broken fingers and sighing.
Cam sat down on the edge of the bed next to her, and stared at her nervous expression for a moment. She sighed after a couple of minutes of awkward silence, realizing Brennan would not be the one to initiate the conversation, and gave Angela a look.
"Brennan … I don't want to force you to tell me what happened, and if you feel under any obligation to do so…" Angela murmured softly, placing a reassuring hand on her back.
"I-I don't." Brennan replied, hating the way her voice shook. "I need to tell s-someone."
"Do you want to get some sleep then tell me or shall we do this now?"
Brennan stared up at Cam, knowing full well that she had to do this now or she would never do it. Slowly she opened her mouth and gave them the answer.
Angela nodded and shuffled closer to her, so she could place her arm right the way around her shoulders and waited patiently.
Brennan opened her mouth and closed it soon after several times, a bemused expression forming on her face.
"Brennan?" Cam asked with a hint of confusion.
"I-I don't know where t-to start." Brennan muttered, looking down and her hands with a red tinge appearing on her face.
"How about you start with when you left the hospital?" Angela suggested.
She nodded and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember everything that went on before the attack.
"I- I remember talking to Hodgins in the car park, who offered me a ride home if I need it, then I was walking out of the car park and…. I…."
Brennan screwed her face up in concentration as she attempted to remember what exactly she did after that.
"I was walking down the road outside the FBI gates… It was noisy, three cars had just pulled in past me and Booth gave me wave, after that I'm not sure…"
"Brennan just take your time, I'm sure the memories will come back to you."
"I-I'm not sure I want them to…" She muttered.
Cam gave the shoulder she was holding a reassuring, squeeze, letting her know it was ok to continue.
"I was thinking a lot, I wasn't really paying attention as I walked and I nearly got ran over by a b-black c-car…" Brennan screwed her eyes shut as she realized that was the same black car with tinted windows that he owned.
Cam moved slightly and stared up at the ceiling, "What were you thinking about?"
"I-I was thinking about what you and Angela had said earlier about Booth…"
Brennan screwed her face up as she tried to keep her mind from jumping to the next image in her head.
"Can you remember what roads you turned down?"
She shook her head before continuing.
"I stopped about half way down Ashville lane, I felt like something was wrong and I realized the car… h-he was still there… f-f-following me…"
Angela started rubbing her back once more, and placed a reassuring hand over her own as realization dawned on her.
"That car that nearly ran you over was that the same one?"
Brennan gave a small nod.
Cam blew out a long sigh, her anger and outrage clear.
"Are you ok to continue?" She asked gently.
She gave a feeble nod and opened her mouth to speak once more.
"H-he came out of nowhere... one minute I-I was standing the next I was on the ground... he ripped my j-jacket off…I tried to fight back but, he hit me over the head with something..."
Brennan made a loud gasping sound, as though she was in a swimming pool and had just come up for air. She felt the grip Angela had on her hands tighten and the rubbing on her back intensify slightly.
"He... he… got a-all my clothes off and he… dug h-his thighs into my legs... and held my hands really tight on the ground…. And h-he… "
Brennan squeezed her eyes shut and placed her good hand over one of her ears, moaning loudly as she remembered the feeling of him hurting her. Cam cradled her head in the crook of her neck and murmured several words of comfort before she continued.
"After" She spat out the world like a snake would spit venom. "He s-stood over me and stared at me, with this smile on his face… the h-he held a knife to my throat and told me if I ever t-told anyone h-he would find me and k-kill me."
Brennan sighed as tears rolled down her cheeks, and Angela's words of comfort came through large sobs of her own.
They stayed like that for a while, Brennan allowing the mingled relief and fear of telling someone to take full effect, Cam desperately trying to stop herself form crying.
"Oh Brennan... Why didn't you let us help you…?" Angela sobbed as she held the frail woman.
Brennan blew out a long sigh. "I don't know. I didn't feel like I could trust anyone. Not after what he had done…"
"Do you trust me?"
Brennan shifted around in Angela's grip until she was facing her, two sets of tear strained eyes locking onto one and other. Slowly she nodded.
"Then... Brennan I'm going to say something to you, and I know you won't like it but-"
"You want me to go to the police." Brennan muttered with a dark expression on her face.
"Yes Brennan, Yes I do."
Brennan stared around the room for a moment, allowing the sudden change in her feelings to truly take hold. She felt more confident than she had in a while, like she could finally get up and get on with her life, but it was more than that and she knew it.
She was angry. Angry at the one who had did this to her, and she wanted revenge. She wanted him to pay for everything that he had done, she wanted him to feel as scared as she did right now.
The dark expression that had taken hold of Brennan unnerved Cam slightly.
"Bb-Brennan? You alright?"
"I'll do it. Call the police." Brennan said with more determination and force than Cam had heard in days.
"OK, first thing tomorrow we'll get Booth" Angela stated.
"But until then , you're both staying at mine" Cam added.
"W-What?" Brennan protested.
"N-ah, No buts , I'm stressed enough without having to worry about you two"
"Fine, come on then" Angela said, her and Cam once again taking Brennan by an arm each and helping her out of the office, towards the door, Cam locking up the massive building, and heading down the steps, to the car once more.