Her blue eyes jolted open as she heard a commotion upstairs. Trying not to move on her aching wrists she simply turned herself toward the wall. Her t-shirt was still pulled firmly over her head, making it difficult to breathe. She tucked her legs back up, sending a shudder down her spine as the dried blood between her legs cracked. A whimper came from her throat as the basement door opened again.

Instead of the typical mocking voice that usually addressed her, she was met with a comforting, familiar one.

"Marcy?"

The shirt was jerked down from her face, and she tried to blink the world back into focus. Slowly, his face came into focus, as he stripped his jacket off and cut the rope that bound her hands. "Can ya hear me, Marce?"

Concerned brown eyes inspected her carefully as he gently put her in a sitting position.

"Booth?" She whispered, her voice strained as she leaned against him.

"I'm here, sweetheart, we got 'im." He tightened his grip on her, "we got 'im."

A groan emitted from her as he took her hands in his larger ones. Welts discolored the pale skin of her wrist. Moving them from her back had elected sharp searing pain between her shoulder blades, even tiny moment every opening cut and gash that littered her sides.

"Marcy we gotta get you to a hospital." His voice brought her back to reality. Booth had been petting her hair, pushing it back and trying to keep it from her wounds.

"I-I don't think I can…" Marcy was panting, trying to not to lose herself amongst the sudden wave of fear that riddled through her. "I-I can't go back there."

"Back where, Marce? Where'd he get you?" He cupped her face, careful as always, and turned it toward him, "Where'd he get ya, Marce?"

Her face crumbled as she leaned back into his broad chest, "my apartment." Marcy went to pull her legs up again, but Booth's hand stopped her. It was easy to see he'd done…things to her, but that position would only cause more damage. "He was there the whole time, in my closet."

"You'd don't have to go back there," He kissed the top of her forehead, the taste of copper bitter in his mouth as he pulled back, "never again, you can be anywhere you wanna be."

She slowly brought her hands up and rubbed her face.

-

"They got her." The team turned towards their boss.

Adam was quick to his feet. "She's okay, right?"

"Physically, she'll be fine-" he started but Stella was quick to cut him off.

"Physically?" She snapped, "Mac, either she is or she isn't."

Her employer cleared his throat, "fine. Then no, no she isn't."

"Withdrawing right?" The man turned to Sweets and nodded, "Only natural after a traumatic event."

Adam let out a breathe, "Where is she? When can we see her?"

"Can't." Mac said, eying him sympathetically, "Caroline says that the hospital has put her under, so for the next few days it's family only."

"Well, we are family." Stella said, crossing her arms as Danny nodded.

"Yeah, Mac, come on, let us go, at least Adam."

Kendall nodded, "I agree. Stella too. It'll be good for her."

Kendall, although she had only met Marcy the one time, liked the girl. Always good to see someone who was enthusiastic about their field.

"No, Adam has court next week, and besides they're trying to put a minimum on her male visitors." Mac's blue eyes narrowed as he repeated, "family only."

"Oh, I'm going." Stella said, giving him the same look. "Fuck family. We're her family."

"At least the family that was told," Danny muttered, eying the psychiatrist again. "You need to call them."
"Caroline said it would be best if someone the family knew did it, so-" Sweets shot his eyes over to Adam.

"What? Why are you-no." Adam shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "I can't; besides, even if I wanted to I don't have their number."

-
"Whaddup?! Allerdyce residence, Ellaiden speaking."

Oh god, Adam squeezed his eyes shut. Anyone but Ella. Instead of hanging up, like he desperately wanted too, he said, "Hey, Elle."

"Adikins! How goes it, love?!"

He choked back a sob at the girl's excitement, "Ella, honey, are you're parents home?"

"Psh, no, thank god. They're having their bi-weekly fuckfest up in Auckland. Why, what's up?" Ella clicked her tongue at his silence, "Adam?"

"Yeah, uh sorry," he said, unbeknownst her, he wiped his eyes and turned away from Stella and Kendall's watchful gaze, "What about Blair or Kira, are they around?"

"No…Blair's at an appointment with Vanessa and Kira's in New Jersey for a conference…" Her voice caught a little, "and don't ask about Nikki because he isn't here either."

"Elle…it's Marcy." He said, giving his neck a rub as he heard her voice break over the phone.

"What-what about Marcy?" Ella's normally cheerful voice quieted.

"She-somethin' real bad happened to her, Elle."

"Like…what kinda somethin'?" She asked.

He let out a sigh, "I-I uh, don't really know, they haven't told me much about it either."

"I, um, what should I do, I mean, everyone's gone and-and-"

Adam winced as he heard the young woman start to sob, "I'll send you the money, Elle, but can you get out there?"

"Yeah, yeah of course, but aren't you with her?"

"No, it-it's family only." He said, moving further away from the women, "you know I'd be there if I could."

"I know."

"I'm- I'm gonna send it to you now, okay?"

"Okay."